Betrayal

Chapter 55

Warren

I'm slick with sweat. My stomach is rumbling lowly from hunger. My eyes don't want to stay open. I haven't showered since yesterday morning. There hasn't been time to shower.

We've made love too many times to count. I don't think I have anything left in me to give to her. I've made her come, made her bleed, and my balls have to be empty by now.

When she kisses my chest and strokes my cock gently, I laugh softly. She wants more. She's fucking insatiable. More insatiable than I've ever seen her. My proposal of marriage and the fact that she hasn't been with anyone in three years has something to do with it, I'm sure.

"You're going to kill me," I mumble. "I'm an old man. Jesus Christ."

She sighs softly and kisses me again, then lays on her side. I turn and face her, smooth her hair back, and stroke her cheek. She's so god damn beautiful when she's like this. Red cheeks, messy hair, marks on her body from my hands, that look of satisfaction in her eyes. I didn't lose my touch. I'd been worried I might have because it's been so long. I was so nervous when we made love this morning, but tried not to show it.

She's going to be my wife. If we could've gone and done it tonight, I would've. We have to get a marriage license first, but we'll have to wait until Monday. We'll go together and get it, then decide where we want to do it. Whether it's here in Midtown, Manhattan, or Hawaii, it'll happen. I'll go anywhere she wants to.

"Given any thought as to where you'd like to be married, darling?"

She smiles shyly.

"I haven't had much time to think," she whispers. "I don't have a preference, I guess."

I smile back.

"What's one place you want to go that you've never been before?"

She shrugs.

"I've never been much of anywhere. But I thought a lot about your cabin in Aspen that I never got to see. I always wondered how much fun that would've been."

I raise my eyebrows and grin. I thought about that a lot, too. That's perfect.

"We'll get married in Aspen, then. Just have to figure out where. I'd like to do it tomorrow, but we have to wait until Monday to go to the courthouse. You've got your birth certificate and social, right?"

"Of course."

I'd thought about the beach house, too. It's mine. Rebecca didn't want it in the divorce. I just spent the summer there with Wyatt and Ella. Rebecca went out of the country for the entirety of the summer with her husband and I was happy to have the kids to myself for all that time. Wyatt made it very clear that he didn't want to be there with me, staying holed up in his room playing video games most days, but Ella enjoyed it.

It brought up so many memories of Ali, too. I hadn't been back there before then. But her presence lingered there. I dreamt of her a lot and imagined us together there on the beach. But she wants Aspen, so I'll give her Aspen.

"Monday is so fast."

"Do you want to wait?"

She shakes her head and nestles into me.

"No. I just can't believe we're really going to do it."

I can't, either. But it's what I want. I want her all to myself and I want to make it official. The paper, a ring, her with my last name. No more mistakes. This time it's for good. She isn't going anywhere. Neither of us are.