The moment I waited over three goddamn months for. Standing behind me, waiting for me to acknowledge she existed. That she was still part of my world. When a small breeze brushed through the open field, bathing me in nothing but her scent. The smell of vanilla overpowered my senses. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t fucking terrified to turn around and find she was never there. My mind playing tricks on me once again, wishing for someone who would never come.
Before I could ask her why, I heard her walking in my direction until she took a seat right beside me. Glancing at the side of my face, waiting for me to say something else. Anything else. Instead, I took another drag of my cigarette, inhaling it long and deep. Trying to calm my overly beating heart. Keeping my emotions in check.
“I spent the last three months trying to get my life back in order, Creed. It was such a mess. I was such a mess. I needed a minute to be myself, to figure things out. Find who I was and what I wanted to be,” Mia revealed, never taking her eyes off the side of my face.
“You miss Noah, Pippin?”
“Yes, but not in the sense that you think. I’ve spoken to him a few times, both of us checking in on each other. I hope one day we can put all this aside and become friends, again. I hate that he’s not in my life anymore, but I had to let him go.”
“Why is that?”
“Because he wasn’t the man I’m in love with. The man I’ve never stopped being in love with. The man who owns my heart, body, and soul. The same one who’s sitting right in front of me, but won’t look in my direction because he’s scared I’ll disappear.” She slowly crawled her way in front of me, sitting up on her knees. Staring straight into my eyes. She leaned forward and grabbed hold of the sides of my face, her lips inches away from mine. Adding, “I’m here, Creed. It took me a long time to get here. But I’m here nonetheless. For you. I can’t say I chose you because there’s never been a choice to make. It was always you... ya feel me?” She shyly smiled, throwing my line back at me.
I couldn’t control it, as much as I wanted to, narrowing my eyes at her, I spewed, “What makes you think I even want ya anymore?”
Her eyes widened and her lips parted, not expecting me to say that.
“I asked you a question. Expectin’ a fuckin’ answer, Mia.”
Her hands dropped from my face into her lap, defeated. A look of pure hurt crossed her eyes that were now glossy. It wasn’t my intention to cause her any pain, but she needed to know I wasn’t some fucking dog that would sit and roll over on her demand. Just because she was finally ready, didn’t mean I was quite there yet. Of course, I fucking wanted her. I had been waiting for her to come back to me for as long as I can remember.
She surprised me when she said, “I don’t know, but I’m calling bullshit. I know you love me, still. I can feel it every damn day like no time has passed between us at all. I’m not expecting you to forgive me today, but I hope you can find me in your heart again. I never left, I was just hiding for a really long time.”
“Is that right?”
She nodded. “Let me make it up to you. Let me back in, and I will never leave again. You’re stuck with me now, Creed Jameson.”
Her breathing hitched, and her eyes dilated when I suddenly wrapped my arms around her. Lifting her tiny frame onto my thighs. All it would take was for me to kiss her, bite that goddamn bottom lip that had me hard just staring at it.
I. Needed. Her.
I was about to get lost in the moment and do exactly that, but the horn from the train blared nearby, breaking our connection.
With wide eyes she watched as every last car blew by with the breeze, not knowing what trains meant to me. The horn sounded three more times into the afternoon air as it clinked along the old tracks. All I did was watch her. I wanted to remember everything about that moment. The way she looked, the way she felt, but mostly the way she made me fucking feel. Searing and scarring me in ways I never wanted to recover from.
I heard the last car squeal down the tracks. “Pippin,” I rasped, bringing her attention back to me.
My fingers ran up her arms, stopping when I reached her face. Brushing along her cheeks with my thumbs, I finally got to trace her pouty fucking lips like I wanted to for the last two and half years. Trailing them down to the back of her neck, pulling her closer to me, as close as she could get.
“I fuckin’ love you. I won’t lose you again,” I paused, searching her expression. “For the first time in my life, I watched a train go by, and I didn’t want to haul ass on it.” Her eyebrows lowered as I peered deep into her eyes, confessing my truths. Placing my lips close to hers, I murmured, “Marry me.” I didn’t give her a chance to reply.
No longer being able to restrain myself, I crashed my mouth onto hers. Clutching harder onto the sides of my face, biting her goddamn bottom lip exactly the way I had fantasized moments ago. My tongue found hers. The slightest feel of her drove me over the edge, and all we were doing was kissing. I couldn’t fucking wait to have my hands on her, my cock in her. Our tongues continued to move in sync with one another, colliding, afflicting, and penetrating deep into my soul. Where she fucking belonged.
I kissed her one last time, letting my lips linger for a few more seconds. Resting my forehead against hers, breathing profusely. My hands clutched the sides of her face with my eyes still closed as well. Needing a moment to take her in. To take all of this in.
I felt her smile against my mouth and whisper, “Yes.”
My eyes instantly opened, and for the first time since she woke up in that hospital bed, I saw my future.
She pressed her hands against my chest, swallowing hard, peeking up at me through her lashes. “Take me home. Now.”
I didn’t have to be told twice.
My hands fell to her ass, gripping it tight, picking her up in one swift motion as I got to my feet. Causing her skirt to ride up her thighs, making her straddle my waist as I walked us back toward my bike. Bringing back all the memories of the first time I did this, consuming the both of us. My senses were heightened, taking in the scent of her all around me, plunging my tongue deep into my mouth. Unable to get enough of her.
The taste of her was all around me.
I straddled my bike with her now on my lap, yanking her closer, molding us into one person and claiming her like I did all those years ago.
I groaned into her mouth, “As much as I wanna fuck you on my bike again, I wanna break your pussy in our bed even more. Haven’t been with anyone else since you.”
Her mouth dropped open, caught off guard by my confession.
“Need to fuck you, babe. Claim you again. Then I’ll take my time wit’ you. Make sweet fuckin’ love to you all night long.” Kissing her one last time, I reluctantly placed her on the seat behind me.
She tried to hide the fact that she was beaming, but it was spread clear across her face, so she put my helmet on instead. Hoping I wouldn’t notice. I threw back the throttle and rode with my girl on the back of my bike.
Where she always fucking belonged.
I couldn’t believe he asked me to marry him, a random question that came out of nowhere. One minute I thought he was rejecting me, and the next he was asking me to be his wife. To spend eternity with him, making up for lost times.