“I love you.” I said the words first.
“That’s good. Because I love you as well.”
When he kissed me, he became the only real thing. The rain, the trees, the birds, all melted away because nothing else was apart from us.
Teeth clashed, lips were bit, hands slid under wet clothes and pulled them up and away. The ground was moss covered, soft and damp, but it didn’t matter. My skin sought his, needing his warmth, wanting him to be as close to me as he could with a desperation I hadn’t felt before.
His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs roughly grazing the nipples. The air was cooler, the storm surrounding us dimming the sticky English summer warmth. Raindrops hit my skin but I barely noticed them. Instead, I was pushing down my jeans, allowing Callum access to cup my centre, push a finger into my wetness. I moved my hand to his jeans, finding the zipper, cupping his erection and hearing him groan. This wasn’t going to be long and tender sex, this was frantic and needy, we were outdoors and it was still just about light, the last rays of the sun hitting us through the cover of the trees.
Callum shucked down his jeans and moved over me, lining his cock up with my pussy and pushing inside me in one movement.
“I love you.” He slowed his movements, fucking me deep, hard. “I’ll show you every day forever how much.”
“Like this?”
“If that’s what you want. Whatever you want, I’ll try to give you.”
“You. I just want you.”
He quickened his rhythm and I forgot my name; the rain, the thunder, the moss beneath me and him, dominating everything. Him most of all.
I came hard and fast, holding onto his back, wrapping my legs around him, feeling him fill me deep inside as he came with a groan.
We lay, the rain still falling, in our enclave. No one else around, even the birds had taken shelter, maybe from the weather, maybe from us.
“What are your family going to say when they see the state of us?” I knew my back would be full of bits of tree and my clothes were wringing wet.
“We’ll sneak through to the hot tub. And they won’t say anything. Seven kids. They’ve learned not to think about things too much.” He held me to him. “But we should head back.”
“Probably.” Neither of us moved.
A flock of ducks flew over, their calls domineering the rain which was now easing.
“Hot tub?” Callum said. “Get warmed up. I’ll find some wine.”
“Champagne. We should celebrate.”
He shifted. I felt the loss of him from inside me. “Definitely. Toast to what we’ve found.”
Epilogue
Callum
Ihad no idea what Wren’s response was going to be. If there was anything the last six months had taught me, it was that I couldn’t predict a single thing she would say or do, unless we were operating on an animal.
“It’s okay. It’s going to be fine.” I bent down and let the latest addition to our somewhat manic household lick my face. Nothing quite like dog kisses, especially ones from a puppy German Shepherd that now had only three usable legs.
Wren had been in Marrakesh for two weeks. They’d needed a vet over at the sanctuary and both of us leaving the practice at this point wasn’t doable, so she’d gone and it had been a challenge. I’d missed her; our patients and their humans had missed her. We’d all got through it in one piece, but having her back tonight was a relief.
Zeus had been brought in to the practice the day after Wren had left. He’d been found whimpering at the side of a road by a school boy. Only around twenty weeks old, he had a deformed leg that would’ve meant the breeder couldn’t sell him or had to spend a fortune on vet’s fees. Why he hadn’t been taken to a vets by the breeder was beyond me, but instead of getting angry, I’d set about getting him better, feeding him up, fussing him and then operating, inserting steel plates and rods and doing what I could. In another few months, he’d need a further op as he would’ve grown bigger, but that was fine. He was in good hands.
I just hoped that Wren would understand why we’d acquired another mouth to feed on top of the three horses, two donkeys, five cats and the parrot that had mysteriously turned up one day although Wren declared she had no idea where it was from. Billy, as he told us he was called, now lived with one of the resident vets in his cottage where he was probably picking up more bad language.
I heard the door open and saw Zeus’ ears prick. There was low voice and a miaow, then the sound of suitcase wheels.
“I’m so glad to be… Hello! Who are you?” Her suitcase was forgotten and she was on her knees, having her faced washed which seemed to be Zeus’ talent.
“We have a new inmate. Meet Zeus. Long story.” It was clear that while Zeus was there, my share of her attention would be limited.
