My cock slid into her tight box and she sighed happily in my ear.
I leaned down to kiss her and we started moving in rhythm. Every nerve in my body stood on end as my cock slid in and out of her. Her pussy tightened around me, holding on to me, as if it didn’t want to ever let go of me.
It was the greatest feeling in the world.
My muse was home.
EPILOGUE
“Welcome to another edition of Book Talk on National Public Radio. I’m your host, David West. My guest today is bestselling novelist Jackson Ritter. His new novel is called Life After. It’s a story of tragedy and triumph and one man’s quest to rebuild his life after the sudden death of his wife. Jackson, welcome to the program.”
“Thanks for having me, David.”
“Tell the audience about the new book.”
“That’s daddy!” Lizzie said, bouncing on my lap as we watched Jackson give the interview through the soundproof glass of the radio control room.
I watched his face as he talked animatedly about the book, which he finished six months after I moved back in with him and Lizzie. The book was published nine months later, the same day we got married.
The book was a fictionalized account of his own life, beginning with the day the main character’s wife dies in a tragic accident. She and the main character’s best friend were killed and dark secrets are revealed. Then the hero meets his new love, and after much romance and drama, she saves him and they live happily ever after.
“Some say the book parallels your own life,” the announcer said. He flipped through a copy of the book as he conducted the interview. “In the book, John Reed’s—the main character—life begins anew the day he meets a young girl named Anna, whom he hires to care for his young daughter. Was that character based on a real person, and were they as big an inspiration for you as Anna was to the hero of your book?”
Jackson glanced at me through the glass.
I mouthed the words “I love you.”
He smiled.
“Yes, David. Anna is based on my wife, Amy Lynne,” he said with a tear in his eye. “She is my inspiration. She is my muse.”
THE END
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The Russian’s Love Child: Tyra’s Story
“It's okay, Tyra. Hold on to me,” Natalie said as Tyra collapsed into her arms.
Father Smith had told me it would be like this, Tyra thought. But which of the emotions had he meant? The Grief or the guilt? Tyra was experiencing both. Two of the most powerful human emotions were wracking through her at will.
“Tyra, we're so sorry for your loss.” Tyra lifted her head from Natalie's shoulder. It was Mr. and Mrs. Radley Samuels, Tyra's boss and his wife.
“Thank you for coming. I really appreciate it.” Tyra hadn’t thought she could speak, but the words came out somehow. Natalie handed her another tissue, and for a moment Tyra could see clearly again. She looked to her left and saw a line of people waiting to express their condolences to her.
“If only I hadn't been so selfish,” Tyra said to Natalie as they walked up the cemetery path. It had taken an eternity to work through the line of mourners, and Tyra was exhausted. “It was foggy, and I knew Dad didn't want to drive that day. It was me, me moaning that they hadn't been to see me in my new home in the city. Lord knows I think I even suggested they weren't interested in me anymore.” She held on to Natalie again as another insufferable wave of guilt rammed into her. “No, I killed them. Dad would never have taken Mom out in the car on a day like that normally.” Natalie didn't know how to comfort her friend. They were both twenty-three and just beginning to make their way in the world. Losing parents wasn't supposed to happen until later in life.
*****
Three weeks after the funeral, Tyra stood outside the jewelry store on West 47th Street and looked at it, really looked at it, for the first time. I've been working here for seven months, and this is the first time I've properly taken the place in, she thought. Grief-stricken and riddled with guilt, she felt her senses had become sharper since the passing of her parents. It was as if someone was making her take notice of the world, making her appreciate what could so easily be torn away in an instant.