Page 111 of Secrets in Love
“Had to have one last taste.” He impaled me then, driving me forward till my head hit the headboard. “Lord, nothing feels like you do, Evie. Nothing makes me feel more alive, more like a man, than fucking this tight, little, perfect, pretty cunt.”
“Nate!” I screamed again, and another climax tore through me.
“Can’t stop,” Nate growled.
“Don’t stop. Fill me up, baby.”
“Jesus, Evie.” He pumped hard, four times. Each time wilder, each more animal. On the last push, he gripped my hips and pulled me tightly against him, holding me still as he did just as I asked, rocking into me, filling me with everything he had till he collapsed on top of me. “Dildo for the win!”
Nate was gone when I woke the next morning. I hated waking up without him.
After our reunion in Byron, I’d stayed for two weeks, then returned home to organize things with Jody and Christian, set myself up with a therapist I could do video appointments with while on the road, then flew on to meet Nate in Vancouver. It was our third reunion, and we promised each other—as we classily fucked in the airport bathroom—that we would not spend more than a few days apart ever again.
The timing of our impromptu backpacking vacation had been perfect. Finn and Scar were desperate to stay in Australia longer, and we were busting to leave it. They remained on the farm, using it as the base for their travels and helping Barry and Janet whenever they needed and supplying them with quality time with their beautiful granddaughter.
“Nate. Babe, are you here?” When no answer came, I rolled from bed and walked naked to the bathroom. We were staying at the most beautiful property called the Doctor’s House. It was like something from a movie. The rest of our stays had mostly been youth hostels and cheap Airbnb’s, but Nate had insisted for our last few nights, we would be in luxury. We had our own guest house, that was designed for families, all to ourselves. It overlooked the beautiful Trinity Bay that Dildo was positioned on—snort—had two beautiful bedrooms upstairs, the main with a sweeping balcony, huge bath, and the comfiest bed ever. Two more bedrooms were tucked away downstairs and yet another balcony with a massive hot tub we had sex in the minute the sun went down.
I stuck my head in the bathroom, hoping to find him naked and slippery in the shower. But no. After a quick pit sniff, I decided it was probably best to take one myself.
Taylor serenaded me as I scrubbed myself raw, and I sang along, thinking about my own king of my heart and how far we’d come.
“Nate, are you back yet? I hope you brought some food,” I bellowed as I left the bathroom wearing the ridiculously soft robe gifted to us by the hotel when Nate fibbed and told them we were on our honeymoon.
I knew something was up the minute I stepped back into our room. Rose petals had appeared where there were no rose petals before. I turned to my left, to the bed, and there laid a clear garment bag. Inside it was the most beautiful, vintage, lace gown I’d ever seen. Beside it was a pair of heels, a floral headband, and a note.
Wear me.Please.
“Evie, are you decent?”
I know that voice. I know that posh little accent.
“Scarlett?”
A mop of crazy red curls flashed before my eyes, and my heart seized. “Hi, Eves. Surprise!”
“What the hell are you doing here? How are you here? Is Finn here? Am I here? She stepped into the room, falling over a chair after three paces. “You can look up, Scar.” I laughed, helping her to her feet. “I’m wearing a robe.”
“Surprise!” she shouted again.
“Yes, we have established it’s a surprise. To quote Clarke W. Griswold, ‘If I woke up tomorrow with my head sewn to the carpet, I wouldn’t be more surprised than I am now.’We talked to Finn yesterday, and he was at the farm.”
“No, he wasn’t. He was ten minutes away at our hotel. Sorry for fibbing.”
Disbelief stole my words before I could form them. I just stood there, my eyes switching between the dress and Scarlett, while she seemed caught between wanting to hug me and being scared for her life. Laughter eerily similar to my aunt’s wafted into the room from downstairs “Well, are we just going to stand here like idiots and pretend Jocie isn’t outside, or are you going to tell me why you’re here and why there is a wedding-looking dress on my bed.”
“Because it’s your wedding day—please don’t hurt me,” she spat out.
“What? My what?”
Teddy and the still-laughing Jocelyn burst in. “Surprise!” Within seconds, the room was a flurry of tears and hair dryers and boob tape. My heart was racing, possibly not as much as Scarlett’s, who still looked terrified that I would rip her eyes out. Six months prior, I might have, but for some reason, I didn’t choose violence. I chose affection.
“Please hug me and tell me what he’s done.” Three bodies clung to mine, holding me up and infusing me with more love than I thought my heart was capable of feeling.
“Our Nathaniel has organized your wedding day. You should see downstairs, darling. It’s incredible. He’s really gone all out,” whispered a crying Jocelyn into my hair. “I know you like to be in control, darling. But he’s worked so hard and loves you so much. He wanted to surprise you. Please tell me you’re happy.”
My reply came without a second’s delay. “Of course I’m happy. Today I’m going to marry my best friend.”
As I walked down the stairs of our suite, my heart—time itself—stopped.
