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“That’s the sexiest thing about you.”
“Stubborn?”
“Driven.” I’m kissing her jaw, as I caress her ass when a tear drops on me. I pull back, and her eyes are glassy.
“I love you so much.”
“Right back atcha.”
She jerks her head up. “No.”
“Sorry. Glib is a hard habit to break. I love you so fucking fiercely and deeply, Makenzie Preston, I’ll never find my way out of it.”
“Better.” I laugh. She rocks back and forth and my cock miraculously jumps to life and hardens under her.
She smirks and grinds down. “And after this time, I’ve got to get home.”
I roll her over onto her back. She steals my breath as her breasts fall perfectly so the sunlight hits them and frames them. I’m staring at her, and I lose all train of thought.
“Are you trying to say something poignant?”
“Possibly but hold on.” I lean up and draw one nipple into my mouth, and she laughs.
“And here I thought you were being serious.”
I speak with her boob still in my mouth, “Silly witch.”
She sits up, and my mouth pops off her nipple. She tosses a blanket around herself. I stare at her and spread my arms out wide.
“Your perfect tits aside, I’m saying I have nothing if I don’t have you.”
“You have 17.6 billion dollars at your immediate disposal.”
“I mean, I have that, but nothing else.”
“You have everything,” she says, and I take her shoulders and stare into her eyes.
“And if I lost all of it, that’s fine because I’ll still have you, and that’s everything.”
She quips, “I don’t know whether this is charm or smarm. My head is reeling. You don’t know how to be poor. That’s super romantic and very gallant of you to offer, but there’s no choice for me. Poor, rich, dumb, smart, smarmy, ridiculous, my heart has always chosen you. You really were the fairy tale king and I was the queen plucked from the commoners.”
I grin, take her in my arms, and say, “You’re my witch not my queen because you bewitched my heart so long ago, and that spell has never been broken despite both of our efforts.”
“Thank you,” she says reverently.
“For loving you?”
“For seeing me.” We hold each other as tightly as possible and stare into each other’s eyes. The last of our resistance slides off both of us like rainwater off the slimy seniors.
tony
Watching Makenzie getting dressed was one of the saddest moments of my life. I love her body. I love her naked, and I love that she’s mine. I’m taking her home, dropping her off, checking in with Dottie, Chelle, and Julia, and hanging out with her parents, the slugs. I’ll sleep in her little back room on a pullout couch. I cannot wait to see what fresh hell that will be. But I promised not to buy a hotel suite because that’s what she wants for this week in Vegas. And she wants to hike, whatever that entails. I swear it’s just walking, but we shall see. And apparently, so we don’t die of heat stroke, we have to do it in the middle of the fucking night with critters all about. But if it means I’m with her and by her side, I’m all in.
I fell asleep before she did last night, and when I woke up a couple of hours later, she was feverishly working on something. I thought she’d finished all her scholarships and grant paperwork, but I guess not.
I wake her as our plane touches down. “Baby, we’re here.”
I kiss her lightly and scoop her up and set her down so she can walk ahead of me off the plane. We flew commercial because she insisted I not use the jet. But she did let me buy first-class tickets.
