“I think that calls for a celebration.” I whisper the words against his mouth as my body lowers and I sink down on him.
SWITCH
“You nervous, babe?” I ask Jenna as she stands in her kitchen, fidgeting.
“What? No. I, uh, I have something to tell you. I mean, show you,” she rambles.
“Well?”
“Okay, come with me.” She takes my hand and begins leading me through her house toward the back.
Life has been good the last three months. Things have been going steady with Jenna and me. Things at the club are good. Life is just good, in general. And, it’s been a long fucking time since I’ve been able to say life is good for me.
This afternoon, we’re leaving on a charity run and Jenna’s coming along for the ride. It’s only a short one – we’re riding from Friday to Monday, so I thought she might have been acting a little strange because of nerves. She’s spent a bit of time on my bike over the last few months, but because she works five days a week, it hasn’t been nearly enough for my liking. If it were up to me, her ass would be planted on my bike twenty-four/seven.
She pauses short of opening the back door.
“Don’t be mad, okay. I just . . . I wanted to do something.”
“What did you do?” I rumble.
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she opens the door and leads me across the lawn, stopping beneath a shady tree in the corner of her yard. I look down and my heart fucking bursts. It explodes right out of my chest. My hand drops hers as I reach up to rub the ache in my chest away.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
“I’m sorry. Oh, shit. I’m so sorry. I just wanted to do something nice for you. I’m sorry,” her rushed words trail off as her voice gets a quiver in it.
“Don’t fuckin’ apologize. Ever,” I tell her fiercely. “This,” I pause and clear my throat, my emotions threatening to takeover. “This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.”
I pull her into my arms and together, we both stand in silence, our eyes on the beautiful memorial that my woman made for my unborn child.
A small circle of white rocks encases a larger white rock in the center. On that, is a brass plaque with the words, Angel Cruz. Always loved. There are some angel ornaments and little clay cherubs placed around, decorating the area. Bright plastic butterflies add color, along with a small bunch of flowers.
“There’s something else.” She pulls out of my arms and walks over behind the tree. Unhooking two balloons from the branches, she hands me one.
“I thought we could let these balloons go, and with them, you could let go of your guilt.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she nervously awaits my reaction.
“I think that’s a great idea, baby.” I need to let the guilt go. It’s been gnawing at me ever since I found out what Amber did. I’ve constantly felt like I let my child down. Jenna’s been good at reminding me that Amber is at fault, not me. But, I need to let it go, once and for all.
“My wedding ring?” My eyebrow cocks as I spy the flimsy gold band tied to the end of the ribbon that’s attached to the balloon.
Jenna shrugs and smiles. “I thought it would be good to let it all go,” she says by way of explanation.
“You’re prefect,” I tell her. Pulling her into my arms, I kiss her softly.
I pull back and look up into the bright, clear Alabama day. The sun is shining down, warming my face as a cool breeze blows through.
I let go.
I let go of everything.
The guilt, the pain, the disappointment, the struggle, the sadness . . .
I let go of it all.
Finally, fucking finally, the weight of the world releases itself from my shoulders and I feel . . . relief.
***
“That’s it, baby. Bounce up and down on my cock. Make those perfect tits move for me,” I growl.
“Oh, god,” Jenn breathes, her pussy tightening around my shaft as she glides her body up and down.
My hands grip her hips, pushing and pulling, assisting as she rides me. I thrust upward, jarring into her, causing her to moan, falling forward. I grab her nipple between my teeth and suck it into my mouth as my thumb goes to her clit and begins to rub in sharp circles.
“Feel so fuckin’ good. So fuckin’ wet for me baby,” I grit out around the mouthful of flesh.
“Yes! Switch,” she cries. Her pussy throbs, milking my cock as she comes, pulling me over the edge with her. She collapses down onto my body, spent from our lovemaking and I hold her to me, tight, determined to never let her go. Ever.
JENN
The bike vibrates between my numbed legs as we ride back into the Salt Rock town limits.