Chapter Thirty-One
SADIE
“This was a stupid idea. Like really stupid.” I say, pacing back and forth, a knot of dread filling my stomach.
“Just calm down.” Emma pats my hand. “Everything will be okay.”
“No. I’m not ready. He’s not ready. This isn’t the right time.” I shake my head and try to stand from the bench we’re sitting at.
“You told me yesterday how it’s time, and I couldn’t agree more. It’s time, Sadie.”
“What if he doesn’t want to see me? What if he walks right past me? I will literally be crushed.”
“He’s not going to walk right by you. He might be shocked to see you, but you said so yourself the other day how you two have been talking non-stop. You need to capitalize on that. It’s time.”
“But—”
“There he is.” Emma points toward the back exit of the lecture hall where a group of students are exiting doors. You would think with the amount of students leaving the building, it would be hard to spot Andrew, but it’s not.
He’s taller than most of the students, his hair coiffed to the side, his thick-rimmed glasses giving him that sexy-nerd vibe, and the cardigan he’s wearing over a T-shirt . . . Christ, my heart is rapidly pounding out of my chest.
“Oh my God, he looks so good.”
“Girl, I know. If you weren’t in love with him, I would have made a move by now.”
“In love?” I ask, a question in my voice.
Emma gives me a pointed look. “Please, don’t even try to deny it.”
I swallow hard and watch him stare down at his phone as he walks. “I won’t.”
“Good. Now, when he gets over here, I’m going to bolt to give you two some room.”
“No, stay. I need you as a buffer.” I hold on to her arm in desperation.
She shakes me off and stands from the bench, as Andrew draws in closer. “You don’t need me. Just be yourself and tell him the truth.” She emphasizes the word truth. Noted. I learned my lesson the first time.
We both watch Andrew approach. When he pockets his phone and looks up, my breath catches in my throat. His eyebrows shoot up for a second in surprise, until a bright smile appears on his face, melting me right there in front of the nursing school coffee kiosk.
“Oh God, that smile. Sadie, you are one lucky girl.”
“I’m not yet.”
“No, you are.” Emma quickly squeezes my hand. “That smile is all for you.”
Andrew covers the distance between us in no time. He holds on to the straps of his backpack as he says, “Hey Emma, who’s your hot friend?”
A wave of giddiness falls over me.
“Sadie. She’s going to be attending classes this coming spring here at Binghamton. Thought I would show her around campus.” Emma looks at her pretend watch and then snaps her finger. “Oh darn, I forgot I have professor hours to attend. Do you think you could show her around for me?”
Andrew scans me up and down, the sexiest look ever on his face as he bites his bottom lip and nods. “I think I could show her a thing or two.”
Fuck. Me.
“Okay, I’ll leave you two alone then.” Emma gives me a hug, pats Andrew on the arm, and then takes off, leaving us alone.
Fidgeting in place, I lamely say, “Hey.”
His face softens and he doesn’t say a word as he pulls me into a hug. His strong arms wrap around me, enveloping me, spreading warmth through my limbs. I breathe in his cologne, committing this moment to memory. This is where I’ve wanted to be. This is where I want to stay.
He presses his cheek to my head and says, “I missed you, Sadie.”
I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, but with those four little words, tears are starting to fall from my cheeks.
“I missed you so much,” I mutter into his chest.
When he pulls away, he cups my face and wipes away my tears with his thumbs. “Want to sit down?”
I nod, but when I think we’re going to sit on the bench Emma and I were just sitting on, he leads me away, his hand in mine, and guides me to the library, where he takes me into a private studying room.
He shuts the door, tosses his backpack on the table, and then turns toward me. “So you’re a bearcat now?” I unzip my jacket and show him the Binghamton University shirt I purchased at the student union. He smiles and takes a seat, guiding me to the chair next to him. He turns me so we’re facing each other and says, “Tell me everything.”
This is the moment, the one he’s been waiting for, the one he asked for all summer.
“Earlier this year, I dropped out of Cornell because I was pregnant with my boyfriend’s baby. Tucker and I had been dating off and on for quite some time and when we found out I was pregnant, Tucker thought it was going to be the glue we needed to finally stay together. I wasn’t convinced a baby could fix the problems we were having, so when I miscarried, I took it as a sign. We weren’t supposed to be together. I ended it with him. I then collapsed into a dark hole where I ate, slept, worked, and partied with my friends. It was familiar, easy, just what I needed. And then I met you.” I lace my fingers with his. “You changed everything. You showed me how to smile again, how to laugh, how to forget, and I became addicted. I became so damn addicted, Andrew, that I didn’t want to bring my past into what we had, so I hid it. I wanted to maintain our high, the happiness surrounding us. I was too damn scared to tell you the truth in fear that you would leave me, or think differently of me. I realized quickly that I couldn’t lose you.” I take a deep breath and look him in the eyes. “But I did anyway, because I wasn’t honest and I don’t blame you for being mad. I only blame myself. I was terrible to you, and I can understand if you don’t want to be with me again, but I have to tell you . . .” scooting a little closer, I take a leap and say, “I love you, Andrew. I love you so much.”
I look down at our connected hands, too afraid to see his reaction, but when he lifts my chin and his warm eyes meet mine, I struggle to hold in more tears. This man.
“Why the fuck did it take you so long to come back to me?” he asks, pulling me onto his lap now as tears fall from my eyes onto his cardigan.
“I had to fix some things in my life. I wanted to become a woman you’d feel proud of, not someone you had to shield.”
His hand wraps around my neck as he presses his forehead against mine. “I never hid you, baby. You hid yourself.”
I sigh, loving the way he feels against me. “I’m not hiding anymore, I promise.”
“Good.” He presses his lips against mine, softly, exploring, revisiting. He feels so good, tastes like heaven, smells like home. When he pulls away, he looks me in the eyes and says, “I’m so in love with you, Sadie, so fucking hard.”
He grips the back of my neck tightly and kisses me with all the pent-up passion I’ve missed so much and yearned for. I match his intensity, thanking whoever wants to listen for a second chance with this brilliant and incredibly giving man. This man who swept me off my feet with one smile, one look through those glasses, one cheery attitude, and let’s not forget one cannon cock.
He’s not my everything, because I don’t need him to be. I am whole and complete on my own. But I know in my heart that we’re better together. I am better with him. He holds my heart, and will hopefully want to hold it forever.
Epilogue
ANDREW
“SURPRISE!” we shout at the top of our lungs as Sadie walks into the house holding a stack of books against her chest.
Startling, she jumps in place, psychology books toppling to the floor, and a screech of shock pops out of that gorgeous little mouth of hers.
“Happy Birthday!” Katja fist-pumps the air and blows a birthday horn, the other girls on the basketball team joining her.
Holding her chest, Sadie looks around at the mishmash of friends in the living room/dining room combo of my college house. Friends from her childhood, from school, and Binghamton’s women’s and men’s basketball teams scatter ar
ound the small space, holding drinks in their hands, cheering her on.
I walk up to her and put my arm around her waist, pulling her in close to my chest. I kiss the side of her head and whisper, “Happy birthday, baby.”
“I had no idea.” Continuing to look around, she asks, “How did you even plan this?”
“How do you think?” I look over at Smilly, who is refilling drinks from a Gatorade cooler we borrowed, thanks to Leena’s sticky fingers. We filled it with a concoction of vodka and rum, as well as juice to make our own special Sadie cocktail.
Sadie scans the room. People have returned to their conversations, games, and eating. Homemade decorations scatter throughout the space as well as Christmas lights, providing more light to the room. “This has Smilly written all over it.”
“You got that right.” I kiss her again on the forehead and then bend down to pick up her books. “But don’t be fooled, this was all my idea, Smilly just helped make it happen.”
“Trying to win brownie points?” she asks, smiling up at me.
I pull her toward the stairs as people shout happy birthday to her when we walk by and I whisper in her ear. “I’m always trying to win brownie points, baby.”
Music starts to play and the party is underway as Sadie and I go upstairs to drop off her books. When we reach the top of the stairs, instead of turning to the left, we turn to the right and enter the biggest room in the house where Sadie and I reside. After having Sadie over almost every night once we made up, the girls decided to make her a permanent fixture of the house. Leena gave up her room for us but demanded one thing: once a month she was allowed to have Topless Tuesday while watching Fixer Upper. Needless to say, those are the days I’m locked up in my room, having my own Topless Tuesday party with Sadie.
It’s a win-win for everyone. It’s been four months of brilliance, and a whole lot of orgasms courtesy of cannon cock. I love waking up with my girl. I did ask her if she had considered re-piercing her nipples, as from the moment Smilly mentioned it, what feels like so long ago, I’ve had a half chub. The girl has great nips. What can I say? What I won’t say is what she wanted me to pierce if she had hers redone. Fucking. Hot.
I shut the door behind us and toss her books on the futon—yes, our bedroom has a futon in it, that’s how much extra space we have. Sadie turns to me and wraps her arms around my neck. “I can’t believe you did this. I told you we didn’t have to do anything.”
“Yeah, that was never going to happen. This was your first birthday as my girlfriend, and I wasn’t going to fuck that up.”
I reach behind me and grip the box I expertly wrapped earlier, and when I say expertly, I mean crinkled paper on top of each other and held it down with tape.
“Here, open this.” I scoot the box between us so she’s forced to open it.
“You got me something too? I thought the three orgasms you gave me this morning along with the donuts was my present.”
I shrug casually. “What can I say, I like to spoil my girl.” I nod at the package. “Go ahead, open it.”
Giddy with excitement, she rips open the box, tears away the tissue paper and . . . pauses. She raises an eyebrow at me as she pulls out her gift. She lifts it into the air and asks, “Are you kidding me?”
Containing the laugh that wants to bubble out of me, I say, “I saw it in the store window and knew you just had to have it.”
“What kind of fucked-up store window were you looking through?”
“Macy’s,” I answer without pause. “They have a new department.”
She shoves my shoulder and laughs. “You are such a liar.” She looks down at the gift again and says, “Where did you find a dick on an ice cream cone dildo?”
“You would be surprised what someone can find on the Internet.”
“I’m afraid to ask. Did you search this out?” The look of horror on her face is priceless.
I loop my arm around her waist, take the penis-cone dildo and stroke it along her cheek. Immediately she swats it away, laughing and pinching my side. Need to trim those lobster claws. “Don’t touch me with that thing.”
“What? You don’t want a penis cone?”
She lightly pushes me away and goes to our shared closet where she starts rifling through her clothes. “I don’t want the penis cone coming anywhere near me.”
“Aw, come on.” I step closer as she starts undressing down to her underwear. “I had an entire evening planned with penis cone and fudge.”
Standing in just a bra and her thong, she puts her hand on her hip. “Fudge can stay, penis cone has to go.”
Once again, I loop my arm around her waist and move my hand over her bare ass, loving the way it feels in my palm. “You’re going to be missing out. Penis cone was really excited about meeting your vagina tonight.” The teasing in my voice pulls that beautiful smile out of her.
“Maybe penis cone is more interested in meeting what you have to offer?” She suggestively lifts her eyebrows.
Err . . . is she referring to . . . that?
Her laugh breaks through the pause in my thoughts, and she distances herself to put a dress on right before the door to our bedroom flies open.
“You’re naked!” Smilly screams, taking in the scene in front of her. When she realizes we are in fact fully clothed, her shoulders slouch. “Jesus, if you two aren’t naked, what the hell are you doing?”
I turn to Smilly and hold up penis cone and say, “I’m trying to convince Sadie to play with me tonight.”
Stepping forward, awe in her eyes, hands extended, Smilly asks, “Is that a penis on an ice cream cone?”
Peeking past me, Sadie adds, “And it’s a dildo.”
“Sweet mammary glands, that’s the best thing I’ve ever seen.” She snags it from my grip and examines it. “God, I want to stick it in every orifice of my body.” She goes to put it in her mouth when I stop her.
“Stop, it’s not a popsicle. That’s for Sadie’s vagina.”
“It’s okay. We can share.”
“No, we can’t,” Sadie protests. “Don’t make it seem like we’ve shared dildos before.”
Smilly rolls her eyes. “Such a prude. Are you two going to come down to the party? There are a lot of people waiting to get Sadie twisted.” She looks me up and down. “Might be in your best interest if you want to use penis cone tonight.”
Smilly does have a point . . .
I clap my hands and say, “She’s right, we should really get down there.”
Sadie chuckles, grips my arm, and speaks to Smilly. “We’ll be down in a second.”
“Don’t dawdle.” Smilly walks out of the bedroom and just before she shuts the door, she adds, “I made blueberry buckle, your favorite, and those basketball Amazons are doing a number on it.”
The door slams shut, leaving me alone with Sadie once again. Turning me toward her, she cups my face, a sweet smile caressing her lips. “Thank you for tonight, Andrew. You’re such a good man.”
I push her hair behind her ears, loving how that look of complete and utter love in her face is meant for me and only me. “Anything for Sturdy Tits.” I wink and then press a kiss against her mouth. When I pull away, I sincerely say, “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too.” Instead of kissing me again, she pulls me into a hug and presses her cheek against my chest.
It almost seems unreal, that a year ago I was in the midst of transferring to another school, wondering if I would ever be able to jump the confines of my parents and the confines of “cannon cock.” And then I got a job, a job where never in a million years did I think I would meet the love of my life, a girl who wanted nothing to do with me, who was so closed off, she wouldn’t even welcome in new friends. And yet, here I am with Sadie in my arms, the girl of my dreams going to school with me, living in my house, and every day handing more and more of herself over to me. I know about her past, the humiliation she suffered at the hands of her family, the friendship and love she had with Tucker, which was so in
valuable at the time. When we talked about the baby, and the room Tucker had prepared, she cried. But I didn’t see the dark agony in her expression. It was as if she’d accepted it as part of her history, but could see it didn’t have to determine her future. Even though she hasn’t said much about her dad that makes me want to know the guy well, I am sincerely grateful he told her to chase her future. Realize her potential. He was right. He’d raised an incredible, accomplished woman who did indeed have the world at her fingertips. And I’ve gained the trust of her heart, which grows with each passing day. Fuck, I’m a lucky bastard.
It wasn’t easy, but hell, whoever said the best things in life are easy? Sadie Montgomery was once my coworker whose façade sometimes matched the chilly environment we worked in. I then got to know sturdy tits, and yes, they were the best bosoms I’d ever motorboated. No. Lie. Then my heart broke when she became the co-WRECKER, and I thought I’d lost my heart and her forever. Now? She’s the fucking love of my life—a title she will never lose.
Although, we have played around with the names Cannon Tits and Sturdy Cock . . .
THE END
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