Текст книги "Saved By Her"

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Chapter Twenty Two

River~

Two long days. Two days that almost cost me my sanity.

That’s how long they were gone. Forty eight hours of raw fear eating away at my heart. A million thoughts kept bombarding my mind. It’s amazing what horrors your mind can conjure up when you’re worried about someone.

Sophia is the first to see Jack and Adam. She’s been living on the patio since they left, her eyes never leaving the entrance.

The men look tired as they come walking down the road. They must’ve left the station wagon somewhere, burning it like we always do, so we don’t leave any traces behind.

Sophia runs down the road and she flings herself into Adam’s arms. Adam needs someone like Sophia in his life and she needs him. They are good for each other.

Jack keeps walking up the road and I have to suppress the urge to run to him and to see if he’s okay. I want to inspect every inch of him.

For an awful second I wonder if he’s going to keep ignoring me like he’s been doing the past few days, but then he climbs the stairs and walks right up to me. He throws his arms around me and lifts me off of my feet.

“You’re home,” I whisper, getting all choked up on the happiness of having him back home.

He presses his face into my neck and whispers, “I’m home.”

He sets me down on my feet and then grabs my hand. He walks into the house, pulling me behind him. He goes straight for my room.

When we’re inside, he closes the door and then he yanks his shirt over his head. Instantly my eyes flit all over his body, checking for wounds. He has a gash on his arm and I rush to him.

“What happened?” I brush my fingers just under the gash. It just needs to be cleaned, it’s not that bad.

Jack doesn’t answer me and undoes the button on his jeans. He lets the jeans fall down to the ground and then he steps out of them.

“Jack, what are you doing?” I take a step back as he takes hold of his boxers and shoves them down his legs.

He stands up, as naked as the day he was born. “I’m going to shower and then I’m going to have sex with you.”

My mouth drops open as I watch his sexy ass walk away from me. I hear the water start to run in the bathroom.

I walk into the bathroom and say, “We can’t just have sex, Jack. There’s so much to talk about.”

I watch as his hands glide over his body and I have to admit, it’s by far the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my entire life. There is nothing as hot as Jack’s strong hands soaping up his muscled body. I can watch him shower all day long.

Jack rinses the soap off and then he steps out of the shower. His eyes meet mine and I must be showing exactly what I’m thinking, because he smiles.

“We can talk later,” he says. He grabs a towel and he quickly rubs his face and hair dry.

“No, Jack. We have to talk first. We have to talk about where you are emotionally …” he starts to come at me and I start to sputter, “ …and … and … what about what you just did?”

He stops a few steps from me and he tilts his head, just staring at me.

“Jack, we have to think this through. Sex is a huge thing for me.” Immediately I feel rotten for what I just said, “I’m not saying it’s not a big thing for you.” Immediately my eyes drop to his hard cock.

Oh my word! I’m making such a mess of this.

“River, keep quiet,” Jack murmurs.

I keep my mouth shut because of the look on his face. This is not the Jack I’ve come to know. This is someone else. This is a man.

Have I been blind all this time, not allowing myself to see the real man that’s been there all along? I kept telling myself Jack needed time, but I was wrong – I was the one who needed time, but not anymore. All I need now is Jack.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” Jack whispers. “I had to go do that. I had to kill them and stop them from hurting anyone else.”

How can I be mad at him for what he did? It’s something he had to do to find himself. I’ve killed for much less than what Jack has killed for. It’s not my place to judge.

“Please,” he begs me, and it’s only then I realize that I haven’t answered him yet.

“I’m not mad at you, Jack. I understand what you had to do.”

He rushes forward and grabs hold of me. He lifts me against his still wet chest. He then takes a few long strides and tosses me on the bed.

He follows, landing on top of me. We both gasp at the impact and then he kisses me. He kisses me hard, with the same need and hunger I’ve been feeling for him.

Jack is right. We can talk later. I get lost in his kisses, forgetting the past and only living in the moment.

This is it.

This is the moment we finally let go of our pasts that have haunted us for so long.

This is the moment we find ourselves in each other.

I’m never letting him go after this, and by the way his hands are roaming my body, I know he’ll never let go of me.

The first time I had sex was out of spite. It meant nothing. The second time was forced on me. This time I’m doing it for myself. I’m doing it for Jack. I want him to know how much I love him and how special I know he is.

I want this so much!

Excitement pulses through me. I quickly yank my shirt off and by accident my hand slams into Jack’s jaw. Hard! He grunts with pain and we both sit up. I can only stare at him wide-eyed.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

He looks at me, his eyes intense with need. He drives his body back against mine and his hands go to my hair. He pulls my face to his, our mouths greedily resuming the kiss.

He lays me back down on the bed and his one hand finds my breast. I can feel a wisp of ecstasy. I place my hand on his side and then suddenly he jerks away from me.

Breathless, he stares at me for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” I start to apologize. I must have tickled him.

“River, just relax,” he says. “No touching my sides and no hitting me.” I see the spark in his eyes and I realize he’s teasing me. He lowers himself back to me again and his fingers caress my cheek. “It’s just us here.” He kisses me once and then whispers against my lips, “It’s just you,” kiss, “and me.”

And then his mouth starts to move lower, down my neck and to the curve of my breast. He quickly gets rid of the bra, takes one of my nipples between his lips, and sucks.

It feels so good that I arch into him, wanting him to do more to me than just kiss.

He must sense my need because he starts to move down again, his mouth placing soft kisses over my belly, and then his hands are on the button of my shorts.

He pushes up to his knees and I watch as he pulls the shorts down my legs. Once he’s rid of the shorts he leans over me.

I look up at him and I see the most beautiful man. His face looks rugged and handsome. His eyes are twin pools of heat and want. He placed a hand on either side of my head, keeping his upper body up. Of course I stare! Even all the scars can’t rob him of his beauty, and only lend to his manliness.

One hand slides into my undies and he pushes a finger deep inside of me, his palm pressing against my clit, just like he did when he made me come the other night.

My hands find his shoulders and I hold on for dear life as he pulls his finger out and then thrusts it back in. My hips start to move along with his hand, riding out the pleasure he’s creating.

When I can’t stand much more, I throw an arm to the side and yank the drawer open. I grab the condom I stole from Adam’s room when Jack and I started fooling around. Rather be prepared than left out in the cold when you need a condom most. I tear the foil packet open and taking his cock in my hands, I roll the condom over his hard length.

I fall back on the bed. Jack takes hold of my knees and opens my legs wide, to accommodate his body.

He presses his body down on mine and then our eyes meet. I feel his cock press against my opening and then he slowly slides into me. He closes his eyes and drops his head to my shoulder as a low moan drifts over his parted lips. “River,” he breathes my name, making it sound like a prayer.

His cock fills me, stretching me impossibly. At first it hurts a little because it’s been so long for me. He pulls out and then even slower than the first time, he enters me again.

I see the total bliss on his face. He keeps a torturous slow pace and it’s starting to drive me wild. My nails dig into his ass and I try to urge him on by lifting my hips to meet his.

Luckily for me it works, because he starts to move faster. “Harder,” the word slips through between gasps for air.

His hands move behind my shoulders and he lowers his body flat against mine. His fingers dig into my skin. His one leg moves in under my thigh, opening me up even more, and then he goes back to slowly fucking me, but this time it’s so deep with the way he’s positioned our legs.

He lifts the right side of his body and looks down between us. My eyes drift down and together we watch as he pulls out and then pushes back into me. It’s a huge turn-on, watching his cock thrust into me.

He’s pinning my body down so I can’t meet his thrusts. He’s in total control and I realize that’s what he needs. He needs to be the one fucking me. All I can do is let one hand find its way into his hair, while the other hand grabs hold of his arm resting next to me.

With each deep thrust my body starts to wind tighter and tighter.

Jack lifts his head and his eyes focus intensely on mine. They start to shine with unshed tears and it makes my heart melt. “I love you, Jack,” I whisper.

He presses his forehead to mine. I feel his hard body sliding against mine. I feel his cock filling me. I feel his breath on my lips and it all works together, taking me to the peak of ecstasy.

My body arches against Jack’s and then his body tenses over mine, and we come together, our bodies greedily riding out the pleasure we’ve created.

He doesn’t pull out immediately, but instead holds me. We keep breathing each other for a long while.

~*~

Jack is different … in a good way. He still asks questions. He still spends his days outside. We’ve resumed his writing and reading lessons, and we’re eating and sleeping together again.

But he’s different. He’s not as childlike as I remember. Yes, the sex might have something to do with it, but I think it’s more. It’s as if he’s at peace with himself. He doesn’t stumble over his feet to do what’s asked of him. He doesn’t leave the room when someone else comes in.

He looks comfortable in his skin.

I keep looking for any cracks, or signs that he might be putting up a front, but I can’t find any.

I’m busy with the books when Adam knocks on the door.

“Hey stranger,” I greet with a smile. I haven’t seen much of Adam since he’s been back.

He takes a seat in the chair across from mine. “Are you finally going to tell me what happened?” I ask. I haven’t been able to get anything from Jack, so I’m hoping Adam will tell me.

“No,” he says, without any hesitation. He pushes a hand through his hair and says, “Think of it as a boys night out.”

“It was hardly a boys night out, Adam!”

“To us it was. We had a road trip, a huge bonfire, got some beers on the way back.” He smiles as if that’s all it was.

“A huge bonfire? Really?”

“River, you know what Jack and Sophia’s been through. You’ve seen first-hand how a slave is trained. Jack deserved his revenge.”

“I’m not saying he didn’t deserve it!” I snap. I get up and stalk around the desk. “I just want to know what happened. Will something come back to bite us in the ass when we least expect it?”

“No. No one left the property alive.” Adam gets up and places his hands on my shoulders. “We’re safe and that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“That we’re safe?” I ask.

“I think it’s time we retire. We’ve been saving slaves for years. I have Sophia now. You have Jack. We have all the others and we’ll be risking all of their lives if we bring someone new here.”

“So you want to stop?” I pinch the bridge of my nose, not sure how I feel about stopping.

“Yes.” Adam pulls me into a hug and then whispers, “I think you’ve paid enough for your father’s sins. It’s time you live your own life now.”

He pulls back and then smiles a huge smile at me. “So … I was thinking it’s time we put all the crap behind us and focus on the good and what better way than to celebrate with a wedding.”

My mouth drops open. “You’re getting married?”

Adam starts to laugh as if it’s a huge joke. “Not me. I’m thinking that maybe we can organize a surprise wedding for Christopher and Maddie?”

A huge grin spreads over my face. “That’s the best idea ever. There’s nothing like a celebration to bring everyone together again.”

Adam throws his arm around my shoulders and says, “I was also thinking of asking Jack to help my build another guesthouse, one Christopher and Maddie can move into.”

I throw my arms around Adam’s neck from excitement. “Yes! Of course. That’s a great idea!”

~*~

Seeing as Christopher and Maddie like to sneak off for their private moments, it’s easy to get everyone together without them knowing about it.

As soon as everyone is squashed into the living room, Adam says, “We have to make this quick. We’re going to organize a secret wedding for our lovebirds.” A collective ‘aww’ sounds up from the girls.

Jack comes sauntering in with a bowl of cereal. He really loves the stuff. He’s been eating a lot more since his ‘road trip’ with Adam. He’s also been making his own choices. It’s as if he finally realized he’s a free man.

He walks over to where I’m sitting and sits on the arm of the couch.

“We’ll prepare everything down by the chapel. Jack will help with things there. We’re having it a week from now, so that makes it next Sunday at two in the afternoon.”

“Is there anything we can help with?” Diane asks. I’m surprised that she’s so excited.

“You can all take turns helping us prepare the food?” I say, not wanting to leave them out of the preparations.

“How are you going to explain all the food to them?” Jamie asks.

I point a finger at Jack. “Have you noticed how much he’s been eating lately? Just say it’s for Jack.”

“Blame me,” Jack says between bites and it makes everyone laugh.

“Okay, now get back to work and remember to not let it slip to Christopher and Maddie,” Adam says.

Everyone goes their way. I kiss Jack on the cheek and go to the office. I want to place the order for the building materials Adam and Jack are going to need to build the new guest house.

I walk over to the desk and look through the papers for the one Adam gave me earlier, when the door closes. I glance over my shoulder and watch as Jack walks toward me.

“I’m just about to place the order for the building materials. I’ll let you know when it’s all ready for you and Adam to go get.”

Jack comes to stand behind me and he places his hands on my hips. He presses his chest to my back. “Have I told you that I love you?”

A smile spreads over my face. They are his favorite words. He tells me at least once a day.

I pretend to think on it. “Hmm … I’m not sure.” He spins me around so I’m facing him. I can’t stop the laughter from bubbling up my throat. “Maybe you should remind me,” I tease him.

His hands drop to the button of my shorts and he makes quick work of getting them off, along with my undies. He lifts me to sit on the table and then with one sweep of his arm, he shoves all the papers to the floor. I rest back on my elbows and watch as he frees his already hard cock from his jeans. He fishes a condom from his pocket and I grin. He must’ve gotten it from our room before coming here.

I watch with lust filled eyes as he rolls it over his cock and then he grabs hold of my hips and pulls me right to the edge of the table. He takes hold of his cock and rubs it between my folds.

He presses the tip of his cock into my wet opening and I fall back with a thud. With one hard thrust he pushes into me and it makes me arch my body from the desk.

Jack grips my hips hard and starts to thrust into me, hard and fast. The surge builds so fast in me that my body tenses until it feels like I might split in two.

His breaths are hard as he towers over me, but his eyes are soft. I love how he only sees me when he fucks me.

He doesn’t slow down and my body starts to slide up the desk. There’s nothing for me to hold onto.

Jack’s fingers dig harder into my hips as he keeps me in place. The sound of skin slapping is loud and erotic.

His movements grow jerky and I feel him come. He slows his thrusts to deep, bliss filled strokes. He brings one hand between us and he presses down on my bundle of nerves, and that’s all it takes for me to explode.

He keeps thrusting slowly in and out, making my bones turn to jelly.

In such a short space of time Jack has gotten to know me intimately, and he’s become a master at knowing what makes me melt.

~*~

Chapter Twenty Three

Jack~

I’ve been keeping so busy that there are times I forget to eat, but luckily River, Miss Ella or Sophia always remember to feed me.

Adam helps where he can but there are times he’s needed elsewhere, but I don’t let it slow me down. I really enjoy working with my hands, building things, creating something beautiful – it brings a calmness to my soul  that I’ve never felt before.

I love it here on the plantation. It’s really become home to me. Adam and I have become friends, my first friend – someone I can trust with my darkest secrets and life.

River has finally accepted me as a man. It feels good to look in her eyes and to see all that she feels for me shining bright and warm.

Miss Ella … she’s become the mother I’ve lost. She spoils me rotten, and hell, I’m not going to stop her. The other day I tore a hole in my shirt, it hooked on one of the slabs of wood. Miss Ella took the shirt from me right there in the kitchen and she said she would fix it. Sure enough, the next day it was hanging in the closet, all patched up.

I’ve started greeting the other girls and men. I’m still not too comfortable around them and you won’t catch me alone in a room with one of them. That’s going to take some time still. I only trust River, Adam, Miss Ella and Sophia. They’ve become my family. I’ll work hard at forming some kind of friendships with the others, but I’m not forcing myself to do anything I’m not comfortable doing. I’ve reached a point in my life where I come first. For the longest time I didn’t matter, but now I do matter, to myself and to River.

The guest house is only halfway built by the time the wedding comes. It’s going to take a while still to finish it, and then there’s the inside to complete. I’m happy knowing there’s still a lot of work waiting for me.

The morning of the wedding I wake up alone. I shower and quickly get dressed. On my way out I grab a fresh muffin. Sophia baked them. Miss Ella taught her well.

Just as I take a bite, Sophia comes in. She smiles when she sees that I’m eating one of her muffins. She waits for me to swallow the bite I just took, and then asks, “Do you like them?”

“I do, but the banana flavored ones are my favorite.”

She beams at my compliment. “I’ll make more of those then.”

I nod and walk to the door but before I leave I turn back and say, “That first week we got here you said we’d be happy here, do you remember that?”

“Yes,” she nods and picks up a muffin, picking at it.

“Did you find the happiness you were talking about then?”

She smiles and her eyes start to shine with unshed tears. “I found more than just happiness,” she whispers.

I smile at her, knowing exactly what she means. We both found ourselves here.

~*~

Everything is ready by the chapel. I’ve scattered roses, making a pretty trail for Christopher and Maddie to follow.

Adam is marrying them. I don’t understand how it all works, the technical side. Adam says it only matters what we believe in. There doesn’t need to be any paperwork as long as they love each other.

It’s not like any of us would ever want to leave here.

My eyes go over everyone. Even Doc is here. Miss Ella keeps saying she didn’t invite him and that he should leave. They’re funny.

I’m standing to the side, not too close to everybody, when River comes running up to us. “They’re fighting!” She sounds panicked and it makes me rush to her side.

“Christopher and Maddie?” Adam asks.

“Yes,” River says between gulping in air. “I told them to come down to the chapel, that we were all having lunch here and then just like that Maddie started yelling at Christopher and he was yelling back at her,” River pinches the bridge of her nose and I know she does that when she’s frustrated. “I don’t know what to do! It’s all ruined!”

Suddenly we hear the yelling River was just talking about.

“You looked at her!” Maddie yells angrily.

“You’re not my wife, Woman! I can look around still. Ever heard of looking at the menu but eating at home?” Christopher yells back.

They come into view and everyone freezes. I’m not sure what we’re going to do now.

Suddenly Maddie and Christopher yell, “Gotcha!” and they start to laugh until they’re bending over and holding their stomachs.

“Fuckers!” Adam shouts, but he’s smiling.

River takes hold of my hand and she starts to laugh as well. “They knew all along,” she explains to me. “The fight was all an act to get us confused so they could surprise us.”

Christopher and Maddie joins the group and I’m surprised when Maddie says, “We couldn’t resist catchin’ y’all.” She hardly ever talks, especially if the other women are around.

“Humpf!” Miss Elle snorts through her nose. “Playing games when you should be getting married! The food is going to spoil! Get married already so I can feed you all.”

“You can feed me any day,” Doc says playfully.

“You’re fat enough!” Miss Ella snorts at him.

Everyone starts to laugh and even I join in. I’ll get the hang of what’s a joke and what’s a real fight soon. I keep learning something new every day.

We all gather around and Christopher and Maddie go stand up front with Adam. Miss Ella and Doc are the only ones sitting, because they’re old.

Adam laughs and shakes his head lightly. “Maddie,” she smiles at Adam and I watch as Christopher takes her hand. I reach out and take River’s hand, lacing our fingers. Adam continues, “do you really want to take this fucker as your husband. It’s for life. I’ll hold him back while you make a run for it.”

Everyone starts to laugh again, and through giggles, Maddie says, “I’ll take him any way I can have him.”

Adam looks at Christopher and he asks, “Will you love her with all your heart and protect her with all of your might.” Suddenly Adam is serious as he waits for Christopher’s answer.

“I will, as long as she’ll let me love her and protect her.”

“Kiss the poor man,” Adam says to Maddie.

She stands on her toes and kisses Christopher hard. Everyone cheers and claps hands for the couple.

That was fast. I lean into River. “That’s it? Now they’re married?”

She smiles up at me. “They were married the second they made the choice to love each other. Today we’re just celebrating with them.”

See, I never stop learning.

The celebration carries on till late. This time there’s no fire to ruin anything. We all eat until we’re stuffed, and then we dance until I’m hungry again.

Even Miss Ella and Doc made peace for a short while, long enough to dance. As soon as the song finished Miss Ella was back to fighting with Doc, telling him to keep his hands off of her.

~*~

I wake up in the early morning hours, my cheek pressed against River’s belly. I always wake up lying on top of her.

I also always wake up hard. I quickly take off my boxers and then start to undress River. She wakes up as I’m busy dragging her shorts down her legs. I toss them on the floor and press a kiss to her thigh. Then I kiss her pussy, and then her stomach. I push her shirt up and over her head. I love looking at her body, it’s beautiful.

My breaths come faster and I turn my face to River’s, searching for her mouth. I slip my hands behind her neck and into her hair, and I pull her into me, crushing my mouth hungrily to hers. I slip my tongue into her mouth and take what I want. I need her so much, she’s become my sanity.

“I want to feel only you, River. Nothing else matters but you.”

A breath rushes from River into me, and I greedily take it from her. I grab hold of her hip and I pull her body under mine. I love having her under me. I’ll never let her be on top, there are just certain things I’ll never do or allow again.

I love feeling every soft curve under my fingertips. I slip one of my legs between hers and I nudge her legs apart. I position my hips against hers and it feels like home.

I’ll never get enough of River. I want her every morning. My hunger for her is insatiable.

I bring my hands to her breasts, reveling in the softness of her flesh in my hands. I move my hand to her shoulder and then brush my fingertips down her arm. I love how she trembles under my touch. Lacing my fingers with hers, I pin her hand above her head. Her breath catches in her throat and it makes my cock jump with anticipation. Her eyes flare with excitement.

I slowly brush my fingertips down her other arm before taking that hand and placing it with the other.

“Lace your fingers for me,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with want. River does what I ask and she links her fingers. I cover both her hands with one of mine. She’s stretched out, naked and utterly fuckable. “Perfect,” I breathe.

I drop my head and place a kiss to her shoulder. Every time I touch her in some way I feel a small tremble go through her. I love that I can do that to her, but I want her shaking with need for me.

She squirms, trying to press her thighs together as she searches for some kind of friction, but I don’t give her what she wants. Instead, I kiss her collarbone, and then I continue to brush kisses over her skin until I reach her neck. I’m breathing erratic by then, turned on by her naked body beneath mine. All I have to do is slam into her and I know I’ll find instant pleasure, but I don’t want it to be over so fast.

Her breaths come faster as I duck my head lower and I kiss the spot between her perfect breasts. She turns her face into my arm and I feel her teeth nip at my bicep. I let my hand slide into her hair and I pull her face away from my arm. I press my mouth hard against hers and I kiss her with all the greedy need I feel surging through my body.

I settle my body against hers and I suck in a breath when I feel her bare skin against mine. She fits perfectly under my body. She arches up and I love how she presses all of her into all of me, trying to get as close to me as she can.

“I’ll never grow tired of you. I love fucking you River.”

I press my forehead to hers and I tighten my hold on her wrists. I slide my other hand over her breast and cup it, reveling in the feel of her. She closes her eyes and a look of pure ecstasy washes over her flushed features.

When she opens her eyes they are much darker with need. I slide my hand down the length of her body.

Again she arches up trying to get closer and I let go of her wrists. I grab hold of her hips and press my cock against her wet pussy. Her whole body tenses as she waits for me to slide in, but I don’t give her what she wants. I need her to want it as much as I want her. I want her to beg me.

I slide one hand further down and I cup her pussy. Immediately she rocks into me, searching for friction. She slips her hands over my shoulders and down my chest and abs until her hands close around my cock. I close my eyes and revel in her touch.

“Feel how hard I am for you?” I thrust into her hand and shudder at the pleasure. “Only you can make me hard.” I press a hard kiss to her mouth. “Only you can make me come.”

She brings my cock to her entrance and I know she wants me to thrust into her. I only push in an inch. Her hands fall away from me and she lies spread open beneath me.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard and so good,” I whisper as I pull away. A soft whimper drifts from her parted lips.

I take hold of my cock and I press my tip into her again. “Watch as I fuck you.” Her eyes dart down and I see the heat explode in them, making them darker.

“Fuck me hard,” she begs and it makes my cock jump against her. I start to move slowly, not pulling out, but not pushing in all the way either. I only move an inch in and an inch out. She grabs hold of my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin. Her legs fall to the sides, opening as wide as she can for me.

I keep the slow torturous pace of only giving her the tip of my cock.

“Jack!” She growls with frustration, and it makes me smile. “Please take me hard!”

I groan and my self-control shatters. I thrust hard into her and she bows off the bed, her lips parting with ecstasy.

Warmth fills every part of my body, flooding all the dark corners … until there’s only her.

I keep fucking her hard until both our bodies reach the peak and we tense against each other. Her body trembles under mine, as my cock empties inside of her.

“I love you, River,” I say breathlessly. “I love to fuck you and I love to kiss you, but mostly I love that you’re mine.”

She smiles lazily up at me as she comes down from her orgasm. “I love being fucked by you.” Her words make my cock start to harden again. “I love being kissed by you.” She reaches up and presses a kiss to my chin, and then just beneath my ear. “I love being yours,” she whispers.

I start to move slowly in and out of her, just relishing in the feel of our bodies joined together. I press my mouth to hers, just feeling her warm breaths on my lips. “This is the part I love most,” I whisper. “You never make me feel like I’m just a fuck. You make me feel like I’m a man.” I press a kiss beneath her eyes as tears sneak out. “You make me feel loved and wanted.”

She smiles through her tears and it’s so beautiful. “I do love you and I’ll always want you.”

I can feel the tears lodging in my throat. “Thank you for saving me, River.”

“Oh, Baby,” she sobs, “it was you who saved me.”

The End…