Chapter 27 - Kyle

Six months after the big shakedown, I’m pacing the kitchen anxiously, waiting for Leslie to get home. I’ve had something on my mind lately that I need to share with her, and I have no idea how she’s going to react.

When I hear her car in the drive, I almost leap out of my skin. I hurry to the front door to greet her. Seeing her lovely smile makes me feel better straight away.

Come on, man, everything’s okay. Just ask her!

“How was your day?” I ask.

“Great! People need ice cream. Seriously, it’s a vital industry. I’ll never be short of a job so long as I can sling scoops of hokey pokey.”

“Yeah,” I mutter.

Leslie frowns. “You okay?”

“Yeah! I, ah… I mean…”

“Kyle.” Leslie cocks her head to the side. “Are you alright? Do I need to call an ambulance or something?”

A real chuckle breaks through as I shake my head. “I’m just a bit stressed out. Sorry.”

“Oh. How was your day? Not too bad, I hope?”

“No, it was fine. Not too many deliveries.”

Bae and Jack ended up giving me a permanent job as a delivery driver for the local area. It suits my skills and doesn’t bore me like any indoor job would do. I’m fine with a base wage. All I really need is my mate.

“So.” Leslie grins, running her hands down my arms. “What do you want to do?”

“How about we go for a run?” I ask, trying to sound casual.

“Yeah,” she answers. “That sounds good.”

I kiss her softly, then take her hand and lead her through the house. We shift in the backyard and run into the woods. I stay just ahead of Leslie, leading her through the forest. If it looks like she’s going the wrong way, I scurry around and playfully push her back in the right direction.

Finally, we come to the edge of the clearing. The late afternoon sun angling through the peaks gives the trees a golden glow and graces the grass of the meadow with warm light. Laid out in the center of the clearing is a big, thick blanket and a huge picnic basket.

Leslie shifts and walks into the clearing. I shift, too, following a few steps behind. My nerves have returned in force, and my throat is so tight, I don’t know if I’ll be able to speak.

“Kyle! Did you organize this?”

“No,” I say in a very serious tone. “I just picked this location randomly, and I guess some kind of wood elf left this here.”

She laughs, turning around to hug me and tickle my ribs. “It’s beautiful, thank you,” she says, kissing me.

We head over to the blanket, and I open the basket, getting out the champagne and two glasses. Leslie takes one, and I fill it for her.

“Hmm,” she says. “This is really nice stuff. You’ve really gone all-out.”

“Uh-huh,” I answer, struggling for words again. I fill my own glass and take a big sip, hoping it will calm me down.

“Wait,” Leslie says, looking around. “This looks familiar. Is this the first place we…”

I nod, watching her. It’s the clearing we came to the first time we made love as husband and wife.

I was so confused then. I couldn’t be sure of anything. Now the only thing I’m sure of is that I want to make her happy for the rest of my life.

Leslie is still looking around, her face pale. I have no idea if I’ve done the right thing or not, but now that I’ve dropped myself into this situation, I might as well follow through.

I put my glass down and reach into the picnic basket for the small velvet box. I shuffle over to Leslie and kneel in front of her. She watches me with wide eyes.

“Leslie, will you marry me?”

For a moment, she just stares at me. The entire forest seems to go quiet, waiting. Then Leslie bursts out laughing.

“Kyle! We’re already married.”

“I know,” I answer. “But I want to give you a real wedding. Big church, reception, decked-out bridesmaids, a huge cake… maybe you could wear that gray dress?”

She takes my hand and leans forward, looking into my eyes. “Maybe… we could go to that hotel in Montrose for our honeymoon?”

It takes a second for the words to sink in. “Is that a yes?”

Leslie laughs, dropping her champagne as she grabs my shoulders and kisses me.

“Yes, that’s a yes, you utter and complete fool.”

“Guilty,” I murmur, completely enraptured by her kiss. She teases my lips with hers, probing with her tongue. I run my hands across her shoulders, letting my lust build.

Leslie growls suddenly, shoving my shoulders and pushing me back. I overbalance, toppling over, and Leslie pounces on me, gripping my waist with her knees and pressing down on my chest with her hands.

“Gotcha!” she cries.

“Oh no,” I mutter helplessly. “Someone save me!”

“In the woods, no one can hear you scream.”

“Oh, that’s good news,” I say, smiling. “For you.”

She throws her head back and laughs, rocking back and forth a little before bringing her face close to mine again.

“I think I could make you scream,” she whispers, gently patterning her fingertips against my ribs.

“That’s not fair,” I chide her. “Tickling is against the rules.”

“Give me a red card, then,” she mutters, leaning in.

She kisses me, and I relax against the blanket, running my hands along her waist. Leslie presses down against my shoulders as she kisses me harder, teasing my lips and searching for my tongue with hers.

I grip her hips, moaning softly through our kiss as she starts to squirm on top of me. As she lowers herself down further, I can feel her pussy rubbing against my cock, close but not close enough.

She kisses me harder, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she squirms back and forth. I growl in frustration, grabbing her hips and trying to thrust, but she keeps me pinned, grinding against me so I can feel her hot, wet pussy, but I can’t reach it.

“No fair,” I mutter through the kiss. “Not fucking fair at all.”

“What?” she asks innocently. She pulls back a little and blinks her eyes at me, her face completely bewildered. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Leslie,” I growl, grabbing her arms and thrusting my hips towards her. She cocks her head to the side and digs her knees into my thighs, slipping just out of reach.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she says softly. “Would you like me to stop?”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I gasp, tugging on her arms.

She laughs, leaning forward to kiss me. Her knees loosen a little as she writhes on top of me, and I feel her slick pussy grinding against my hard cock.

My whole body is trembling, begging for her, but she keeps kissing me and teasing me, moaning into my mouth. I recognize the sounds of her arousal and keep myself still, letting her writhe around.

“Oh, damn you,” she mutters. “Why do you have to be so fucking hot?”

“I don’t know,” I say, shrugging. “I could try to stop.”

She chuckles, reaching down with one hand. When her fingers grip my cock, a shock runs through me, and I let out a long, drawn-out moan.

“Oh, you like that?” Leslie asks, using her innocent tone again. “And this?”

She grips my cock and slowly strokes her hand up and down. I’m practically trembling under her now, a complete mess of lust.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Leslie,” I mutter. “Put it in, please.”

“Ha!” she crows in triumph. “Now I can, because you asked me so nicely.”

Her hand tightens on me, then I feel the slick lips of her pussy against the head of my cock. My body shudders as she lowers herself, and I feel my hard cock sliding into her. When Leslie sinks down completely, she leans back, grinding against me.

I throw my head back, crying out. Leslie braces her hands on my chest, sliding her hips back and forth. Slowly, at first, then faster and faster.

I look up and see her beautiful face above mine. Her eyes are wide, and her lips are luscious, red, and plump. She slows down a little, kissing me softly and stroking my face.

“I love you,” she says. Her whole body grips me as she whispers the words. Her legs, her hands, and the deepest muscles of her hot pussy.

“I love you, too,” I answer, looking into her eyes and brushing her hair off her cheek. I flex my body against her, and Leslie gasps as she feels my cock move inside her.

She closes her eyes and sits up, beginning to thrust back and forth in a steady motion. I’m stunned by her beauty—her beautiful, big tits bouncing up and down, thick thighs gripping me, wide hips to dig my hands into. Just looking at her, my cock gets even harder, and Leslie cries out, rocking back and forth on my hard cock.

I reach up and take her hands, pulling her down to me.

“I told you, you’d scream first.”

“That wasn’t… a scream.”

“A likely story.”

She kisses me, and I wrap my arms around her waist. I wait until she’s squirming against me, moaning desperately as her pussy clenches on my cock. As her orgasm peaks, I grab her shoulders and flip her over, pinning her to the ground as I thrust myself into her as hard as I can.

Leslie lets out a long wail. Her hands cling lightly to my waist, and her knees are loose against my thighs. I kiss her gently.

“I win.”

“You win,” she answers, smiling softly.

I wrap my arms around her and pleasure her with long, deep strokes, working her up to another orgasm. When her pussy spasms and clenches against me, gushing wet, I collapse against her, breathing hard.

Leslie wraps herself around me, murmuring happily as she snuggles against me. I start to thrust hard and fast, letting my body take over as I ram into her. She starts to cry out over and over again, writhing under me to encourage me to go even faster, harder, and deeper.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as I feel my orgasm peak, a brief moment of intense sensation that completely overwhelms me, freezing me in place. Then Leslie shrieks and thrusts against me, coming again, and my cock shudders and blows so powerfully, I collapse against her, my whole body shaking as I try to remember how to breathe again.

I roll to the side and wrap my arms around her, holding her against my chest. She looks up at me with her beautiful gray eyes and smiles.

Every time I see that smile, I feel my heart light up.

I wandered my entire life. I was lost. I had no home—none that I could accept. All I knew of life was brutality, punishment, and pain.

But now I know love. Now I have a home.

Now, finally, I am safe.

*****

THE END

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