Wild Card

by Elsie Silver

“Oh, tonight? Tonight is just our meet-cute. It’s the night we’ll tell our kids about one day. Remember?”

All I know is that the first thing that comes to mind is, If I live, I’m coming after you.

“The thing is, Gwen, next time you want to watch me, you should just ask.”

“Sometimes that’s what it takes when we mess up. And maybe Gwen isn’t the right one if you’re not willing to grovel. You’ll know when it’s right because you’ll be willing to do absolutely anything to get her back.”

“Or what? You might man up and take something for yourself for once?” I snap. I take something for myself for once. My hands dart out and grip Gwen’s waist. “You know what?” I snarl, yanking her toward me, staring at her plush mouth as her lips softly part—no doubt to say something infuriating. But I don’t let her get a word in edgewise. “Fuck it,” I mutter. Then I kiss her.

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“That he was a fool to let you get away. But that it was just as well because I could fuck you better.”

What my girl wants, she gets.”

love you like this.” “Like what?” she murmurs, entranced. “All mine.” Our eyes meet in the dim cockpit. “I am.” And fuck, it’s music to my ears. “Mine,” I repeat, increasing the speed of my shallow thrusts. “All yours,” she whispers, pulling me in for another kiss, clenching and releasing my girth as she does.

“I’m never going to get enough. I can promise you that much. I’ll always be coming back to you.” I swallow, struck by the sincerity in his words. I’ve never wanted to stay in one place until now. I don’t know what the future holds, but I’m desperate for it to be here. With him.

“You’re a fucking wild card. Unpredictable and never what I expect. You scare the hell out of me every damn day. But today more than any of them. Because I thought I lost you.” His voice cracks. So does my heart. “And I love you, and I hadn’t even gotten the chance to tell you.”