Page 89 of A Chance for Us
Time moved far too fast for me. We’re back in Willow Creek Valley, but she’s getting ready to head home, which will officially begin our attempt at a long-distance marriage.
The irony of this is amusing.
“I’ll come back in two weeks. I have a mission this week I need to be in the area for and then we have a lull.”
“All right.”
“Can I call you tonight?” Her voice is full of embarrassment.
“You better.”
“I’m going to miss you, Ollie.”
I pull her to my chest, loving how easily she fits there. “I’ll miss you, but thankfully, I’ll have the memories of this morning to carry me through.”
Her cheeks are painted a lovely shade of pink, and I imagine her naked, hands tied over her head, gripping the headboard as I ate her out. I fucked her so hard I pulled a muscle in my groin, but the memory will carry me through the weeks.
“Yes, well . . .” She steps closer, her finger touching the hull of my throat. “Next time, I think maybe I should tie you up.”
“You do?”
“Yup. Then I can torture you.”
“Did you forget the hot tub?”
Maren smiles. “I’ll never forget that.”
I am a lucky man to have this woman. “Neither will I. Now, get your sexy ass back in that car and call me when you get home.”
She leans in, kissing me again. “I will. Don’t go marrying any other damsels in distress.”
“I’ll do my best.”
Maren hesitates at the door to the car. “We’re going to make this work, Oliver.”
Her determination makes me believe it’s possible. I’m not sure how, but she seems resolved.
“We’ll figure it out,” I say before kissing her forehead.
That’s all we really can do. We’ll try, and if it fails, then . . . I won’t be shocked.
“I’ll find out tomorrow what Mark did with the license.”
“Yeah, that would be great.”
He hasn’t answered his phone the last few days, but Natalie told Maren that he’s dealing with a situation and that she’d have answers for her when she returned. Whatever that means.
I have a gut feeling it means we’re now legally married.
“I should go . . .”
I nod. “Yes, before it gets too late.”
We kiss again, and the knot in my stomach grows. I don’t want her to leave. I want to pull her into my arms, carry her to my bed, and make love to her again. I want Maren with me all the time. It’s just not the reality we face.
She sighs and then gets in the car. We wave to each other one more time, and I watch her taillights fade away down the driveway.
I have no idea how much time passes before I feel a hand grip my shoulder. “And how is the blushing groom and his new bride?” Grayson asks.
