Colliding With Fate

by A.E. Valdez

“People can still hurt you even if you expect nothing from them.”

“Sometimes we rise and sometimes we fall… but we always rise again.”

I’d fuck up her life in a heartbeat if she’d let me though. Tonight, she just might.

When she comes to me, and she will, I intend to fuck that smugness right out of her.

I do like the finer things in life, but that doesn’t mean I need a man to sponsor my every move.

“You’re playing with fire, Quinn.” I whisper as I gently press her against the door. “An angel like you has no business tempting a devil like me. I will ruin you and not feel bad about it.”

I’ll be here when she’s ready to be consumed by me.

because I thought by this point I would have at least kissed her. I normally don’t like to play games with women. But for her, I’ll play because getting to watch her come undone on my dick will be worth the wait.

“Tell me, when was the last time someone properly fucked you?”

“We don’t always have to let our walls down completely. Sometimes all we need is a little light to shine through the cracks to make a difference.”

I don’t want to give anyone the opportunity to make me feel unwanted again.

“I’m hungry for you.”

“Who said I wanted to fuck you?” I ask, helping her off the counter. “I just wanted to make you cum for me.”

She says the three words I crave to hear from her lips, “I’m cumming, Ky.”

Quinn: I’d like to speak to a manager. I’m suing.

I’m not mad at her anymore. I simply don’t have a desire to talk to her.

Hope the bruises don’t hurt too bad, Speed Demon.

“I’m going to suggest whatever benefits me in this situation. And it benefits me to have you bouncing on top of me like a pogo stick later.”

“I’ve been hurt a lot in my life. Let down a lot. I rarely let people in. I know I’m vague and seem like I don’t give a shit… but I do. If I could give you me right now, I would. But it would be fragments of me. I’m fucked up. And you deserve everything. So if there’s some fucker out there who can give you that and make you cum… who am I to stand in the way of that?”

“Yes, give it to this pussy daddy.” She moans.

I watch her fall with me. In this moment, I realize she is the only person I would ever want to fall with. I know I came here because I didn’t want Lincoln, or any other guy, to have the chance to possibly know her in this way. The way that only I know her. I want this moment, and any others with her, to be only for me. With me.

He’s going to die. I’m going to be alone again. Alone as I’ve always been.

“I… wanted to be near you, needed to be near you.”

In these moments, everything else fades away. All I see is her. All I feel is her. When I fall into the softness of her my soul and sorrows are wrapped in peace.

“But who said that you get to decide what’s best for me?” I challenge her.

“I understand why you’re hesitant to start something now.” She squeezes my hand. “But, don’t shut yourself off from a chance to be happy.”

I don’t know if I can put enough distance between the demons of the past and the present. I feel like they’re clawing at me, begging to be freed. For the first time in my life, I feel like letting them drag me down, and allowing them to win.

“Letting me in and allowing me to know all of you. Even the parts that you think are too dark for me to see.”

“I forgive you… for everything.” I take a deep breath. “You did your best at the time. Sometimes our best is keeping ourselves alive. As a child I didn’t understand it, but as an adult I do.”

“I know my life is crazy… but you’ve been my refuge–my peace. All I know for certain right now is that I want you. All of you. And if you don’t want to deal with all the shit I’ve got going on, I understand that too. But I–”

“Tell me,” I say, lining myself up with her entrance. “Who…” I put the tip in, “do you…” I slide into her a little further, “belong to?” I ask, slowly pushing into her inch by inch as her head falls back against the car door. “Mmm… keep those pretty brown eyes on me.” I tell her, wrapping my hand around her throat. “Who do you belong to, Quinn?” I watch myself disappear inside her before meeting her gaze again. She wants to close her eyes, but keeps them on me. A soft whimper escapes her lips as she moans out, “You. I belong to you.” “You’re mine?” I ask, thrusting my hips, causing her breath to hitch. “All yours.” She breathes out.

I want her all to myself. All her time, attention, moans, smiles, laughs… I want it all. I’m unapologetically selfish and I’ll be damned if anyone gets a taste of what I have with her. She rocks her hips against my dick as she nears the edge of her climax.

“Quinn…” He whispers and he sounds far away. “Hmm?” I ask, half awake. “You’re everything to me.”

“I’m tired, to be honest.” I sigh. “Tired of carrying shit around that I shouldn’t have had to carry in the first place. I set it down with you the other day for the first time in my life and that felt good.”

One thing therapy has taught me is that we all handle things differently.

“You know, Kyrell, I wasn’t really living until we started building a relationship. It’s unfortunate that I’m just now living. Don’t be like me. Live and soak up every single moment. Lean into them, even the moments that terrify you. That’s how you know you’re alive.”

“Dad…” I grab his hand. “Dad!” I say louder. “Dad!” I let out a guttural cry and kneel beside him. “No, no, no… Dad. No!” “Quinn! Quinn!” I scream, holding onto his hand as though it’s an anchor. She comes running from the bathroom. “Wha–” I can barely breathe as tears blur my vision. “T-Tell me this isn’t fucking happening. Tell me! P-Please!” I beg her from where I kneel.

For a moment, it’s just me, her, and my dad. Her warm palm against my cold trembling one. She squeezes my hand and I squeeze back because I’ve realized no words need to be exchanged between us. Our hearts have telepathy.

“Okay, Quinn…” I mutter to myself as I pace back and forth, “if you can take the dick you can take this pregnancy test.”

“Take your time and rest. Not all battles need to be fought in a day.”

“People have this common misconception that a life of luxury, filled with everything you can imagine, makes up for everything lost. But the things we lose, the things that truly matter, aren’t tangible. They can’t be bought. I had everything as a child but was well acquainted with loneliness.”

“She’s who I see everything with. She is everything. My everything.”

Plays my everything by Mary J.

“Sometimes the only way to the light is through the darkness. But there will be little beacons of light along the way that will help see you through. There is a duality of dark and light. Remember, we can’t shine without the dark.”

“Yes Quinn, with everything I am, I love you.”

“I hit the baby daddy jackpot!”

“We’re a team now. You, me, and the little one.”

“You two are the best thing to ever happen to me,”

“I decided to tell you this because I love you and you’re my person. I’ve never believed in fate until I met you. But we kept getting pushed back into each other’s lives until we… collided with fate.

You’ve made me feel worthy of love and helped me realize that I don’t have to do this alone. Thank you,” he kisses me softly, “for being my light in the darkness.” I press my lips to his again. “I love you and I’ll always walk with you.”

“A boy! We’re having a boy. I love you so much.”