Page 18 of The Fate of Us

I have no idea what she means but I would follow her through any storm.

We walk down the steps of the porch and into the rain. We cross the sand dune and fight the wind as we make our way to the crashing waves.

“I’ve let this control me for too long. Let the past direct my life. Take me on a path I never should have gone. It needs to be done. I need my life back.”

I watch her as she unclasps the rings from around her neck. She holds them in her hands, giving them a silent prayer before she throws them both in the roaring waves.

She grabs my hand, holding it hard as she watches the wave recess into the ocean. She takes a deep breath before she turns to me and smiles.

I know whatever she was holding in is gone. The ghosts of her past left to sink to the bottom of the ocean.

When we finally make it inside, she grabs my soaking shirt and rips it over my head.

I see a fire in her eyes.

A need burning deep.

A hunger I know how to fulfill.

I pull her shirt over her head and she pushes down her pants. Her fingers go for the button of my jeans and has them off within seconds. I lay her down on the leopard print blanket as I worship her body in front of the roaring fire. I make her come again and again. My own needs forgotten. But when our bodies finally come together as one, it’s love we are making. And for the first time in five years, the idea doesn’t scare the shit out of me.

6

Anna

I wakeup to a very hard body pressed against my back with a very large dick pressing into my pussy. I hook my leg over Noah’s hip as he slowly enters me.

Last night on that blanket, Noah showed me pleasure I never felt before. And when he finally was inside of me I knew it was different.

Just like now.

This isn’t a rush to the finish line.

This is slow and steady.

This is devotion and adoration.

This is everything I need.

I turn in his arms, wanting to look into his eyes when we reach the precipice. And when we do, it’s the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced.

He presses a soft kiss to my lips and pulls away, his forehead resting against mine.

I love you, Noah Taylor.The words are on the tip of my tongue but I hold them back. I don’t even know why. Everything that was holding me back from opening up my heart is gone. I don’t fear love anymore because what I had before wasn’t love. But with Noah, it’s hard to believe it’s not.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Noah asks me.

“I wish we could stay here longer.”

He brushes a piece of hair behind my ear. “Why can’t we?”

I run my fingers along his chest. “You have to go back to work.”

His hands find their way to my ass, pulling me closer to him. “I asked my boss yesterday if I could take the week off. He wasn’t too happy but he approved it. Man’s been bugging me for years to use my vacation time I’ve racked up.”

I throw a leg over his hip as I grip his face. “Really?”

“Yeah baby.”

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