Another bang echoed downstairs, then a voice—or two, or three.
“Nate, hurry, please.”
Desperate to ease the ache, find my release, and feel the power of Nate’s, I collapsed forward, slid one hand beneath me, and began rubbing my soaked flesh. “Please, Nate. Please. I want to come. Make me come.”
“Fuuuccckk.” Nate pulled my hair tighter and slammed inside me, his thrusts almost violent. “You look incredible. So freaking hot when you rub that pussy.”
“Nate!”
The world turned upside down. Still inside me, Nate rolled to his back. He knew how I loved control, the power of being on top. Pushing my boobs out for his pleasure, I pinched my nipples, then ran my hands through my hair, and I ground down. Nate rubbed my clit and pushed up into me, and I rode him hard. Every muscle in my body was liquid and tense simultaneously. Nate pinched, then pressed that perfect little button and groaned, “Come for me, baby. Let that sweet cunt come all over my cock.”
That was it. That filthy mouth and those devilish fingers did it again. “Nate!” I screamed as quietly as I could. Nate bucked wildly beneath me.
“Coming,” is all he could manage. I ground down once more, pinched my nipple, and exploded. Squirting all over Nate, I soaked his abdomen and legs and ruined the new sheets I’d only just put on the bed.
“Holy shit, Gidge!” I felt his hot streams filling me. My whole body trembled above him as we rode out the wave.
They say fortune favors the bold, and in the case of my family,theywere spot on.
After our surprise wedding in Canada, my new husband and I had another decision to make, one that was harder than my instant acceptance of Nate’s proposal. One we’d avoided for weeks.
It was time to go home. But where washome?
New York or Byron Bay?
As the little girl in the taco commercials used to say,whynotboth?Or, as Nate so Nate-ly put it… “Let’s follow the sun, babe.”
Excluding the last few months of my pregnancy, Nate and I had spent the entirety of our marriage doing just that, avoiding the winters while chasing the sun, sand, surf and seemingly endless orgasms and avoiding the winters. It was something made possible by a decision by Finn and Scarlett. They’d had enough of the States and big-city life and came home.
Scarlett took a shine to farm life while farm-sitting and, in its absence, her love and yearning for it continued to grow. She and Finn established their own architectural firm, specializing in redesigning and restoring old farm homes, and popped out baby Shelby almost two months ago.
Nate ran the family farm with his dad. We scaled back the sheep and expanded the organic macadamia and chamomile crops, doubling our exports. My man had become quite a successful businessman. Each summer, once the harvests were done and the two families were getting sick of the sight of each other, Finn would step in to take care of the farm, and we would take off to NYC. Jocelyn had moved into her dream home in Tarrytown but kept the house in the city, which we lived in when in town.
As for me, I wasn’t doing too bad myself. Nate and hispurpose, the dance hall he leased for me, turned out to be perfect. From there, I ran Miss Evie’s, my very own and best-in-town dance studio, and a sister studio to the one where I remained a silent partner, VAAD.
Oh, and I published my first book too. My collection of stories, the very same one Nate had gifted to me, went on to become a bestseller.
It may not be possible when the kids were older, but for half the year, our children would now grow up side by side like we had. The only difference was that I lived on the Myers side of the fence, and there was a new Austen woman running the show on the other.
After years of pain and loss, we had been gifted an incredible amount of love and happiness. If there was one downside to our nomadic wandering, it was the goodbyes… and the jetlag. Be it a whispered New York, ‘Au revoir,’ with Jocelyn; a danced, drunk, and hugged out, ‘Catch ya later,’ with Teddy; or with a teary, hug-fest farewell at the airport with the Aussie Austen’s in Sydney…each time hurt. But they were also a celebration and exciting time too because we always knew that whatever side of the world we were on, we were at home when we were together.
Life was good…great…extraordinary.
Having said that, I tended to lean toward crotchety, some may dare to say grumpy—very few to my face—but I was okay with me for the first time in my life. I had a family that I would do anything for, a career I could never have dreamed of, and I had Nate, my best friend, lover, chief knocker-upper, and still the only person to call me Aoife.
