Two years later…
It’s Sunday, and I’ve got a rare day off. The sun is shining, summer is close, and I’ve got my wife under my arm as we walk in the park.
We’re not where I thought we would be two years ago, but we’re getting there. We’re still in our little studio near the diner, and Rosy still works there waiting tables and doing the bookkeeping. She seems happy, but there’s more she needs, more that I want to give her.
I know that I don’t need much to fill my heart, because being next to her is enough. But there’s always this part of me that knows I can do more for her, and that’s the part that won’t let me stay content.
“Why don’t you let me take you to get your nails done today?” I look down at the chipped nail polish, and it’s a reminder of how hard she works. She deserves to be pampered.
“Why? It will just come off, and then I’ll have to do it all over again.” She leans up on her toes and kisses my cheek. “Seems like a waste of money.”
I sigh as I pull her close, and we walk around the curved path through the park. It’s one of our favorite things to do when I’ve got time off of work, mostly because it’s free. It’s also a quiet place to talk that’s away from home and work, and my sisters who like to steal Rosy from me every chance they get.
“What do you want to do for dinner tonight?” Rosy asks as we fall into step. “I could make some spaghetti, or spaghetti, or maybe spaghetti?”
“Spaghetti would be good,” I tease, and we laugh just as someone walks by and bumps into my shoulder. “Oh man, I’m sorry I—”
“Darian,” the guy says as he looks at me and then my wife. “Oh hey, Rosy, I heard you two got married.”
“Hey, Colt,” Rosy says, and I can tell by the tone on her voice this isn’t a happy reunion. It takes me a second but then I remember Colt was one of the assholes from high school that I’d already long forgotten.
“So how’s it going with you guys?” He smiles between us, and my arm slides down to Rosy’s waist. “You two live around here?” He glances behind us to the crummy apartment building that’s exactly where we live.
“We’re good. You?” I purposely skip over the second question to try and get away from Colt as quickly as possible.
“I’m great. My girlfriend is walking her dog by the lake.” He points his thumb over his shoulder, and I don’t miss how his eyes move down Rosy’s body when he thinks I’m distracted.
My wife put on cut-off shorts and a cropped T-shirt for our walk, and now I feel like she’s showing too much skin. Skin that belongs to me.
“So where are you working now, Darian? I heard you graduated but not much since.”
“He’s at the biometrics lab at the Wharf. He’s going to be famous one day,” Rosy preens as she places a hand on my chest.
“Oh yeah?” Colt smiles at us indulgently, and I want to pop him in the mouth. “I’ll be sure to keep an eye out. If you’re downtown you should come by my dad's law firm. They’ve added my picture to the outside of it since I’m a partner now.”
“Good for you.” I manage to say it without sounding bitter.
“Yeah, I even got a yacht as a bonus. We’re taking it out later if you want to come along.” This time when his eyes move down Rosy’s body, it’s with intent.
“What the—”
“No thanks,” Rosy cuts me off as she tugs on my arm. “We’ve got plans.”
“You're still working at that grease pit at the end of the block?” Colt makes a sound and doesn’t wait for her to respond. “Never thought I’d see the day when a graduate from Kingswood Prep would end up slinging French fries.”
“Always good to be reminded of why we were so eager to leave.” Rosy’s voice is even, but my body is shaking with rage. I want to pin him to the ground and knock his teeth out.
“I figured it was because you were knocked up.” When I take a step towards him, Colt throws his hands in front of him. “Hey, whoa, whoa, sorry. I thought I was just messing around with old friends. No harm, Darian.”
“We weren’t friends then, and we certainly aren’t friends now. But I see you still can’t keep your eyes off what your daddy can’t buy you.” Colt’s jaw tightens as he takes a slight step back. I take a breath and straighten before I force a calm smile. “Next time you see us in the park, do yourself a favor and pretend you don’t see us.”
I don’t give him time to respond as Rosy and I walk away from Colt and all that he represents—my failure as a husband to provide, the lack of family ties I would need to get further faster, and the ability to give Rosy all that she deserves.
“Hey.” Rosy tugs on my arm, and I realize she’s having to take steps two at a time to keep up. We’re almost back to the apartment, so I slow down, realizing I’ve gotten us to cover a long distance too quickly for her short legs. “I said hey.”
She tugs once more, and I come to a stop before I face her. My heart is heavy with guilt and shame. If she hadn’t tied herself to me, her family could have given her the life Colt has. They could have opened doors and made a path for her that was taken away when she chose me. When I feel her soft fingers on my face, I lean in to her touch.
“I never wanted that life. Even before you.” She can always read my thoughts so perfectly. “And seeing him?” She shakes her head. “It proves what I see every day.”
“That we’re broke?” I offer, and a smile tugs at her lips.
“That I made the right decision. That my brilliant husband will one day change the world and then everyone else will finally see why I gave it all up.”
“I love you.” I pull her against me, and before she can respond, my lips are on hers.
With her in my arms, I practically run to the apartment. Once we’re inside, I kick the door closed and then push her against it. I can’t get over the memory of Colt’s eyes on my wife, and the only way to make it better is to fuck my ownership into her.
I unbutton her little shorts and roughly push them off of her. With one arm on her hip and the other on her bare ass, I watch her fumble for the front of my shorts.
“Get it out,” I say, licking and biting my way down her neck. “I need you.”
Her fingers wrap around my shaft, and I feel her squeeze it once before she’s sliding it through her wet folds. As soon as the head of my cock nudges her opening, I’m thrusting inside and sheathing myself in her warmth. I grunt when I’m fully seated, and I just stay like that, with my teeth in the tender skin of her shoulder. Like an animal, I let my body claim hers before nature takes over and I’m rutting against her.
“Darian,” she groans, her knees widening and her arms clinging to me. “Harder.”
The door bangs against the rusted hinges, but I don’t give a fuck if the neighbors hear. Let them listen to my wife call my name, because that’s the only name she’ll ever call.
“You’re mine, goddamn it.” I push up her little half shirt and pull down the soft cup of her bra. When her nipple is free, I latch on to it, and I feel her pussy clench in response. She’s so close so fast, and I get bigger inside her.
“Right there, right there,” she chants, tilting her hips, and I thrust against that spot over and over.
It’s hot and fast, but when she cums, I follow her over the edge in a blaze of fire. There’s no part of her that doesn’t love me, and that power is like a drug. She fills all the empty places I try to create, and before I know what’s happening, she heals me. Every time we connect I’m made brand new, and it’s all because of our love.
I wonder if I’ll ever look back on this time and miss it.