Overlooked(2)(121)

Her tits flatten against the glass, her hard nipples pearling in the center. I spread her legs and line my hips up behind her, pressing my tip against her entrance.

She lets out a light moan, and I push deep into her. I start to move, slowly at first, I want to make this last. My cock starts throbbing, and I stop moving.

“Enjoy this view, Goldie. This is me. This is who I am,” I say, my voice a growl.

Emily’s eyes widen as she looks out at the view below and moans.

Reaching around, I find her clit with my fingertips. One touch, her head turns to me, and her eyes roll back in her head. Her legs turn to jelly, and I hold her up by pounding my cock into her.

Her walls are spasming like crazy around me, making my dick tingle and throb like never before.

“Fuck,” I grunt as an intense orgasm smacks through me, and I fill her with my cum.

We lean against the window while we catch our breaths, silently watching the view below.

I grab the two fluffy, white bathrobes and drape one over her shoulders. After putting the other one, I take her hand and lead her to our living room. Emily sits on the sofa, and I flick the switch to turn on our gas fireplace.

Flopping down on the sofa beside her, I put my arm around her and pull her into me. She rests her head on my shoulder. We sit like that for ages.

“What’re you thinking?” I ask.

“No regrets,” she says, “Not a single fucking one.”

I kiss the top of her head, and wonder how the fuck I got here. Back in my home town, my home country, sitting in a swanky hotel suite, and most of all, with Emily in my arms and my baby in her belly.





Epilogue — Emily

Two years later…

We’re on our way to Colmar. The only time we make the hour’s drive is either to visit my parents or visit Courtney and Maddie. Otherwise the town is my past.

My parents chose to stay in Colmar, even though their daughter was and is the biggest scandal that ever happened in the town. I’m a local celebrity.

It always feels good to drive through town in our shiny Cadillac Escalade. When we go down the main drag, I always open the windows so everyone can see me with my carny.

After we got back from Niagara Falls, my dad’s friend immediately started working on whatever visas Steel needed to stay. It was so complicated, I couldn’t even keep track.

Steel opened a GM dealership in Effingham, which is the next big place past Woburn. He chose it because of the name, said it was clearly the place for him. Whatever. It’s a nice, green place for a small city and a good place to raise a family.

The baby was born before we could legally marry. Not that it matters. Though I heard from Courtney that I was the talk of the town again. Honestly, I wish these people would wake up and realize what century they live in.

I was kind of hoping we’d have a boy, and that I could name him Kayden. But Steel said no way in hell would he name anyone after himself.

It didn’t matter anyway, since the baby was a girl. A beautiful, bright blue-eyed girl with blonde hair and a smile that could melt the heart of even the hardest carny. We called her Trixie. Though I think in Steel’s mind her name is Tricksy. Or even Trickster.

Once a carny, always a carny. But I guess that goes for me too.

“Hey, how are you? Still praying for my family?” I wave out the window at Barbara, the town’s biggest gossip.

She glances over, and her eyes bulge when she realizes it’s me. I burst out laughing, and she turns away and disappears into the nearest store. No doubt she’s gone in to talk all about that nasty Emily girl harassing her.

“You’re bad,” Steel says, chuckling.

Trixie bursts out crying in her car seat. She’s seventeen months old now, and very protective of me.

I turn around, squeezing as much as my body between the seats as I can and stroke her leg.

“It’s okay, sweetie, Daddy was just joking.”

Steel flips the radio onto the CD player. The Wiggles always, always calms her. It’s our foolproof method, and soon enough, her crying’s stopped and her head is bobbing to the beat.

“I can’t fucking believe I have to listen to The Wiggles,” Steel mutters under his breath.

“You love it,” I say, straightening my body in my seat.

“I hate it. But I love her, so here we are, singing about fruit salads.”

“Fruit salads are yummy.”

Steel shakes his head as I start singing along with the song. As I sing, I twirl the wedding band on my finger. I’ve worn it for almost a year now, ever since we exchanged rings at our town hall official paper signing, but I still play with it whenever I’m extra happy.

Steel’s dealership is already one of the best in the area. He hired a bunch of people my dad wouldn’t given a second thought to, but Steel can read them, he knew which would be cheats or lazy.