I’ve come to the realization that there are too many irritating people in my and Glyndon’s life.
More specifically, people who think it’s such a great idea to steal her time from me.
My tolerance level concerning that is slowly but surely fading out, and I can’t be held responsible for the hell that will break loose when I reach my limit.
In fact, that limit was fully breached around two years ago, soon after we started our relationship, but I made the mistake of promising to see things from her perspective.
At that time, it was the only thing that would make her trust me enough to be with me. But now, I have to accept that she actually needs friends.
That she wants to be recognized for who she is.
That as much as I want to spend every waking moment buried deep inside her or just holding her in my arms, she needs something as blasphemous as going out with friends and colleagues and all the fucking charade.
But I understand.
Not really.
Not even fucking close.
However, I let her have those irritating things, mainly because she misses me and I like how proactive she gets when she misses me.
Like tonight.
I haven’t seen her for a day, and while that was nothing short of torture, I had something to plan.
Earlier, I told her to meet me at the top of the cliff, then I hid behind the tree.
And waited.
Glyn comes fifteen minutes early and kills the engine of her car near the road but doesn’t turn off her headlights.
My little rabbit walks straight to the cliff, her hips swaying gently. She’s wearing a denim jacket and a dress today—one that reaches the middle of her thighs and swishes with every move. She even put on red lipstick—my favorite fucking color.
Glyndon is the most beautiful woman on earth to me. Every time I look at her, I’m reminded of the difference she made in my life.
If it weren’t for her, I would’ve long since spiraled down a destructive, criminal path and I would’ve never opened up to my family and found some middle ground with them.
Gareth and I won’t get the Brothers of the Year award, and I’ll never be mushy with my dad, but we sit down and talk. We even went back to hunting. The only activity the three of us do together—despite Mom’s dislike of the hobby.
Glyndon stops not far from the cliff, looking around, probably searching for me. The air is gentle tonight—no wind or crashing of waves.
Her hair covers her face as she retrieves her phone. Soon after, my phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s probably a text from her, asking if I’m here yet.
Instead of replying with words, I open the huge container I brought with me.
Soft yellow light slowly brightens the gloomy cliff as the fireflies swarm in the air.
Glyndon stares up and her phone is forgotten as she gets caught in a trance. I love it when she’s in awe, when her lips part and her eyes widen. It’s like when I’m pounding inside her and she can’t take it anymore but she still enjoys every second of it.
The yellow light forms a halo around her as I sneak up behind her. The moment she feels my breath on her neck, she startles and turns around so fast that she slips backward.
Blindingly, she clutches my chest with both hands, and her phone clutters to the ground.
“This scene is oddly similar to the first time we met,” I whisper.
“You scared me,” she breathes out, definitely not as frightened as back then.
“Do you trust me, baby?”
She pauses, her breathing quickening before she releases me. I reach out and pull her back with a hand around her waist.
Her chest flattens against mine as she grins. “Does that answer your question?”
I grind my jaw. “Don’t do that again.”
“Then don’t ask stupid questions again. Why would I stay with you all this time if I didn’t trust you?”
“My charm?”
“You don’t even know the meaning of that word.”
“You love me?”
She sighs, shaking her head. “Unfortunately.”
“Unfortunately?”
“Yeah, I could’ve picked anyone else, but it had to be you.”
“Damn straight.” I stroke her hair away from her face. “You’re here early.”
“Well, remember that unfortunate thing about how much I love you? Due to that reason, I actually miss you when I don’t see you for a certain amount of time.”
“That’s very unfortunate, indeed.”
“But the view is worth the wait. How did you manage to get all these fireflies here?”
“I just did. Do I deserve a reward for all the hard work?”
“Did you do it to impress me or for a reward?”
“Both.”
She smiles, shaking her head. “What do you want as a reward?”
“Marry me, Glyndon.”
Her smile remains frozen. “W-what?”
“I want you to marry me.”
“We’re like twenty-one and you still haven’t finished your education, and I want to continue my master’s degree. When I say what, I mean, are you serious?”
“When have I not been? We can get married after we’re settled in our careers if you want, but in the meantime, you’ll wear my ring on your finger.”
She seems to have come down from the shock, and a rare gleam covers her eyes. “When did you even plan this?”
“After I took you to see my parents. Surely I would marry the first girl I introduced to my folks.”
She narrows her eyes. “Was that before or after anal?”
I grin. “During, baby.”
She tries to hide her smile but fails. “Bloody perv.”
“Is that a yes?”
“You didn’t even ask.”
“If I ask, it means you’ll get to say no, and you know I don’t take that for an answer. Not about this.”
She wraps her arms around my neck. “I think I’m doomed.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I think you’re the only man I would marry.”
“You just figured that out?”
“Oh, shut up.” She laughs and kisses my cheek. “I’ll marry you, my monster.”
“Good.” I slip the custom-made ring with my name on it on her finger. “You’re officially mine now.”
She stares at it under the fireflies’ light. “It’s so beautiful. Thank you.”
“I have a better way for you to show me your gratitude.” I grab her by the arm and pull her with me.
She has to jog to keep up with my pace, and usually, I’d slow down, but right now, I’m too impatient for this woman.
I need to be inside her more than I need my next hit of oxygen.
Once we reach a tree, I slam her against it—not hard enough to hurt her, but enough that she can figure out my intention.
Glyndon swallows. “We’re in public, Killian.”
I grab her by the hips and pull her against my erection. “So? We need to celebrate our engagement.” I slide my other hand under her dress. “Besides, the red lipstick is a clear invitation to fuck that mouth, and you already wore a dress so I could have better access to your cunt, didn’t you?”
My fingers find her pussy and I pause. “What do we have here, my little slut? No panties?”
“I told you I missed you,” she breathes out.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy, baby.” I tease her clit, and her head falls back against the tree with a moan. “Wrap your leg around my waist. Hold on to me.”
Both of her arms and a leg circle my neck and waist, but she still whispers, “Anyone can see.”
“Not if they want to stay alive.” I free my raging hard cock and lift her other leg. “Eyes on me when I fuck you, baby.”
Her eyes meet mine, half-hooded, almost closed, but they’re so full of fire, I want to walk straight through it and feel every burn.
I drive inside her with the impatience of a celibate priest. She clenches around my cock with a gasp, her body molding to mine.
Maybe I should make her miss me more in the future. On second thought, no. I’m still going through withdrawal after only one day.
My fingers wrap around her neck and she tightens her hold on me. She likes it when I choke her while I’m fucking her brains out, my Glyndon. She told me it makes her lose control more, because it’s me.
Because she trusts me.
I up my rhythm until her moans and gasps of pleasure echo around us, swirling with the fireflies and the silence of the night.
“You’re going to be my wife.” Thrust. “My partner.” Thrust. “My everything.”
“Yes, yes.” Her voice is broken by the strength of my powering into her.
“One day, I’ll stuff this cunt with my cum and you’ll give me children, won’t you, baby?”
Her eyes shine as she moans, “Yes!”
Her orgasm hits me with a mixture of emotions. Maybe it’s the surrender of it, or the fact that she’s now wearing my ring, or that nothing and no one will take her away from me. Or maybe it’s the promise that I’ll fill her with my baby in the future.
Whatever the reason, I spill all the way inside her with a grunt.
Glyndon grabs onto me, her fingers stroking my cheek as a girly, happy smile covers her lips. “I love you, my monster.”
“And I love you, baby.”
More than she’ll ever comprehend, think, or know.
I love her to the point of fucking madness.
