FIVE YEARS LATER
You know that feeling where you love someone so much that you’d kill for them, but sometimes, you want to kill them?
Those tiny moments where you want to strangle them while you fuck them.
This is one of those times.
Those thoughts have never stopped swirling in my head since the company dinner we had at Ronan’s house.
And now, Kim is walking by my side, interlacing her fingers with mine as if nothing happened.
We’ll see about that.
I enter the code to the apartment, and she goes inside first.
“I’m craving something to eat. What do you think we –”
Her words catch in her throat as I pull her by the arm and slam her against the apartment’s door. I grab both her wrists and shove them above her head.
She gasps and her green eyes fill with excitement so tangible, I can feel it over the black rage swirling in my brain.
“What were you doing back there, Green?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She’s provoking me on purpose and fuck if it isn’t working. I yank her dress up, then my trousers and boxers down.
She bites her lower lip, her tits rising and falling heavily against my chest.
“You don’t know, huh? Because it seemed to me you were allowing that fucker from accounting to flirt with you before I kicked him out.”
“I was?” Her eyes widen with mock disbelief.
I lift her up by a hand under her thigh and she doesn’t need an invitation as her legs wrap around my waist.
“You’ll pay for it, Green.”
“I will?” she whispers in my ear.
I slam inside her so hard, my balls slap against her arse. Fucking fuck. She feels so right – so damn right.
She moans aloud as I fuck her hard and fast against the door. The bangs and the slaps of flesh against flesh echo in the silence.
Thankfully, for the neighbours’ sake, the apartment is soundproof.
Kim’s groans fill the air and her mouth opens in that wordless O.
“You like provoking me, Green? You like how I pulled you out in front all of them, claiming you as mine?”
“Yes,” she whimpers as I hit her sensitive spot over and over again until she’s screaming my name.
I follow her soon after, the force of my release knocking us both cold. Her head falls against my shoulder and she stares up at me with that dreamy, utterly pleasured smile.
“I love it when you don’t hold back, Xan.”
The haziness of the orgasm slowly withers away as I recall the reason why this particular release felt good. It’s because I haven’t fucked her this hard in weeks.
“Oh, fuck.” I carry her to the bedroom and lay her on the bed. Our cat, London, jumps away but remains at the door. I swear she’s the biggest voyeur on this planet.
Kim bites the corner of her lip and still has those ‘fuck me’ eyes that keep luring me close.
I place a hand on the bump of her womb. “Is she okay?”
“She’s fine.” She pulls me over by the neck and removes my tie, then undoes my buttons. “You’re awfully overdressed.”
She doesn’t stop until she removes my shirt and nuzzles her nose against her name tattoo on my heart. My wife loves that a bit too much.
My fingers lay in her hair that still has her signature green strands, although they’re not as loud now. “The baby, Kim. What if I hurt her?”
“You didn’t.” She gives me a dirty look. “If you hadn’t started holding back, I wouldn’t have provoked you today. Blame yourself.”
“But I don’t want to hurt our baby.” It freaks me the fuck out that I could damage her if I keep my usual rough pace.
The doctor said it’s fine, but it still makes me nervous as hell.
It doesn’t help that my beautiful wife has become so hormonal since the pregnancy that she even interrupts me during work, lying on my desk and demanding pregnant woman care.
Since we both have crappy mothers that are thankfully out of our lives now, Kim has been nervous about the mum’s role, but I know she’ll be the best one alive.
She’s been a mother figure to Kirian his entire life without even realising it. That’s why he never asked about Jeanine when she left.
Now, he’s excited about becoming an uncle and has begun threatening me to take care of his sister or he’ll ‘kick me’. Dad and Calvin have been calling daily and sending all sorts of shit since they learnt we’re expecting.
For the past eight years, I’ve spent with Kim, I’ve been the luckiest and happiest bastard alive.
There hasn’t been a day where she doesn’t make me laugh with her goofiness, or where she doesn’t root for me to be the best version of myself. Just like I do to her.
That’s what we’ve been doing all this time, being the best we could.
Kim has never stopped healing, but now, she looks back on that last year in RES with nostalgia. She doesn’t hide her scars anymore. She could’ve had plastic surgery for her wrist, but she’s chosen not to. Whenever someone asks her about it, she says it was a time when she was lost, and then she found me and I found her.
And after that, we were never lost again.
Kim kneels on the bed and runs her fingertips over my semi-hard cock. “If her mum is happy, she’ll be happy.”
“Is that so?”
“Totally.” She grips me harder.
I groan. “You’re killing me, Green.”
“Admit it, you love it.”
“Oh, I do.” I take her scarred wrist with the bracelet dangling from it. She’s never removed it since that day I put it back on her.
Just like the wedding ring. And no, I didn’t marry her the following day of the proposal. I had to wait an entire month.
Small price to pay for finally having her by my side in all possible ways.
People marry their soulmates or those who complete them. I married the woman who gave meaning to my life.
She’s not only my soulmate, my life wouldn’t have existed without her.
“Make me yours, Xan.”
“You already are, Green.”
“Will you remind me again?”
“Oh, I will.”
I flip her over and she squeals, then gasps as my lips claim hers.
