Page 100 of Breakaway

I wanted to find myself after the breakup, but instead…Roman found me. Everything that has happened since the moment he stumbled upon me at the nightclub led us to where we ended up—at that chapel in Vegas. With me becoming the wife of the man I was crushing on, all while being unsure if he even liked me.

What were the odds that something like that would end well? I didn’t know, but I was willing to risk it all. And dear God, how glad I am that I decided to stay.

Broken people know how to love. They went through hell and saw the face of darkness looking right at them, and it still didn’t dim their light. Being with Roman taught me that. Even all the hardships and sorrow he went through didn’t destroy him. All he needed was someone to be there for him,to help his brightness shine through the broken parts of his soul.

I saw all of him, and I’ve never loved anyone more than I love him. He’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Everything my heart has ever craved. Whatever my soul is made of, it matches his in the most beautiful way. And, what’s more, it feels right to be with him.

Real love isn’t perfect. It has ups and downs to face and overcome. It needs a lot of work, and it rarely looks like a fairy tale or a romance novel. It’s a four-letter word, but its meaning is bigger and more significant than we know.

Everyone defines love in different ways, because no two loves are the same, and that’s the beauty of it. That’s exactly what makes it worth it.

Mine is the man with the unruly hair and the deep turquoise eyes, who loves the hardest even when he doesn’t think he can. He helped me find parts of me that I didn’t know existed. He healed me even when I thought I was the one healing him.

He’s mine, and I’m his for as long as he wants me. And, selfishly, I hope it’s forever.

I know he’s done reading when he locks my phone and sits quietly, his fingers wrapped tightly around it. The storm inside me that I expected doesn’t come. I’m calm, and warmth spreads over my skin. It’s a feeling of hope that fills my every pore and stretches my lips into the biggest smile. I’m happiest when I’m with him, and something tells me it’s the same for him.

“When I stood up after my motorcycle finally came to a stop, I looked around, still in shock. I was unscathed. I couldn’t wrap my head around why, and then I saw him…I saw Maksim, Nevaeh. He was standing there, between two cars, smiling at me and shaking his head in disbelief at what an idiot I am.” His voice cracks with emotion, his eyes finding mine. “I think hesaved me. Maks was the reason I was able to lay my Kawasaki down instead of crashing it at full speed. My little brother showed me that I need to live, and…fuck, you probably think I’ve lost my mind?—”

“Not at all.” I take his hand in mine, moving my thumbs in slow circles on his skin. “I think your brother saved you because he needs you to live. For you and for him. Please, Roman, be happy. Live life to the fullest. Love as hard as you can. You owe it to Maksim. He will live on through you.”

Roman smiles and presses his forehead to mine, inhaling deeply and closing his eyes. “Somewhere in my chest, I have a heart. It’s probably not as big as most people’s, especially after years of me hating myself and forbidding myself to feel. But it’s full of love for you,” Roman whispers and opens his eyes, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “I love you, Nevaeh. Only you, and I hope you want to stay with me. Because I can’t imagine my forever with anyone else.”

“And I can’t imagine mine without you,” I say, happy tears leaking down my face. He kisses me without hesitation, his lips moving slowly with mine. It seems like just another kiss, but it feels different. Like the whole world stopped moving, like time froze and there’s only us. A man and a woman who accidentally married in Vegas…not knowing then that it was their destiny.

We were always meant to be, even if at first it didn’t look like it.

Roman entwines our fingers and pulls me into his side. “I’m so happy to be home with you, Malyshka,” he whispers, kissing my temple, and I feel an immense happiness spilling all over my body.

In the past, I was afraid that one day I’d lose myself in the person I love. It scared me and prevented me from really opening up to my partners, so I always kept them at arm’slength. Until Roman came along. He found a vacant spot in my heart and decided to stay.

Our love feels better than anything else in the world. Because it’s real, and because this kind of love is everlasting.

Epilogue

ROMAN

Closingthe door to the apartment, I’m met with total silence. It’s not what I expected after getting home from our seventh win in a row. Excitement bubbles inside me, and pride warms my veins and makes me feel good.

Where is my wife? I didn’t think she had plans tonight.

I walk further inside, taking my phone out of my pocket and dialing Nevaeh’s number. Right as I’m about to press the phone to my ear, I hear her phone ringing in our bedroom.

Okay, she’s definitely got my attention.

“Malyshka?” I say and push open the door to our bedroom. The view my eyes land on makes my mouth water and all decent thoughts vanish.

“What took you so long?” Nevaeh asks breathlessly, fucking herself slowly with one of her toys, a pink rabbit vibrator. We got it for her a few weeks ago, before I left for my away games. She said she felt lonely without me and needed something new to try. Little did I know that trying new things also meant me gettinga call on FaceTime while she pleasured herself. I never came harder from watching than I did that time with her.

“Well, we won.” I walk into the room and close the door behind me. “The guys wanted to celebrate.”

“I wanted to celebrate too,” Nevaeh murmurs, driving the vibrator deeper into her pussy. “Had to be creative, since my husband wasn’t here.”

I swallow my saliva, because damn if she doesn’t remind me of the most delicious dish on the menu at some fancy restaurant. With her round, perky tits and pebbled nipples and her beautiful cunt glistening with her wetness, she drives me absolutely insane, making me reckless. Unhinged, even, if I think about all the things I’ve done and want to do with her.

As I get rid of my clothes, I keep my eyes on the prize. On my wife, who continues fucking herself with her toy, moaning louder with each new thrust. When I’m fully naked, I climb onto the bed and sit in front of her with my hand wrapped tightly around my dick. Enchanted, I watch her give herself an orgasm, drinking her in from her beautiful face to her toned legs. My heart thumps so violently in my chest, it’s keeping me from breathing properly.

“Are you going to come for me again?” I whisper, slowly pumping my cock. “Let me watch, Malyshka.”

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