When he moves, I am pushed against the headboard forcefully. It slams back and forth against the wall, and the sound is like an orchestra of our love. I don’t know how or why it happened so quickly, but I love him.
“Oh, God,” I moan, so close to coming. He’s showing no sign of stopping or even slowing down, and I love it.
“God’s not here right now, Fee. It’s just us.”
“I don’t believe that for a second, Eamon.” This feels too real, too spiritual.
There are no more words as I climb higher and higher toward Heaven.
Then it happens, and I see stars.
“Eamon!” I scream as I shatter into a million little pieces. He thrusts into me harder and harder until he finally fills me.
Chapter Five
Eamon
I have never laughed so much or learned so much about a person. I never took the time before. She even told me about her aunt and her medical problems. Before leaving Kanas City, I transferred a hefty sum into her aunt's account to cover any additional expenses. Her family is my family, and I take care of what’s mine.
She fell asleep about an hour ago, her head resting on the window. We should be home late tonight. I am listening to a podcast by my favorite childhood actor who was on a very popular sci-fi show. I hear Fee gasp, and when I look over at her, she is putting thick-framed glasses back on. She also wears contacts, but she prefers her glasses.
“Where are we?” she asks.
“Nashville. About three hours from home,” I tell her.
“Where the country singers live?” she asks, excitedly.
“Yes,” I say, chuckling.
“I love Blake Shelton,” she says before going on and on about the man, his dog, the television show he judges, his ex-wife. This goes on for about twenty solid minutes before I get a chance to interject.
“Should I be jealous?” I ask, only slightly, if not irrationally jealous.
“No, of course not. He’d never give me the time of day; besides, I think he just got married. As did I,” she says hastily, a clear afterthought, and it's my turn to chuckle.
“Would you like to stop there?”
“No. I’m ready to see your home.”
“Our home,” I correct her.
“Our home, forgive me,” she says, giggling.
“I mean it, Fee. It is our home.” The moment I married her, without a pre-nuptial agreement, everything I have becomes hers too. For the first time, I briefly question what would happen should she leave me, but it’s a moot point. I’ll never let her leave me.
Two hours later, I pull the car into my parking space in front of my building. My apartment is on the top floor of my office building, but I also have houses in Aspen, Tampa, and Martha’s Vineyard.
We take the elevator up to the 30th floor, which opens up into my living room. The first thing you can see is the picturesque wall of windows is the city's lights. I set the suitcases down near the elevator and move behind her as she stares out the window.
“Wow. This is where you live?” she asks, looking around.
“We live,” I remind her.
“I’ll get used to it,” she says.
“I know, Fee,” I say, dropping kisses on her neck.
“Eamon, please,” she moans, facing me, and our lips meet. Fuck, has anything ever felt so good?
“God, you are so beautiful,” I groan, breaking the kiss briefly.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop,” she begs.
“I’ll never stop,” I assure her.
“I… I…”
“Shhh, Fee. I know. I love you too,” I tell her without hesitation.
“How did you know that I was going to say that?”
“I just did. From the moment you walked out on that stage, I knew that you’d be mine. I knew then that I loved you, and I’ve never loved another.”
“Never?”
“No, not ever. You are my first in every way. First and only.”
“Every way? I don’t believe it. These last few nights have been amazing.”
“That was primal. We are hard-wired to know what to do.”
“Why did you wait?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” I reply.
“I wanted to be pure for my husband. Now tell me why you waited.”
“I decided a long time ago. Fifth or sixth grade when they split the boys and girls up. Sex ed. Did you have that in Ireland?” She nods, and I continue, “I have always believed that sex is the ultimate intimacy. It is the one thing that allows you to completely give yourself to another person, and I wanted my wife to be the only person I knew so intimately. My life was easy after that. I avoided bars like the plague, didn’t date in high school or college. Then I threw myself into work. Until I decided I wanted to get married. A few years ago, a friend used the auction and met a lovely woman. I wanted the same thing, but no one captured me the way you did. No one ever has, and no one ever will again.”