Chapter 59

It’s raining. Heavy clouds darken slow-swaying trees scattered amid verdant green turf. Serried rows of tombstones. Gleaming marble, they glisten with wetness. New, mine is even shinier.

In black, those clustered around the rectangular pit with my casket are also glossy with droplets. Tight to dad, my mother is sobbing into a white linen handkerchief. While holding an umbrella above them, he simply lets his tears slide down his cheeks.

Behind them is Haley, weeping into a tissue. Next to her are Jeri and Beth, close but not obvious. And there’s Mrs. Cameron, head to toe in raven, but with the tiniest dark roses emblazoned across the homemade dress. At the moment, as the pastor finishes, she’s not crying. But her eyes are red and thick black rings surround them.

At a warm body sliding into my bare back, I tense. Two sharp points sear my skin. Soft lips find my shoulder as I sob.

“I told you they’d never be far, Lord.”

“You say that, but they may as well be a million miles away.”

While her frame heats my spine, Shayna’s arms move along mine to clasp my clenching fists. The pastor’s fallen silent, and the crowd watches as I’m lowered. So do I.

At the soft thump of the solid wood striking the grave’s bottom, I jolt. As does my mother. And then, something weird happens. Red and glossy, her blue eyes flick to me. For a brief second, her brows tighten. But when he speaks, her gaze shifts to my dad.

He says kind things. He’s proud. He loves me still. I will be missed. A gaping hole in their souls.

Although my mother tries to speak, no words come. Instead, she breaks down into body-wracking sobs and collapses into dad’s arms. Together, they watch as others pay their final respects before drifting away. At last, it’s only them. The two who brought me into that world. After a brief word to the pastor, they turn and head off into a growing mist. Just before they disappear, a breeze catches her hair, sending it clear of her neck. How I know, I’ve no idea, but it’s my dad’s teeth that have left deep imprints on her throat. A smile crosses my face.

Flowers return. They’re blurry. I’m crying and Shayna, pressed tight to me, sends warm tears racing down my back.

The universe blinks.

As we dash through an endless field, I leap sideways. Shayna yelps when my hands grasp her slender waist. United, we tumble forward before landing amid the bright blooms. With her sinewy frame squirming beneath me and a soft giggle lighting my soul, I shift one hand. Hers meets it, clamping my hardness.

A sigh slips free of her thin quivering lips as her thighs raise alongside my hips. At the glint of her collar’s tag, I chuckle. The letters are so darned clear. After meeting her smiling eyes, they blur as we push my knob, at long last, into her sleek wetness.

“Oh, yes, my lord. Yes!”

As her voice devolves into a lengthy moan, I ease forward, spreading her pulsating insides. With languid motions, I pierce deeper, pulling louder whimpers from her.

“Shayna,” I whisper, while leaning closer. “My loyal Shayna.”

At my lowering chest pressing her heated little stems, she groans and bucks upward, mashing herself into me. Right then, I drive the last of myself into her tightness.

“Yes. Yes, my lord. Your Shainaha,” she says before seeking my lips with hers.

As our tongues dance, I begin the timeless rhythm. No drums, of course. Only the battering of her heart against mine as my hips rise and fall. With her legs clamped around me, I rest on my arms and watch her eyes widen with each forceful, slow stroke.

There is no rush.

Not anymore.

No panicky movements to hide from parents. Or students. Or teachers. Or anyone.

In the bright moonlight, dappled as it slips through the swaying blooms, her face is magical. It holds me entranced as her supple frame pulsates along my plunging shaft. We are one. United after all this time.

At her first muffled cry and shuddering, I move quicker. Soon, her nails are clawing over my back as waves shatter her mind. Her eyes rolling. The vibrations of her tongue against mine. The whole-body shaking with each muted scream. All fuel the heat searing my core.

When the initial pulse speeds from my balls, her shimmering dark pools widen. Although trembling, her limbs clench me tighter. No sooner does my cock buck inside her than her slippery walls undulate, milking me of each lengthy jet.

Only after I’ve stopped pumping does Shayna pull from my lips to gasp for air. As I shrink within her, her legs loosen and shaky fingertips skip along my shoulders.

“T—thank you, Kyle.”

“Thank me?” I chuckle.

“For being so patient. I wanted—”

With a grin, I place a finger across her open lips. As I drive my hands beneath her, moans fill my ear.

“This is what I’ve needed, Shayna. To finally hold you in my arms.”

With a laugh, I lift her while rolling until we sit together. Atop my thighs, she crumples against my chest. Her fingers slide over my spine as I press her tighter. And then a sob strikes me from out of nowhere. As I find her eyes, mine water. Even as I inhale Shayna’s musky scent, tinged with wildflowers, confusion fills my brain.

“Why?” I whisper.

“It’s simple, Lord. You wished to one day do this with the others as well.”

Like a dam bursting, I’m still nodding when the body-wracking sobs pummel me. Always trapped in the chariot, never able to hold anyone as I clasp Shayna. Oh, I’d done my best, but ... All the pent-up frustration floods from me to drench the world. In Shayna’s arms, I cry until the moon fades.

And still I weep. For a million years.

At long last, my tears halt and I smack my dry lips.

“We can visit them, Kyle.” Her mouth finds mine. A puff of hot air is followed by softness. After pulling away, she smiles. Full of hope. As always. “If you’d like.”

No sooner do I nod, than the world flicks into blackness. It’s brief and after a swift blink, I’m in a dark bedroom. Shayna’s not with me. As my vision adjusts, embroidered on the bedsheets and curtains, small roses come into relief. At the figure curled tight in the middle, my heart hammers.

Of course, it’s Mrs. Cameron. The bedframe utters a single low creak as I slide under the sheets. Though I’m not there, they shouldn’t but yet they feel cool against my body. As I ease closer, they warm until the heat of her silk-covered spine presses against my torso.

At first, I bask in that wondrous warmth, but at her murmuring, I grin. My hand lifts. Although it’s gentle, the smack on a butt cheek pulls a gasp from her. When I strike her again, Julie moans while thrusting back into my hardness.