Chapter 36

36

Beck

She's mine.

I called her. You can't have her. You snooze, you lose. I licked her. She's mine now.

Okay, okay.

It's more like I'm basically going to spend the rest of my life as putty in her hands, because holy fuck , she's everything.

"Oh my god, I think I'm drooling on your shoulder," she murmurs as we sit—lay? Slump?—in my bed.

"Mm, drool." My arms are jelly. So are my legs

My cock's awful damn proud of itself, and still buried deep inside her, and why did I think I wanted to live in a car with her when we can just stay in bed like this forever?

She's laughing a breathy laugh, and it makes her walls squeeze my dick again.

He grins proudly and sits up straighter.

I'll high-five him later.

"You want a grilled cheese?" I ask. "I can go for giving you four orgasms, but I need a grilled cheese first."

"Four might kill me."

"You're getting three whether you like it or not, because I don't tie. I come in first."

"You're already in first."

"Nuh-uh. Don't stroke my ego. I'm earning this one."

"Beck."

"Sarah."

She lifts her head, and god , her hair. It's crazy, sticking out every which way, still full of hairspray and probably some kind of animal sacrifice, and I fucking love her like this. Real and sleepy and fucking gorgeous.

"You… know me," she says quietly. "I've never slept with anyone who… knew me."

I stroke her wild hair. "Their loss."

She sighs and snuggles in closer again. "Thank you for showing me what I'm capable of."

"We haven't hit three yet," I remind her.

"I meant with facing the world and not hiding from it."

"You would've figured that out in your own time if I hadn't been a dumbass."

She shakes her head, but doesn't reply.

And then my stomach rumbles, and we both crack up.

"Okay, fine. Food," she says.

I get her a robe and dispose of the condom, and we spend the next hour eating gourmet grilled cheese sandwiches with brie and bacon and pears, and she tells me about her favorite projects that she's worked on, and I tell her about the biggest mishaps we've ever had on various shoots.

We check in on Persephone, and Sarah squeals with glee at the sight of the baby nursing. "Look! Look at that spot on the baby. Doesn't it look like George Washington's head?"

I squint closer, and she's not wrong.

"It's a sign," I tell her. "This baby will save the giraffe population of the world."

She laughs and kisses me, and we both have orgasms over my culinary creations, which, no, doesn't count as her third.

I take care of that in the shower afterwards.

And then I carry her to bed and rub her back until she falls asleep, and I drift off too, with my arms wrapped around her, because this .

Sarah's what my life has been missing.

The piece I never thought I'd find.

That I never even thought existed.

Life is pretty fucking awesome. And it just keeps getting better.