From Bully To Beloved

“No. I couldn’t. I told the lawyer I needed some time to think it over. Poor Marie. I’m dreading telling her my final decision, but I’ll take the plunge and draw as you suggested. I’m sorry for last Sunday, for the last few days, I was so blind and scar-”

“That doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is you’re here now. Now tell me what I think this means.”

She draws back from our embrace only far enough to look me in the eye. “The only thing I know for sure that my heart wants is-you. To draw and be with you. Somehow, both you and my desire to create have merged into a single fire within me. Inseparable. Being without you is just as unimaginable as not being able to draw anymore. I love you, Cal. I love you so much. I choose you. I choose us.”

Relief washes over me.

Jesus Fucking Christ.

“Sera, you don’t have to choose. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. I’m sorry for our past. I’m sorry for being such a fool. I’m sorry I gave you shit for not standing up for yourself, for playing it safe. Loving you is easy for me, falling for you happened so naturally and effortlessly, I hoped you felt the same way. I didn’t want to let you go.”

“I know, I know that,” she says, fiddling with the collar of my shirt. “You don’t need to be sorry. I know how much you were hurting, and it kills me. I understand why you did all that, I do. We’re both stubborn people, Cal, and we butt heads-it’s still going to happen. And Idofeel the same way. I do, I have… God, there’s so much we need to work out, so many things…” She trails off.

“You have to promise me one thing,” I whisper in a hoarse voice. “You’ll never again be scared. Together we can do anything. Anything.”

“Anything.” She nods and gives me the sweetest smile. “I promise.”

I have her up against the wall in no time. Next thing I know, I’m unbuckling my belt.

In one swift stroke, I push into her.

Sera gasps.

I don’t move right away.

“And I love it when you dothat,” she says.

“I know, baby.”

I stay there, buried deep inside her tight heat, holding her, pulling the toughest girl with the softest heart close to me, savoring her nearness, my eyes reaching hers, and absorbing all the warmth she has in them. Our gazes lock, and I start moving slowly.

God, I fit inside her so perfectly.

She knows that she’s mine. I’m meant for her, and she is meant for me.

I take her slowly. Deeply. With measured thrusts.

“Hold me tighter,” I rumble, rocking in and out of her.

“Okay,” she breathes. Her legs wrap more firmly around my waist, and she clings to me, crushing me against her chest. More of that vanilla scent hits my nose.

“Just like that.” The room is filled with the sounds of moans, sighs, and skin-on-skin contact. We move together like one. Fuck, we are one person. Two halves of the same soul, finally connected at last.

“Cal?” she moans.

“Yeah, baby?” I look up, still thrusting, not losing my pace.

I meet her eyes, but she doesn’t say anything. She just looks at me.

I can’t let her go.

When that thought goes through my head, I pick up the pace.

“Ohmygod.” She’s quickly lost her composure, I’m about ready to burst. But not yet. Not until I feel her body squeeze me one more time. I slide my hand between our bodies, searching until I find what she needs to push her over the edge.

“Cal…” Sera calls my name, waves of pleasure making her mouth form a beautiful “O.”

The grand opening is in full swing, and I’m here next door fucking the girl I love, feeling her come in my arms. Life can’t get any better than this.

I kiss her, slamming myself into her body, not letting go. Her wet heat is squeezing eagerly all around me, hard, over and over, caressing my dick in raw waves of pleasure. I come inside of her with a deep final thrust, jets of come funneling into her body. Her hands cradle my face as she returns my kisses with panting ones of her own.

We can’t stop ourselves. We can’t get enough of each other.

My pleasure ebbs, but I stay where I am, holding her close. I’m not ready to pull out yet, not ready to break apart.

Our heart rates slow, and we keep kissing. I only stop when my arms are on fire. Carefully, I put her down on her feet. She’s wobbly. Drawing back to suck in a deep breath, I look down at Sera.

She has closed her eyes.

“Oh, oh…” she says, opening them. All the blood has drained from her face. She sways a little.

“Sera?” I hold her tighter.

Her wide eyes stare into mine, and she purses her lips. I can sense something’s off.

Her eyes grow huge.

Sweat forms on her forehead.

“Sera, are you okay?” I ask, smoothing her hair back softly. “Hey, hey. Babe, what’s wrong?”

I reach up and wipe away a strand of loose hair.

She takes in a shuddering breath. “I’m going to puke.”