Page 247 of Overcast

“God,” she breathes, impaling herself fully and deep, biting down on that lower lip of hers for the second time.

“There you go again with that God shit,” I chide half-ass. “It’s me or him, baby. I don’t do the sharing thing.”

Picking up her pace, her tightness vices around me, the build-up in my balls already warning me that I either have her slow down or round one is officially going to turn me into a minute-man.

“Shut up,” she finally argues. “And either fuck me like you said you were going to or let me show you how—” I flip her to her side, covering her with my weight and settling myself in between her legs.

We don’t speak—don’t need to.

Everything I’m feeling vibes through the air, and there is no hiding it. Stormi and I connect, we don’t need to express our feelings through words.

Sinking inside, she wraps her calves around my ass, pinning me in place. I can’t help but marvel her for the few seconds I have before I lose myself entirely in her body.

Blue—it’s my favorite color. It plays perfectly off her skin. Her eyes inflict me to feel, deep down, and expose all of me. I’m Marty again, raw and complete, coming full circle for the first time in my life. Stormi is the glue and missing article that brought me here.

The life I guess I was always supposed to have.

My bad habits for once brought me peace, Stormi, and now possibly a family of my own.

“Marry me,” I vouch, placing a kiss to her lips.

I feel her smile against me. “I already did.”

“Doesn’t feel real yet, let’s do it again until it sticks.” Wrapping her arms around my neck, her tongue slips between my lips, urging me to give us what we both want. What still resembles a dream, and I’m scared that I’m going to wake up from it.

“It’s a hundred percent factual,” she mutters. “And I love you. I’m not going anywhere. You’re mine. And I’ll fight for it forever.”

“Remember that you said that, sweetheart. Forever.” She envelopes my tongue as it slips out just to return back to ours meeting again.

Again.

There will always be that word. Because I’ll never let her go and she’ll always be here to stay.

Bunker house included.

“When I say I love you, I mean it,” I tell her. “And I’ll love this baby if you’re pregnant because they’re you and me.”

“I know you will,” she replies. “But Mama wants to be thoroughly fucked by Daddy and—” Those new names, fuck, I don’t know what the hell it does, but it sends my body into freight train mode.

My body hurls selfishly into hers, waiting for her to come so we can keep doing this. I need her to stay here forever with me because now that she’s here, there is no other life I want.

“Just like that,” she urges, her fingertips digging into my shoulder blades. “And come inside me.”

“You’re going to fucking kill me if you keep talking like that,” I ground out.

“You said your love was forever,” she states. “And since I’m the boss half the time, you’re not allowed to leave. You’re just going to have to deal with it.”

“Oh, I’m going to deal with it. The way that we are is the reason I love us. Love you. And because of it, I’ll be okay. We’ll get that happy ending we both deserve. And I’ll do anything to make sure you get it, sweetheart.”

With that word forever again.

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