As the dean finishes handing out the diplomas, and we are officially announced as graduates, Noah comes up to me and pulls me into him.
“How’s my ladybug?”
The warmth in his voice gets me every time. “I’m good. So damn good.” I turn in his arms and kiss him. His tongue duels with mine as the kiss turns passionate.
“Gross, get a room.” I laugh as I pull away from Noah to look at Hamlet. “One day you are going to fall in love, and it will be just like this.”
He grumbles that it will never happen and tells us he will see us back at the condo we are renting for the weekend. “He really is a big ole grump,” Noah remarks. I can’t help but continue to laugh. They are just alike.
When Hamlet found out that I was staying in Clover Trails, he transferred to a home office to stay with me. He said we had too much time between us and that wasn’t going to work for him anymore. Noah was glad to have him here, and we set up a routine. On Mondays we eat at the diner for lunch, Tuesday we have therapy, Wednesdays is game night at Hamlet’s, Thursdays is dinner at my house with Noah, and Fridays is sports night. The weekend is my alone time with Noah. It feels so good to have them both in my life. Oh, and well, Bruiser is here too. He watches the house like a guard dog and I’m not sure why.
My thoughts are interrupted as Hamlet hugs me. “Go enjoy yourself. I’ll see you when we get back home.”
Noah and I walk hand in hand to his motorcycle. Riding all the way to Florida with the wind in my hair was an experience, to say the least. One I can’t wait to repeat. In fact, I think I’ve gotten approval from a few motorcyclists that are going to Sturgis this year to let us ride along. That is, if Noah will want to. It’s my present to him.
We stop here and there to say hi to a few of my classmates, but I can tell Noah has something up his sleeve.
“You gonna marry me?” I blink at him as he settles the helmet on my head. With the visor still up, I can see him grinning.
“Don’t you think I should tell you I love you first before you ask me if I’m going to marry you?”
He looks at me and growls. “I know you love me, Othella, but yes, you are right.” He huffs and puts his visor down.
Taking his helmet off, I pull mine off as well. “I love you from now until eternity.” With him beaming a smile at me, I kiss him, knowing my future is a bright one.
Epilogue
TEN YEARS LATER
“Goddamn ladybug, don’t stop.”Her mouth bobs up and down on my dick as I stroke her hair. She loves to wake me up in the morning with a blow job and I’m not one to tell her no. Ever.
My orgasm comes swiftly as she takes my cock all the way into her throat. With my eyes closed, her hair in my hands, and her throat sucking me, I groan for her. Even after ten years, I haven’t lost the ability to orgasm for her within minutes of her mouth on me.
Othella pulls away from my cock and licks her lips. She’s so damn sexy. I take her by the hair and flip her onto her back.
“Good morning, ladybug.” She giggles for me and runs those skilled hands of hers up my stomach.
“Morning.” She kisses me and wraps her legs around my waist as I put my weight down on her.
“What made you get up so early this morning?”
She blushes. God, I love when she does that. It means she’s up to something. “Well, as you know, Hamlet, Bruiser, and our three little ones are gone for the weekend.”
My dick stirs at the thought of being alone with her. “Yes, I’m aware.”
“Well, it’s our ten-year anniversary and even though we were supposed to go to the Sturgis Rally this year, we didn’t make it because the kids had school…” she trails off as I pinch her nipple and suckle the other one.
“Go on, ladybug.”
With a huff, she arches into me, and I feel her damp pussy rubbing against my already aching cock. The need to claim her, make her scream my name is overwhelming to the point I flip us so she’s on top of me. “Get my cock in you, ladybug. I need to feel you stretch around me.”
My words make her moan as she takes my cock in her hand, guiding me into her. “No-Noah.” I love it when she tries to say my name when I first enter her. After ten years, she still stutters, and it makes me want to roar with pleasure.
“Who’s my good girl?” I rub her stomach, now covered with a tattoo of roses and our children’s names. She insisted on covering the scar and I agreed. She’s not a whore for anyone but me. And there was no reason for her to have that word on her, causing her pain daily.
Holding her gaze, I run my fingertips along the edges of the roses. What once made her cringe now makes her squeeze down on my cock, arch her back, and scream my name. “Yes. Oh God, please Noah, don’t stop touching me.”
“Never, love. Never.” As her pussy spasms over me, I flip us right back over so I’m over her. Grabbing her hips, I plow into her. Owning my sweet Othella.
