Stuck-Up Suit

by Vi Keeland

“I haven’t been able to think about anything but coming inside since you told me about your doctor’s appointment to renew your birth control.”

realized that I was in bigger trouble than I ever imagined because there was no way I could ever let go of her now that I knew what this felt like.

All I could think about was how I couldn’t wait to be inside of her, how I wanted to claim every inch of her, every orifice. I wanted to own her, but the truth was…she already owned me. I was so fucked.

“Don’t be afraid to get hurt. It’s far better than never experiencing anything earth-shattering. Even temporary joy is better than nothing at all. You’re afraid of getting hurt like I’m afraid to die. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to live every day to its fullest.”

“You thought I’d want to be alone? No. I don’t want to be alone, Soraya. I’m tired of being alone. I want you in my fucking bed tonight. We don’t have to do anything. I…just want to hold you while I fall asleep. That’s what I want if that’s okay with you.”

“No one knows what’s going to happen from one day to the next, but if the world were to end tomorrow, there’s no place I’d rather be than right here with you. That tells me everything I need to know.”

He was fucking me, body and soul, and I just knew that this was going to ruin me forever.

“I really need to fuck you.” “Yes. Please…” she muttered. Oh, I could definitely get used to Soraya Venedetta begging.

wanted to go home, to my safe place inside Soraya.

“I feel the same way. My mind is spinning out of control, and there is only one thing I’m sure of right now. Do you know what that is, Soraya?”

“I want you. I want to be with you. I’m head over fucking ass about you, and I need to know you aren’t going to leave me.”

“I need you, Soraya. I’ve never said that to another woman in my life.” I leaned my forehead against her and whispered, “I need you.”

“And to think, I was going to fuck you full of nice. You never cease to amaze me, Soraya. It would be my pleasure to leave the gentleman at the door and fuck you four ways dirty.”

“Okay, Mr. Fancy Pants. But you can choose, because I haven’t been anywhere. It doesn’t matter anyway; I just want to be with you.” He squeezed my hand. “You’re the first person who’s said those words that I actually believe.”

“I love you, Soraya,” I whispered to my sleeping beauty. “I fucking love you.”

I loved my daughter, but my home was with Soraya.

“Your name may not be tattooed over my heart, but it will always be etched into my soul. I’ve spent over two decades thinking I was incapable of being loved. Thank you for proving me wrong. You’ve changed my life.”

“Think about it, Mate. These are not coincidences. An Australian and an uptight princess from Chicago happen to connect in the middle of bumfuck Nebraska. Yet, she was my soulmate. And you…you said you didn’t normally take the train. For some reason, that morning you did. You have to trust in fate. It’s all written. Doesn’t matter if it’s today or in two years, if it’s meant to be, it will happen one way or the other.”