I didn’t expect it.
And I sure as hell don’t deserve it.
“When you’re ready,” I grind out in her ear. “I’ll take you house shopping. You can have everything you want. I will fill that thing with fucking pink, fuzzy carpet if you want. All you have to do is tell me when you’re unhappy and what you want to do. We’ll figure it out from there.”
I feel her bob her head in agreement before I slowly uncover her mouth.
“Now, bend over again so I can see this pretty bow on your ass. It’s tempting me to take it, Daydream.”
“Whatever you want.”
I wouldn’t even make it that far.
Because, at the current moment, my orgasm is teetering, my headspace is shot, my breathing is almost inadequate to my lungs, and I’m feral in more ways than one.
Meirna bends over, the giant red bow on display for me as I take her body however I want.
I spread her ass cheeks, diving deeper as my balls clench. A life like this, forever, is what I’m aiming for, and everything she desires is hers without saying the words.
My Daydream pushes back on me, meeting my thrusts with pushes of her own as I watch her ass bounce against my hips and thighs.
She’s careful to keep her voice down, but I can still hear it against her palm or forearm, until she tightly clenches the fabric of my comforter and shatters against the plush fabric.
Her mewls and moans are muffled. Her body shakes uncontrollably, but she doesn’t stop riding my dick. And the red bow…yeah, I’m not done with that thing yet tonight.
My release comes like a freight train, fast, on a one-way stretch and arriving exactly where it needs to be. It clashes with every bodily function and thought. I barely remember it, but pulling Meirna against me and collapsing into the bed.
She’s moving to Boston.
She’s starting a new life with me.
And that’s everything I could’ve ever dreamed.
Chapter 34
Meirna
My parents are ecstatic about the news of me moving to Boston. Callie has already sent me several Zillow listings of homes for sale. I’ve looked at them, but I’m not ready to start house shopping just yet.
There’s a lot of loose ends that still need to be tightened and my life has changed so much in the last week and a half, that I’m trying not to get so overwhelmed.
Social media broke out this morning about Bobby and my postponed wedding—the one that didn’t happen and was supposed to today.
My phone has been going off from people I’ve met through the Hardings. How I could stand Bobby up after everything we’ve gone through.
But, within an hour, a new story broke out and that madeallthe calls and text messages stop.
Meirna Stetson married to Bronte Vasiliou.
Bobby Harding a fraud, a liar, and a cheat.
The narrative was not off at all. It described Harding Holdings making questionable deals and gambles with customer’s funds. Itspoke of Bobby and his potential ties to “a Chicago” mob. Jolene—bless her heart—even made an appearance, which pissed me off.
There’s only one way this got out and I know exactly who it was.
However, that man disappeared this morning before I woke up.
Eleni has been bustling in the kitchen, making lunch and preparing her famous New Year’s Eve dinner. Callie gave me some space, taking my parents to the grocery store for something or another, and I’ve been left alone in Bronte’s room while every thirty minutes, the story evolved and became more colorful.
