Page 12 of Dear Sexy Swimmer
As he fills me and draws me close it begins to make sense. For weeks we thought we had to be so careful. Or at least, I did. We stole moments between classes and hid away out here to be together. Now that we no longer have to fear the costs of us being together, we both seem flooded with the reality of this thing
It’s official and real and feels so Goddamn good I would have taken whatever punishment we might have been given.
Moaning as he shoves as deep as he can, I let him claim my mouth and all the rest of me. Not sure how he manages it but he carries me up to the house still seated deep inside me.
Stumbling through the door, he makes it to the rug in front of the fireplace before he stops. Kneeling, he makes quick work of getting us both naked before he spreads me out.
“Goddamn are you really mine?” Pike traces all my dips and curves with his strong hands, leaving me shuddering.
“I'm all yours.” Sobering as he kneels between my legs, he kisses me softly.
“I love you so much, my Sexy Gem. Don’t want you somewhere that doesn’t fill your heart up. Stay here with me. Make your jewelry. Make me come. Make me babies. Make me a husband and a daddy.” A sound bursts past my lips as he lifts my left hand to kiss my ring finger.
“Pike?”This man.He never says what I expect and my eyes burn with tears as he smirks down at me.
“Maia. Marry me. Be my wife. Swimming is not my dream, baby. You are. But I will finish school and win gold so I can take care of you for the rest of our lives. I love you more than anything.” I nod through my tears as I reach for him.
I fell a little more in love with my Sexy Swimmer with every letter we sent. With every word, really.
Pike helped to restore my faith in myself and I know without a doubt that I love him. And I know, looking up into his eyes, that he truly loves me too. We found love between the pages of letters that we poured our souls into.
Signing up for a matchmaking service was just to ease my loneliness. To give Pike a chance to share himself with someone who didn’t care if he never got gold. Our letters were the start of something so special words on paper could never contain it.
Grace knew what she was doing pairing us together, and I think she deserves much more than a wedding invite.
“I want to be your wife. I love you more.” Pike roars and takes my mouth as his body takes mine.
We spend the rest of the week barely leaving the house. Pike makes a trip to town to get the rest of my things from the school and my apartment. Dean Saunders accepts my resignation and wishes us well with our engagement. Pike wasted no time in telling anyone who would listen.
After a little soul-searching I decide to start making jewelry full time. My final paycheck becomes an investment. Into something that feeds my soul.
For the first time ever, I love what I'm doing. I’m excited about it. I love where I am in my life and who I'm sharing it with.
And I owe all of it to a matchmaker who had me sending old school love letters. Ones that I will always treasure.
Even now, I wake up to a note Pike has left every single morning.
Dear Sexy Gem,
I love you, baby. Sorry I woke you the way I did. My day doesn’t feel like it starts until I make you come. Be home after practice. Want to see your work when you call me today. Miss me until I get home.
Until I make you come again
Sexy Swimmer
XOXO
Pike never writes words he doesn’t mean.
