Wanting.
I crushed my mouth to hers and we kissed while our bodies moved in a perfect rhythm. She opened herself to me and I consumed her.
Everything
I wanted it all.
Her.
She was all I ever needed.
“Havoc!” she cried, her nails digging into my back. “Oh, God… the bike… fuck… ” Her voice trailed off as she surrendered to the pleasure.
I thrust harder and faster, moving her closer.
When she came I watched every second of it.
The way her eyes closed and her lips parted.
How she panted through the orgasm before her teeth bit down on her lip.
And the way her body shuddered right before a smile took over her mouth.
I’d been delaying my release but when she smiled I couldn’t hold it back any longer. The orgasm rushed through me, filling every inch of my body with the kind of pleasure a man would give anything for.
She sighed and ran a finger across my lips. “This bike is magic,” she whispered.
“Baby, you’re fuckin’ magic.”
Smiling, she shook her head. “No it’s definitely the bike. You should move it into your bedroom.”
I chuckled and dropped my mouth to hers for a kiss.
When we ended the kiss, I said, “Marry me.”
Her eyes widened. “Like for real?”
“Well I sure as fuck don’t mean we should pretend.”
She smacked me as a grin formed on her lips. “I don’t know. You’re pretty demanding with the blow jobs. I might get tired of that as I get older.”
“Fuck the blow jobs. I don’t need them.”
“Well, shit. I thought you lived for your dick in my mouth at least twice a day.”
“I used to. Not anymore.”
“This seems very sudden. Give me one reason why I should marry you.”
I could give her more than ten, but the one that meant the most to me was what I’d give. I reached for my necklace..
My yin yang necklace.
“My mother gave me this right before she died. She knew I had darkness in me and explained that the yin yang was a reminder to find the balance between the dark and the light. She prayed I would meet a woman who would balance me.” I took a deep breath. “You’re that woman, Carla. You’re my light.”
She stared at me and I almost held my breath. I wasn’t sure she would say yes. And then, she smiled and said. “Yes, I’ll marry you, but only if you agree to up your game when it comes to giving me your cock.”
I grinned. This woman was completely fucking made for me. “What are you thinking?”
As she pressed a kiss to my lips, she murmured, “I’m thinking a little kitchen action while I’m cooking dinner might be nice every now and then, and also some washing machine time while I’m doing laundry would rock. You know, turn some boring-ass jobs into something I’d actually look forward to. I’d also like some sex in public.”
“Done. We’re getting married.” I would have agreed to anything.
“Carla Caldwell. It has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
I fucking loved the sound of it and couldn’t make it happen fast enough.
I’d never seen her coming.
We hadn’t been in each other’s plans.
We collided and as much as we fought it, we were destined to be together.
Because sometimes life worked out differently than the plan in our head, and that wasn’t always a bad thing.
Sometimes it was the best fucking thing in the world.
Epilogue
Carla
3 months later
“Mum, this party is amazing. You didn’t have to go all out like this. Havoc and I really just wanted to come home to see our families.”
She wiped her hands on her apron and gave me a look. Not just any look, but the look. The one she reserved for when she was exasperated with one of her children.
“Carla, a mother lives to see her daughter happy in life, and part of that is to see her marry the love of her life. You took off with Havoc three months ago with not a word, or even a suggestion that you would get married while you were away. You eloped. And I missed out on my opportunity to fuss over you, and help you choose a dress, and see your face light up when the man you love told you he would look after you forever.” She took a deep breath. “Today I get to fuss. Today I get to give you the party I would have given you if you’d married Havoc in Brisbane. Please just let me do that.”
Tears welled in my eyes. I didn’t often cry but my mother had a knack for causing emotion to take over at times.
I reached for her hand. “I’m sorry, Mum. I should have thought of you.”
She shook her head. “No, I’m not saying that. You should always live your life the way you want to. But you should definitely let me throw you a party whenever I want to.”
Wiping my tears, I laughed. “Okay, you’re on. Any time you want a party, you just tell me.”
Her face lit up and she wrapped me in a hug. “I can see he’s making you so happy. And that makes me happy.”