Tears blurred my vision, and I nodded. “Yes, I love you.”
He nodded. “Good, because I fucking love you too.”
His response took me completely off-guard. I didn’t even know if I heard him right. How could he love me?
“My second question, Miss Evans. Will you marry me?”
“You’re being serious right now?”
“I am. You were never supposed to mean anything to me, Mona. Just a waitress. One night. Nothing more. Yet, you have become so much more than that. You think I’ve been living with you because of your situation? Mona, if I didn’t love you and want to take you as mine, I’d never have followed you. I’d never care. You own my heart, and for me, there’s no backing down. I want to marry you. Make you my wife. To love you, and to show you that to me, you mean the world.”
I never expected anything like this, and as he stepped toward me, my heart thumping, I knew I couldn’t say no.
This man, he owned my heart.
He’d come into my world, and he’d made me do things I never thought I’d do. I broke the rules and took a chance.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I sobbed against him. “Yes. Yes. I love you, Elijah. I’d have walked away just for you to be happy, but I don’t want to let you go. Not ever.”
“Good, because the moment you became mine, I had no intention of ever letting you go.”
His lips took mine, and I moaned into his kiss. His hands went to my ass, gripping me tightly.
“Right, let’s get out of here.”
Climbing in the car, I stared at the school. For a long time, I’d hated this place. It had been somewhere I had no choice but to go in order to get my education.
Now though, it was a place that had brought me Elijah, and I couldn’t hate it all that much anymore. I smiled as Elijah pulled away from the curb.
No matter what the future threw at us, I knew without a doubt I could handle it, because I had the man I loved by my side, and I wasn’t ever letting him go.
Epilogue
Elijah
Five years later
I never expected to fuck a student, let alone fall in love with one. I should have known Mona was different. She was fire and drew me like a moth to a flame. I loved her with every single part of my being and then some. Waking up that day of her graduation to find her already gone had hurt, but I wasn’t going to let her go that easily.
Walking up behind my wife, I put my hands on her swollen stomach. It was her twenty-third birthday. I’d been a good guy. For the past five years, I’d enjoyed her, and we’d built a life in a small town. We were often asked how we met, and we both said in a diner back at home.
Kissing her neck, I heard her gasp, and smiled as I thought about how wet she was going to be for me.
“Did you miss me, babe?” I asked.
“All day.” Her hands covered mine where they rested on her stomach. I felt our baby start to kick, and even now, I was amazed at what we’d created together.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Running one hand past her stomach to cup her pussy, I felt her whimper, and I knew she’d been thinking about me too.
With the other, I stroked up past her sensitive breasts to cup her face, tilting her head back so that I could stare into her eyes.
She was so damn beautiful.
No matter how long we were together, whenever I looked at her, I knew not a moment would go by when I didn’t think about her.
She had owned my heart for five years and would continue to do so.
“Do all of your students love you yet, teach?”
I laughed. “Not yet.” Stroking my fingers across her cheek, I couldn’t believe she was all mine.
“You have that look in your eye again,” she said.
“What look?”
“The one that tells me you’re thinking about eating me.”
“Now that is a pretty good idea. I’ve been thinking about your pussy all day long and how best I can make you scream for me.”
She moaned, and I knew I owned her.
Just as she owned me.
“You like the sound of that?” I asked.
“You know I do.”
“Good, because tonight, I want you spread out beneath me, and I’m going to show you just how much I love having you as my wife.”
I started leading her into our house and smiled when I caught sight of our reflection. She really was mine, and I was a selfish bastard. I knew how lucky I was, and I wasn’t going to give her up, not for anyone.
Mona was mine.
The End