I roll onto my hands and knees, my ass in the air, my mouth watering at the sight of his cock. He groans, his hand tangling in my hair as he guides me forward. I lick my lips, my tongue swirling around the head before I take him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his hips jerking forward. “That’s it, baby. Take it all.”
I hollowed my cheeks, my lips sliding down his shaft, taking him as deep as I can. He groans, his fingers tightening in my hair, his hips rolling forward, fucking my mouth. I moan around his cock, the sound vibrating against his shaft, and he groans, his hips snapping forward.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he yells. “Such a good little girl for me.”
My pussy clenches at his words. I love it when he talked to me like that—when he calls me his good girl, it makes me feel dirty, in the best way possible.
His hand tighten in my hair, his hips snapping forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gag, my eyes watering, but I don’t pull back. I take him, every inch, my lips wrap tighter around his shaft.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he yells, his hips stuttering. “Swallow it, baby. Swallow every drop.”
And then he is coming, his cock pulsing in my mouth, his cum spilling down my throat. I swallow, my lips still wrapped around his shaft, milking him for every last drop. When he finally pulls free, I lick my lips and my eyes lock on his.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. “Such a good girl.”
And from that day forward, I belonged to him.
EPILOGUE
GARRISON—2 YEARS LATER
Two years later,and somehow everything feels… steady. That’s the word I come back to the most. Not easy—nothing worth having ever is—but solid in a way I didn’t think was possible back then.
Back when everything felt like it was on the verge of falling apart. Back when I stood outside that shelter and thought I was about to lose everything. I lean against the railing of the porch, a cup of coffee in my hand. The air is warm, quiet, peaceful in that way you only notice after you’ve lived through chaos.
Inside, I can hear Willow laughing. That sound still does something to me. Still hits me the same way it did the first time I realized I was in trouble.
I shake my head slightly, a small smile pulling at my lips. I was done for the second she walked into that garage. It just took me a while to admit it. The screen door creaks behind me, and I don’t have to turn around to know who it is.
“You’ve been out here for like twenty minutes,” Willow says, her voice light, teasing. “Are you planning something mysterious, or just avoiding helping me with dinner?”
I glance over my shoulder at her. Still completely capable of knocking the air out of my lungs with one look.
“Little bit of both,” I admit.
She smiles, walking toward me, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she stops at my side. I still look at her like I’m seeing her for the first time. I don’t think that’s ever going to change.
“You’re thinking again,” she says, nudging me lightly with her shoulder.
“Dangerous, I know.”
“Very.”
I take a sip of my coffee, then glance back out at the horizon.
“Just… thinking about how things turned out.”
She follows my gaze for a second before looking back at me. “Good or bad?”
“Good,” I say immediately.
No hesitation. Because it is. It really is. Even with everything we went through to get here.
Even with the fights. The time it took for everything to settle. Especially with him. I let out a quiet breath.
“Your dad called me this morning,” I say.
