Leaning over her body, I reach down and start rubbing her clit. “You love making me cum too soon, and you knew I was close. Now you’ll be giving me three more orgasms before we go so that all through dinner your pussy aches with what you made me do.”
Lily moans and pushes back into me, loving my dirty words. We both may have started out as virgins, but we have learned a lot from one another since then.
Our story started out a little shaky, but there’s so much ahead of us. We’re lucky that we met when we were young so that we get to spend more time together as one. She’s my life and my future, and I can’t wait to see what’s in store for us. I’ll always be at her side, making sure she’s the happiest she’s ever been, protecting her from danger. Because that’s what I’ve been put on this earth to do, shield my Lily.
Epilogue
Ren
Three months later…
“Lily, I’m home!” I call through the small apartment.
We’ve been on campus for a few months and we’ve gotten into a routine. At first I wasn’t able to handle being away from her so much during the day, but we found a way to make it work. I meet up with her several times a day, and we always have all of our meals together. Breakfast, lunch and dinner, she’s by my side.
So I’m surprised that, when I come home to walk to lunch together, she’s not here. I walk around the apartment twice and start to panic until I see a note on the counter.
Ren,
Had to run and pick up a notebook at the bookstore. Meet me in the cafeteria.
Love, your Lily.
I smile to myself before tucking the note in my pocket and hurrying across campus. I had training this morning, and I don’t always have my phone on me, so she must have left me a note knowing I’d come straight home to get her. I was running late, but I can’t have missed her by too much, so I hustle, thinking I can probably scoop her up in the bookstore. Literally.
By the time I get there, I’m a little sweaty, but I don’t care. And I know my Lily doesn’t. Looking around the store, I check down the aisles and when I spot her, my fists clench.
She’s so fucking gorgeous, and I can already see some curves forming on her body since we’ve been together. When I first met her she was so skinny and slight, but I’ve been keeping her fed and it’s starting to show. She’s wearing flip-flops with cut-off jean shorts and a tank top. So much of her skin is exposed she might as well be naked. And the guy standing next to her getting an eyeful is probably picturing the same thing.
“Step away from my wife, asshole!” I shout, and the guy snaps his head up to me.
Lily looks up from the notebook she’s got in her hands, and I can practically hear her eye-roll.
I stomp down to where she is and pull her into my arms, then move her behind me. The guy slowly backs away, and I stand there growling. “Yeah, keep it moving.”
When he’s gone, I turn around to see Lily with her hands on her hips. My eyes go to her hard nipples, which I can see through the fabric of her tank, and I’m about to blow my gasket.
“Are you not wearing a bra?” I whisper through clenched teeth.
She looks down as if just now realizing she forgot to put one on, and I see pink hit her cheeks. “You’re such a caveman,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest.
I scoop her up, throw her over my shoulder, and march her little ass out of here.
“This is so embarrassing, Ren,” she says, hitting my ass.
“Don’t care. You’re my wife. Nobody gets to see what’s mine.”
“Ren, half the girls here are dressed skimpier than I am. It’s college.”
“I don’t see any woman but you, so don’t tell me what other people are wearing. I don’t give a fuck.”
I carry her all the way back to our apartment while she fights me the whole way. But when we get back and I tear off her shorts, I eat her pussy until she agrees with me.
I’m good like that.
Epilogue
Lily
Another three years later…
“I’m going to get a drink. You want one?” I ask Ren, standing up on my tippy toes to do so. He turns a little to look down at me, his hand squeezing mine.
“You’re thirsty? I’ll get you another. I didn’t see you were out.” He looks down at the empty champagne glass in my hand, and I can tell he’s irritated he didn’t notice sooner.
I hate to see him get upset. It’s just a drink. Everyone is trying to talk to him, and I’d wanted to step back and let him have a moment on his own. But he hasn’t let go of my hand since we got here. Hasn’t since he left the stadium and scooped me up outside the players’ exit. The hotel was only a mile away and it took me half a mile to talk him into putting me down. Janet and Rick laughed the whole way.
“Stay. I got it,” I say, and his eyes narrow like I’m crazy for saying that. “The bar is right there.” I glance over at the hotel bar behind us.
I’ve been twenty-one barely a few days. I’d actually had my first drink on the plane out here to the National Championship with Janet. Both his parents and I flew out together to catch the game. The two of them had already gone up to their hotel room to escape the chaos and partying that’s going on here. Everyone is celebrating. I’m on my third glass of champagne and want another.
“Ren, honey, I got it,” I push, sliding my hand from his. He finally lets go, but not before placing a kiss on my lips. It’s soft but possessive, telling me not to leave his line of sight.
I turn and make my way to the bar to wait in the line, and I can feel his eyes on me. I look over my shoulder at him as a man in a suit snags his attention. They keep popping out of everywhere. The line takes longer than I expect, and when I finally get my
glass of champagne I see two blondes have tried to slide into my place.
I have to bite back a laugh at the miserable look on Ren’s face as I see them jabber next to him. His jaw clenches, and I know I need to get over there. One reaches up like she is about to put her hand on his chest, and his face drops into a deadly scowl. I giggle as the girl’s hand stops in midair. Ren doesn’t like to be touched unless it’s by his family or he’s clobbering someone on the field.
I down my drink in three big gulps, setting it back down onto the bar, then go over to him. I know we’ll be leaving very soon. I can tell his patience has worn thin.
“Move!” he barks, making one of the girls jump out of the way. He thrusts his hand out for me. I take it and he pulls me into his body, wrapping his arm around me in a tight hold. The possessive action says it all.
“God, you smell good,” he says as he kisses the top of my head. “Their perfume is giving me a headache.”
“Hey!” one of the girls says indignantly.
Ren goes on ignoring them. I know their type, and I ignore them, too. It’s the best way to handle them. In college all the girls know Ren wants nothing to do with them in any way. Not flirting, not as friends, nothing. It took a few games in the beginning to get it, but in the end Ren’s growls won out. Or maybe it was him always running off field and picking me up. Him holding me like a doll and making out with me. But this is a new city, a whole new state, and they’ve just won the Championship.
But I don’t care. Ren actually gets worked up when girls hit on him. He gets madder than me about it and ends up going all caveman with me, trying to show that he has a wife. Like he’s utterly offended the whole world doesn’t know he’s married. I have a feeling that’s about to happen.