Leaning in, Ethan places a soft kiss on my neck.
“Don’t cry, Bunny. We have no reason for tears anymore. I want to spend the rest of my life making you smile and giving you anything and everything you’ve ever wanted.” His voice is filled with so much certainty, I know he’ll make this happen for us.
“I’ve missed you so much. I swear, every day I was apart from you my love grew stronger and the hole inside me grew bigger,” I choke out, trying to stop the tears because he’s right. I don’t have anything to cry about. The only thing I’ve ever wanted in life is him.
“Now I’ll give us what we’ve been dreaming about.” His hand starts moving on my stomach again, slowly stroking as he starts to slide himself in and out of me. “Our own little family.”
My pussy clenches around his cock at his words, and I’m speechless.
“You’re not on anything, are you, Bunny? Your womb isn’t protected from me, is it?”
“No. I’ve never needed it,” I whisper. He should know that already after feeling the barrier of my virginity last night.
I watch as satisfaction crosses his face, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
“Do you know I waited for you too, Bunny? I’ve never so much as touched another woman. You’ve owned me since we were kids. Since the first time I saw you standing there in that little yellow sundress with hearts all over it and your sneakers covered in mud.”
“You remember.” I can’t believe he remembers the first time he ever saw me. We were so young, and it was so long ago.
“How do you think I’ve made it through all these years? I replay every moment we’ve ever had together over and over in my head. Just the memory of you was worth living for.”
“I love you so much, Ethan.”
“I love you too, Tiffany. No more running out or disappearing. You don’t go more than two feet from me without my knowing. You’ll never be apart from me ever again. I thought I died when I woke up this morning and you weren’t there. I thought that maybe I’d finally gone insane from missing you and had imagined the whole day.”
For a brief second I see the misery of the last ten years flash across his eyes.
“I’ll never leave you,” I promise him.
“You don’t really have a choice.” Ethan pushes back into me, his movements becoming faster. The hand on my stomach moves down between my legs, stroking my clit. The touch makes me moan out his name as pleasure spreads through my body.
Ethan whispers in my ear how much he’s missed me, that he’s spent years waiting for me, how much he loves me, and that he’ll never let me go. He pours out his love to me until we both scream out our orgasms and he fills me with his cum.
“It’s time to go home, Bunny. Tell this place goodbye.” He pulls his still-hard cock from me and tucks it away. “Next time I take you, it will be in our bed.”
I turn to look at him and cup his face in my hands. He leans down into me, pressing his lips to mine.
“Is the Blue Diamond your home?” I question, remembering the cold penthouse he’d taken me to the night before. I didn’t think it was.
“No, Bunny. I own the Blue Diamond, but that’s not where home is. I’m going to take you there, to the house I built for us. The house you dreamed up that night when we lay under the stars together.”
“You built the house?” I hear the wonder in my voice, the shock that he may have actually built it, and I’m completely indifferent about the casino he owns.
He smiles against my lips and nods his head. “I knew if I ever found you again I had to be ready. I wouldn’t waste a second.”
8
Ethan
We pull up to the house and I get out, running around to the other side of the car and opening the door for Tiffany. She’s wearing a light blue wrap dress that makes her eyes sparkle even more. Her long, white-blonde hair is in soft waves down her back, and I can’t help but tuck a strand behind her ear when she stands in front of me. She looks more like herself without all the make-up covering her.
“This is it,” I say, holding her face, not ready for her to look.
She has tears in her eyes as she brings her hands up to my face. “Show me, baby.”
I let go of her face and take her hand, pulling her to the house. It’s exactly what she described but with a few tweaks. It’s a gated house, nestled in the Vegas hills. It’s far enough away from the strip to give us a nice view at night but close enough that if we want to go there, we can.
We walk through the main entrance, and I let Tiffany stand there, taking it all in. “The glass doors open right onto the patio. There’s a pool outside with a waterfall and a hot tub, just like you always said you wanted. Upstairs, there are five rooms for the kids, and our room is down here to the right.” I point down the hall, and she takes a step in that direction.