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This is a bonus scene that occurs before the epilogue five years in the future.
Atlas
The anthem of Lady Gaga played in the background as I psyched myself up. My leg was propped on top of the closed lid of the toilet, and warm wax cooled on my asshole.
This was the part I hated the most about my monthly maintenance sessions. No matter how many times I’d done this before, waxing my hole still hurt like a motherfucker.
My hole was sensitive, and while it was fucking fantastic for when Hector teased it with his fingers or mouth, it made the pain of waxing sting my eyes with tears.
Beauty is pain. Beauty is pain. Beauty is pain.
I repeated the phrase in my head as I reached between my legs and braced myself to pull, and just as I did, Lady Gaga sang of not crying.
That’s okay, ’cause I was crying enough for the both of us. Tears prickle my eyes as I held down my urge to scream out and startle Hector.
He was still on edge after the whole stalker thing—which I was firmly set on putting in the past—and hovered over me like a mother hen. Whenever I showed any signs of discomfort, he was at my side, fretting and looking out for danger.
And while waxing my asshole was probably as painful as a bullet in the gut, I wouldn’t consider it dangerous.
Okay, fine. I was being dramatic, but hair was being yanked out of my most private part, so I think I got a pass on that.
Speaking of which…
I brought my little hand mirror between my legs to examine my work, and blew out a hiss of breath when there were still some stray demon hairs around my pucker. Lady Gaga belted about being born this way, which I found to be very ironic at this moment.
You should love yourself the way you were, and I totally agreed about that on all fronts, but I hated body hair. At least on me. Hector’s body hair was sexy as fuck, but his was also soft and warm. Mine were prickly little shits that made me itch like hell.
Having body hair was so uncomfortable, and I would have gotten all of it laser away if not for most lasers not working on blond hair. And shaving only made the hair growing back even more itchy. Which meant it was me and my waxing kit against the world.
Woe is me.
I grabbed a new wooden waxing stick, dipped it in the wax, and spread it over my asshole once more. The second round was always the worse, but for my plan, I’d endure it.
Images of Hector’s adorable blushing face at the very intimate show I was preparing for him came to mine and calmed my heart. I had no doubt Hector gave no thought about my body hair, but I wanted to feel my absolute best for this.
So, once the wax cooled enough, I yanked the remainder of the pesky hairs. I couldn’t hold back my cry.
“Love, is everything okay? I’m coming in,” Hector called into the closed room.
Before I could tell him I was fine, the bathroom door swung open and a slightly panicked looking Hector appeared like he was ready to murder whatever caused me pain.
My leg was still propped up on the toilet, and my dick swayed in the air as I turned to him with teary eyes. Hector relaxed when he didn’t find anything out of place, his shoulders relaxed, and his eyes landed on the space between my legs.
“Do you, um, need help?” he asked gruffly.
“Yes. Take me for cuddles please,” I whimpered and held my hands out for him. I was completely naked, but I had no reason to feel shy around Hector.
“Of course, love,” Hector murmured and gathered me in his arms. “Let’s get you dressed first, then we’ll cuddle on the couch.”
“That sounds like perfection.” I sighed into his shoulder as he practically carried me out of the bathroom and into our room.
He took his time dressing me in my red and white striped PJs—a set I’d purchased because it reminded me of the diner—then led me to the couch and tucked me under his arms.
Sigh. Perfection.
Shadow jumped down from his cat tree long enough to brush against our legs before disappearing into our room. He’d never be a lap cat, which meant he was always good about giving Hector and me private time.
“You know, I’ve been looking up some hair removal options online. There’s a place in the city that does electrolysis and they claim it works on blond hair. How about we schedule a consultation?”
My head popped up from his comfortable chest to gape at him. “You looked up hair removal? For me?”
My adorable man cleared his throat. I knew he was trying to hide his embarrassment. “Well, yes. You’ve told me how much waxing hurts, and I know this is important to you. The place has excellent reviews and does a free consultation with no commitment, so you don’t have to do it if you decide it’s not for you.”
I was watching him with my mouth practically to the floor. Hector glanced at my expression and winced.
“I did too much, didn’t I? Sorry, it was a stupid idea,” he muttered, and I could see him deflate.
God, this man. This caring, thoughtful, perfect man.
He was going to get him the best performance of his life tomorrow! I’d show him just how much I appreciated him.
I quickly climbed onto his lap and cupped his face so that he looked at me.
“It’s not a stupid idea. I would say it’s the most thoughtful thing anyone’s done for me, but I have no doubt you’ll one up yourself once again in the future. I’m so fucking lucky to have you.”
I pressed a hot kiss square on his lips.
“I’m the lucky one,” Hector replied and wrapped his strong arms around me. He pulled me close, as if he wanted our bodies to merge into one.
I wanted that too, if I was being honest. But I’d settle with this for now.
Hector
Becca had invited us out for drinks with her and her husband after work tonight, since tomorrow was our day off, but Atlas had quickly proclaimed that we already had plans. I wasn’t aware of any such plans, so I figured he just wanted a quiet night at home.
I had a feeling something had been bothering him. He’d been acting a little off since…well since yesterday when I told him about the electrolysis place I found for him.
Atlas had said it was a touching gesture, but now I couldn’t help but feel like I’d gone too far. That maybe I’d…invaded his privacy?
This wasn’t my first relationship, but with Angelina, we were like two streams running parallel in the same direction. But I didn’t want that with Atlas. I wanted our paths to cross until you couldn’t tell they’d originally been unconnected. It meant I might sometimes cross lines that I wasn’t aware of.
I was sure I’d crossed one now.
Atlas had taking a lot longer than usual in the bathroom, then promptly retreated into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. The only time we closed the door was if we had guests over, so of course I was panicking.
I was on the couch staring at the TV, but instead of processing what I was watching, I flipped flopped between giving the space he probably needed and barging into our room and begging him to forgive me for whatever relationship rule I’d no doubt broken.
Jumping to my feet, I decided it was better to talk this out than go to sleep with this unease between us. I’d do whatever it took to make things better. Just as I turned off the TV, Atlas called out from the bedroom.
“Hector, can you come here for a second?”
“Coming!” I called back and speed-walked to the bedroom like my life depended on it.
Suddenly feeling nervous, my hand hovered over the door handle. My lips moved silently as I practiced the apologies I would give once I saw him.
Taking a deep, calming breath, I opened the door and was stunned at the sight before me. I was expecting to find an angry Atlas, but instead, my boyfriend was laying on the bed in nothing but sheer fabric.
It was far removed from the cozy PJ sets he usually wore to bed. The blue tinted sheer tank top left nothing to the imagination, which meant I could clearly see what he wore as bottoms, if they could even be called that. They were a thin pair of panties that were a matching set with the top and didn’t do much in keep Atlas’ modesty.
“Well? How do I look?” Atlas asked.
“You look, um, you. You…” I swallowed, my mouth feeling dry.
Atlas glanced down my body to where my cock was currently poking a hole through my shorts.
“I can see you like the new PJs I got,” Atlas said with a mischievous smirk.
“Love, fuck you look so sexy you stole my breath away.”
“I can’t have that just yet,” Atlas teased and beckoned me forward. My body listened, and before my brain could even process, I found myself trying to reach him. But before I could crawl on the bed to him, Atlas stopped me with a finger pointed to the foot of the bed. “There’s a chair there for you. Please sit.”
Even though the sudden order confused me, it didn’t stop me from obeying. I found myself sitting on the sofa chair that was usually kept in the corner of the room and reserved as one of Shadow’s many hiding places.
“Comfortable?” Atlas asked, voice a little breathless. I nodded, which only had Atlas grinning. “You should be comfortable for a show.”
“What are you—”
The question disappeared in my throat when Atlas propped himself up against the pillows and spread his legs.
I sucked in a breath. From my position, I could see the thin piece of fabric that barely covered his cock and not much else. As in, the fabric stopped right under his balls and exposed his entire ass. My gaze zoned in to his already slicked hole.
It was only then that I noticed the bottle of lube and the realistic looking dildo lying beside him, and the realization made me even more breathless than I already was.
“Atlas…” His name came out a grumbled whisper. A plead, because I knew whatever was coming next might do me in.
He grinned back. “You told me you wanted to watch me. So watch,” he said slowly.
His hands slid down his body as he spoke and didn’t stop until he palmed his hardening cock. The tiny piece of fabric couldn’t cover him now and half his length was poking through the top of the sheer panties.
But that was only the start. His hand didn’t linger on his bulge long before his sexy fingers were sliding over his perineum and a delicious moan left his lips. I swore my breath almost stopped when his finger brushed over his hole ever so softly, like he was teasing himself. Or maybe he was teasing me.
I glanced up to find him watching me. The amusement on his face quickly turned into heat when our gazes met. He let out another moan—intentionally dramatic for my benefit, I had no doubt—and ghosted the pad of his pointer finger over his hole again. He did that a few more times before finally slipping just the tip of his digit inside.
The sound that came out of me was animalistic, and I hadn’t even realized I’d shot back to my feet until Atlas softly chided me to sit down again.
I was leaning over the foot of the bed, as if I were trying to touch Atlas. I would do anything to replace his hands with mine at this moment. I couldn’t think of anything better than watching him come apart underneath me.
But I somehow managed to restrain myself and placed my butt back into the chair. Atlas’ beaming smile was worth keeping my hands to myself. At least for now.
“My hands don’t feel nearly as good as yours, but I’ll make do,” Atlas teased.
I wanted to tell him I could easily solve that problem for him, but my attention was caught at the way his hole stretched so beautifully around his two fingers.
Usually his face was what I was focused on during prep. I was never in a position where I could see him like this. All exposed for my viewing pleasure.
I wished I could relax and enjoy, but every muscle in my body was tense at how sexy the sight before me was. His knuckles pushed deeper inside of him, and Atlas sucked in a ragged breath.
“You’re killing me, love,” I told him. My voice barely came out louder than a whisper.
“You could join me?” he replied with a cheeky grin. Then, in a much firmly tone, he ordered, “Touch yourself.”
I didn’t have to be told twice. I freed my cock from its tight constraints and wasn’t surprised by the fountain of precum sliding down my length. Atlas always had that effect on me.
“I love seeing you all excited for me,” Atlas purred. His fingers continued their stretch until his hole was relaxed and an alluring shade of pink. “Wish you were inside of me.”
“Me too,” I said in a croak. My dick was so fucking hard at the way Atlas was playing with himself. I knew he wanted to give me a show, but I was so close to saying fuck it so that I could pound him into the mattress.
“You’ll have to wait until after,” Atlas said way too calmly for my liking. He released his fingers, and my heart almost stopped at the way his hole fluttered at the loss of girth.
More precum slid down my length as I fisted my cock. I had to stop stroking or risk coming too soon. But before I could even catch my breath, Atlas grabbed the dildo from beside him, quickly suited it up with a condom, then sucked the head into his mouth.
I couldn’t believe I was jealous of a piece of silicone, but how I wished I could switch places with the fake dick. Each one of his moves were filled with temptation, and when the dildo popped from his lips, it took everything in me to stop from shooting my load.
All the blood rushing to my head had me feeling lightheaded, which wasn’t helping matters at all. Especially when Atlas—very slowly, as if to cause me even more agony—pushed the toy inside himself.
Any jealousy I had when I’d found the half-empty box of condoms had been completely replaced with lust from the demonstration on how the condom had been used. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from the suited up dildo and the way Atlas’ pucker stretched so expertly to accommodate the girth of the toy.
I thought the sounds coming from Atlas’ lips would be my undoing, until I learned what real torture was when Atlas started fucking himself with the toy all while screaming my name.
My hand fervently stroked my cock in time with the thrusts of the dildo. Atlas’ hips rocked, and I fisted my cock harder. Our movements were so in sync, it was almost like I was the one fucking him all while getting this spectacular view.
I was so fucking close to the finish line, and even though I would love nothing more than to finish inside of him, Atlas put in all this effort to give me this show. As the audience, I should respect that.
Except, our eyes met, and the pure heat in Atlas’ greens lit my blood on fire.
“Hector…want you inside me,” Atlas moaned, and that was my cue to go from audience to performer.
I was on my feet in seconds and flinging myself over the foot of the bed to get to him. A deafening moan escaped him when I pulled out the dildo and replaced it with my dick.
Atlas pulled me close, and smashed our lips together in a kiss that was almost devouring. That was enough to tip both of us over until I was painting his insides with my pleasure while Atlas spilled over our abs.
Our kisses turned languid and breathless as we basked in each other.
“I love you,” he murmured over my lips.
“Love you more,” I breathed back, which only had Atlas smirking. I knew he wanted to argue that point, but I pulled him in for more kisses before he could.
We had the rest of our lives to debate over who loved the other more, not that it mattered. In the end, I knew I had all the luck in the world to be so loved by this man.
That’s a wrap for Promised Chance and my Promises, Promises series! I hope you loved them! If you’re curious on what to read next, have you checked out my Corio Heights series?
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