Page 100 of Sins of the Flesh
After the mayhem of that day wore off, Ally ran for Mayor; truthfully, it was practically handed to her with unanimous praise.I think they wanted someone whom they could trust, and after her performance at the meeting, no one questioned her loyalty.
My husband slips his hand into mine.“You ready to go, Angel?”I look at Caleb’s beautiful face and nod.He places fresh flowers on my Father's grave.“William, thank you again for the amazing man you raised.”
Caleb spent 3 weeks in a medically induced coma after he saved me from that bullet.It was the longest 3 weeks of my life, and I honestly felt like I would die right along with him if I lost him.
But Caleb is a fighter; even though he had to learn to walk again, he beat the odds, getting back on his feet much sooner than anyone expected him to.
I squeeze Caleb's hand, grateful for his presence and his strength.Even with occasional use of a cane, he moves with a grace that takes my breath away.His recovery has been nothing short of miraculous.
We both still attend therapy, especially after the drama happened.I struggled most with how I so completely misjudged Elle.Every time she pushed me towards Caleb, it was part of a plot to hurt him, and even though I didn’t know it, she used me to hurt him.The guilt was a struggle to overcome for a long time.
"I love you, baby" I whisper, leaning in to brush my lips against his cheek.He turns, capturing my mouth in a tender kiss.
"I love you too, Angel.Always."
As we walk away from my Father's grave, I marvel at how much has changed in two years.Our wedding six months ago was small but perfect, just close family and friends gathered at St.Mary's.Ally was Caleb’s “Best Woman,” just as he was her best man at her dual wedding with Ashley, a year after the shooting.
Josh graduated from college as the valedictorian last year.At his graduation, he introduced us to his partner.To say it was a surprise is an understatement.
My carpentry shop, Abbot's Designs, opens next week.It feels like a full circle, a picture of my dad was the first thing I hung in my office.
Mom moved in with Rodney a year ago and sold the house after I moved in with Caleb.That sly woman hid her relationship with Rodney for over a year before she sprang it on me.But Rodney is a good man, and I'm happy to see Mom happy again.
Caleb's still running St.Mary's, which has become a beacon of acceptance in our little town.Slowly rebuilding Baylee’s homophobic past with the LGBTQ+ initiatives that Caleb has used to bring people together.Who would have thought a small town church could be so progressive?
I unlock the door to our house, and Oz, Caleb and I’s, orange tabby kitten, greets us at the door.I pick him up and nuzzle him.Then, set him free again.
I slide my arms around Caleb’s neck.“I have a surprise,” I whisper conspiratorially.
“I'm scared already,” he chuckles, and I slap his chest laughing.
“Grab the keys to the Church, husband,” I instruct with a sultry whisper.He quirks an eyebrow at me, but does as I ask.His hand in mine, I pull him to the front doors of the Church.He unlocks it, letting us in.
I silently pull him along by a fistful of his shirt.We haven’t needed to do anything in the church since the day Charlotte caught us.But today, being Valentine's Day, I have a surprise.I pull Caleb up the aisle of the Chapel.
In the dim light, Caleb lets out a loud laugh as he sees the same setup he put together for me years ago when I gave him my virginity.He pulls me into him by my waist.“Rose petals, huh?You don't think they are too much?”He chuckles.
“Nahh,” I tell him and kiss his lips.
As our tongues tangle, Caleb elicits the same level of electricity in me that he always has.He hoists me into his arms, walking me to the stage.“Your back!”I pant on his lips.
“Shut up,” he grins on my mouth.
We undress each other on the stage, barely breaking our kiss.I get onto the bed and pull Caleb down onto it.I get him positioned on his back and straddle him.
It's crazy to think this man, the man I thought I could only have in my wildest dreams, is now my Husband.I take a moment to stare at his loving whiskey gaze that’s only for me.
He grips my hips, humming when I bend forward to trail kisses down his neck.I go torturously slow as I worship his arms and hands to each fingertips, with my lips and tongue.Caleb feathers small kisses on my wrist and palm while I take my time.
I move my lips to his nipples, nipping and sucking each, pulling a groan from him.“Angel, you're killing me,” he whines.
“That's not what I said,” I mumble between kisses and bites, and he laughs.
I continue kissing down his abdomen and down his v line.He hums his cock jerking and leaking in anticipation.“So, we are doing this in reverse?”He asks huskily.
“Your sexy ass is mine,” I tell him with a smirk.
“Prove it,” he says with his gaze dark and full of desire as I take his cock in my mouth.“Fuuck Angel, I love your mouth,” he groans, arching his back.I bob on him lightly the same way he did me back then.“More,” he whines.
