Fulfillment Golland, M. (best classic literature TXT) 📖

I giggled.Shit!

Yes...yes I did. Ikinda like the sound of it, don’t u? - Alexis

No. U do realise u rgoing 2 have 2 pay 4 that. - Bryce

Pfft, what’she gonna do?

Oooh, what r u going 2do about it? Break my leg?

Ok, bad joke.Really bad joke, Alexis. Never mind. I take it back. -Alexis

I quickly sentanother text:

P.S. I take back thebreak leg bit, not the bitch bit.

You’re still my bitch.- Alexis

I typedanother, I was now in apology-mode.

P.P.S. I love u by theway. - Alexis.

I waited for aresponse. I didn’t get one, so I typed again:

Bryce? I’m onlykidding. You’re not a bitch, I am. - Alexis

I still hadn’treceived a reply minutes later, and after agonisingly waiting yetanother minute, I got concerned. I was just about to roll off thesofa and perform some kind of caterpillar manoeuvre in order to gofind him—becoming some form of wiggly looper—when a single rose wasplaced over my head in front of my face. I clasped it as his warmbreath caressed my ear.

“One, you’renot a bitch. Two, I love you, too. And three, yes...you will payfor that.”

He gentlynipped at my ear lobe then kissed my neck.

I shiveredwith delight. “I look forward to ‘paying’, Bryce, but that is goingto have to wait for a few weeks.”

He walkedaround to the front of the sofa and put down a tray which containeda hot white chocolate, an espresso, two muffins, some Tim-Tams anda bowl of popcorn. He turned to me and got down on his knees sothat his face was level with my own.

“Let me tellyou something. When you are ready to make love to me again, youwill not be ‘paying’ for anything. I will be the one ‘paying’,paying a considerable amount of attention to making you come inevery possible way.”

I swalloweddryly as I processed his words. In the hospital, I’d had a momentof concern of whether or not I’d be able to have sex again so soonafter miscarrying, for fear of... well... just in fear. But sittingon the sofa at that very moment, looking at Bryce with eyes full ofnothing but want, need, love, and worship, I knew that when thetime came, I would not hesitate in making love to him again. Howcould I? Fuck, I wanted to now.

“How do youplan on making me pay then?” I whispered, as I leaned forward andkissed his lips.

He chuckledand broke free, walking over to the stone fireplace to switch iton.

“Well?” Iasked again.

He didn’tanswer, just made his way to the Blu-ray player and popped in adisc. I watched him smile as he sat down on the sofa next to me,then he gently took hold of my perfectly good foot and began tomassage it.

“Nooo,” Igiggled and cringed.

“Yes! We aresitting here and watching The Lord of the Rings, and you, mylove, are going to have a foot rub.”

“I hate you,”I said, like I always did.

He looked overat me, and I sensed a slight bit of doubt on his face. I motionedmy finger, telling him to come closer to me. He obliged and leanedin further so that our lips could touch.

“No, I don’t,”I whispered against his mouth before I kissed him.

***

Bryce and Iwatched LOTR: The Fellowship of the Rings before hecarried me to the kitchen to watch him cook a kick-arse BeefStroganoff. It amazed me. He didn’t even put paprika in it and yetit still teased my taste buds with its tasty awesomeness. What alsoamazed me was that I watched him cook the damn dish and it was soeasy, yet it tasted heavenly.

I swore headded a secret ingredient.

He swore hedidn’t.

I swore he waslying.

He swore thatI was going to ‘pay’ again.

I swore I’dkick him with my cast.

He swore Iwouldn’t.

I justswore.

***

After dinner,we watched LOTR: The Two Towers. I must’ve fallen asleepacross Bryce’s lap, because the last thing my brain processed wasthe people of Rohan fleeing to Helm’s Deep.

The next thingmy brain processed was being laid down in our bed.

“Shit, I fellasleep, sorry,” I said, feeling a bit groggy as I woke up.

“We are noweven,” he assured me.

‘Yes, we are.”I smiled, remembering when he fell asleep while we were watchingLady and the Tramp during our trip to Uluru.

I felt hishands settle on the top of my waistband then, gently, he pulleddown the loose yoga pants I was wearing, being extra careful whensliding them over my cast.

His eyestravelled up my legs to my underwear, which were still feminine andpretty. Broken leg, head concussion, heartbreaking miscarriage andsubsequent bleeding—I still insisted on having nice underwear. Thishabit of mine could never be broken. I’d rather wear nothing thanwear ‘Nanna-Knickers’.

I could tellBryce, too, appreciated this habit of mine, because his sightlingered on the navy satin lace brief I was wearing.

Proppingmyself up on my arms, I watched him crawl up the bed to me, helpingme sit up so that he could remove my t-shirt and expose my matchingbra. I leaned back on my hands and smiled as he took me in.

“You mightwant to look away, Mr. Clark. Because that look on your facenormally means one thing. And that one thing is not going to happentonight.”

“Hunny, thereare other things that can happen, starting with this.” He grabbedmy face and kissed me softly, yet passionately, causing my armswhich were supporting the upper part of my body to go weak; shake;and slowly collapse, lowering me to the bed.

His lipsstayed attached to mine as I lay flat on my back, Bryce now layingby my side. I held him to me as his tongue gently brushed againstmine, caressing it delicately over and over as he dragged hisknuckle down the side of my cheek to under my chin.

I savoured histouch and our kiss, equally stroking, licking and nipping at hismouth. The sheer love, lust and connection we felt for each otherwas as ever present in our kiss as it had always been, and onceagain it reiterated that we were on the path of healing and wouldeventually be fine. It also conveyed that we needed each other morethan ever.

He broke awayfrom my mouth and pressed his lips