Only You

^THREE YEARS LATER^

“I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Lucas Daniel Foster! You may kiss the bride.”

Lucas took one look at his little hippie and dipped her, smashing his lips into hers as the small group of attendees at the Forever Wedding Chapel in Vegas whooped and hollered.

“Congratulations to you both.” Preacher Beau smiled. “Many blessings!”

“Let’s get drunk!” Gretchen hollered as she and Heath followed behind Lucas and Layla as they strolled up the aisle of the chapel and headed out into the cool night air.

“I’m so happy for the two of you.” Shelly dabbed her eyes with a cloth. “My little girl…”

She hugged her daughter as Ron shook Lucas’s hand. “I have no doubt you’ll take care of her, Lucas. You know what I’m capable of if you don’t.”

Lucas nodded and turned to Shelly, hugging his mother-in-law. “You’ve made us so happy,” she said again, sniffing.

Bea and Ben were in attendance, and so was Fred, Layla’s biological father, who wanted desperately to have a relationship with her.

He had actually never been told about her, contrary to what Nick and Brenda had said, and he wanted so badly to make up for lost time.

“Here.” Layla walked over to Gretchen and handed her the bouquet. “It’s yours.”

Heath winked at Layla, who nudged him on the arm, knowing that later that night, he would ask Gretchen to be his wife.

“Like Heath could put up with me for all eternity!” Gretchen joked.

“I’ve put up with you for two years, and that’s felt like an eternity!” Heath teased, pulling her close to him.

Lucas couldn’t help but watch Layla as she made her rounds to the crowd, even stopping to take pictures with her siblings and Fred.

He couldn’t be this lucky. It must have been a dream.

The nightmares were rare for both of them, even with everything they’d been through. Therapy was key, even though Layla kept her very natural ways about her—including filling their home with Tibetan singing bowls and sage.

They had heard a little about what had happened at the house in the woods.

A human trafficking ring had been busted, cases reopened, people found, dead and alive. Traffickers had been convicted and sentenced—but some did not fare well in prison, to say the least.

Courtney and the kids didn’t know anything about Lucas’s involvement, but after a time, they’d stopped contacting him, as it was all too much for her to handle.

Lucas understood. He was sad over losing contact with the kids, but it was for the best.

Nick and Brenda disappeared after their meth lab was busted. Ben and Bea hadn’t heard from them, and they didn’t care to. It didn’t take blood to make you a family.

The arena was shut down and bulldozed to the ground. Evidence of any wrongdoing was destroyed, and a sprawling hotel was built on the vacant lot.

Lucas didn’t fight anymore and he rarely drank—he didn’t need to with Layla by his side.

They’d rented out Lucas’s old place after building a huge ranch house on his property miles away from that road and those woods.

After the fire, Layla had taken one last trip out to the spot, but they didn’t linger. She had needed to see for herself that it was really gone.

Lucas continued his jobs, constantly being heckled by Jefferson, who hadn’t been invited to participate in the events that had unfolded.

“You were out of town, Jefferson. It’s not like we could wait,” Lucas told him.

Layla also became the official school counselor at the local middle school and worked with her parents as much as she could.

“Are you happy?” Layla asked as the two stepped away from the crowd. Lucas stroked her hair and dragged his knuckles softly across her face. “Are you really happy?”

“Layla, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t happy. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.”

He didn’t talk about what he’d done, and she didn’t probe him. They didn’t want to relive the past over and over again as they’d done for so many years.

“If I can make you happy, baby girl, that’s all that matters.”

Gretchen laughed as a limo pulled up. “Woohoo! Newlywed sex time!”

Layla blushed as Lucas chuckled and saluted Heath as the driver held their door open. Layla slid in, followed by Lucas, who couldn’t keep away from her.

He always thought if he was without her even one day, they’d miss something important.

“Take it off of me, Mr. Foster,” Layla said softly as she stood in the master bedroom of their Vegas bungalow wearing nothing but a white silk robe. “I want you to do your worst to me.”

“You’ve no idea what you’re asking for, Mrs. Foster.” Lucas’s gaze darkened as he held his wife, leaning in to pepper her neck with featherlight kisses.

“Don’t I?” Layla asked him. “I know what I want…”

His hard cock twitched in his slacks as Layla peeled his shirt from his body and threw it to the side. The tux jacket, shoes, and socks had been tossed away as soon as they’d stepped through the door.

Layla didn’t even know when she’d lost her shoes or her dress, but she teased her husband by slipping into the bathroom and reemerging in the robe, her auburn curls flowing mercilessly around her shoulders.

Her blue eyes twinkled with desire, but they always did when it came to Lucas—everything about him made her tick.

“You want this, baby girl?” Lucas guided her hand to his bulge, a moan escaping him when she squeezed it. “Fuck…”

“That’s the plan.” Layla giggled.

The giggles, moans, her smile…everything she did went straight to his cock and his heart. Even the make-up sex was phenomenal and sometimes—just sometimes—they’d argue just so they could have said make-up sex.

“What about this?” Lucas ran his tongue over her soft lips, tasting her sweetness.

“Or this?” He pulled her hair back, allowing her neck to become more exposed so he could suckle her soft skin.

“Or this?” He ran his hands up her thighs and over her breasts, kneading them together like he’d never touched them a million times before.

“You’ve always known how to please me, Lucas,” she whispered to him. “I could never be with anyone else…”

Lucas chuckled as Layla unzipped his slacks, tugging his hard dick out of his pant. “I’ve ruined you, is that what you’re saying?”

She might have had his cock, but Lucas was plunging his fingers inside of her folds with such force that she was standing on her tiptoes, holding on to his arm for dear life.

“Yes, Lucas, you’ve ruined me…” Layla gasped at the sensations unfolding inside of her core.

“You’ve no idea what you’ve done to me, Layla,” Lucas growled. “I could never even look at another woman the way I look at you. You were made for my eyes and my eyes only.”

Lucas opened the robe, slowly shimmying it down to the floor around their feet.

“Do you like what you see?” Layla asked ever so seductively.

Lucas nodded, licking his lips as if he was already tasting her sweet juices.

“Are you wet for me, baby girl?”

Lucas pulled her into him, allowing his other hand to palm her precious mound, eventually sliding a finger inside, then two, then three. Moans escaped his little hippie as he did so. His woman. His wife.

“Cum for me, gorgeous…”

“Mmmm, how can you do this so quickly to me, Lucas?” Layla rested her head on his chest as her husband continued to taunt her with his fingers. “I’m not going to hold out at all…”

She took his cock in her hands and fisted it slowly, feeling the neediness of the fat, throbbing appendage

“That’s the plan—you falling apart in my hands,” Lucas whispered as Layla peaked and leaned into him with a squeal, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she came.

“Mmmm, but you always put me back together, Lucas.” Layla gasped as Lucas exited her core, taking his fingers into his mouth and lapping at her arousal.

“Sweet as honey.”

He watched with excitement as Layla lowered herself onto her knees, still stroking Lucas’s cock, until she steadied him in front of her face, drawing him closer so her tongue could just barely touch the precum already forming at the tip.

“Fuck…” Lucas held her head as she teased his dick, licking the knob like an ice-cream cone. “You’re killing me…”

Without warning, Layla moved in, letting Lucas’s cock hit the back of her throat with such force that even he shivered at the feeling.

“You’ve always been the one,” Lucas moaned, thrusting his hips gently as Layla took all of him over and over again. “I want to feel you, baby girl. I need to be inside of you or I’m going to lose it.”

Layla popped off his dick, smiling up at him. “Not until I feel that amazing tongue inside of my pussy first.”

Lucas picked her up and carried her over to the bed, gently cradling her underneath him as he hovered over her beautiful voluptuous body.

“I’ll do whatever you want for the rest of my life, Layla,” Lucas told her, trailing her body with his tongue and soft kisses before reaching her dripping core. “Always ready for me…”

His tongue invaded her pussy like he’d never tasted her before, sipping her nectar as she writhed beneath him, running her hand through his hair.

“Lucas! Don’t ever stop…don’t stop.”

How could he? Not when he loved her so much and lived for her. He would gladly die for her over and over again if that meant his little hippie would be happy and safe.

“I’m a mess.” Layla giggled, feeling her release building inside of her.

Lucas lifted himself momentarily. “We’re a beautiful mess, baby.”

One more slip of his tongue up and down her slit sent Layla overboard, and her orgasm hit her like a moth to a flame.

“Oh, Lucas!”

Her moans took Lucas for a whirlwind ride of ecstasy as he positioned his cock at her warm, wet entrance and plunged inside of her.

“Mmmm, yesssss… Lucas…” Layla spread her legs further apart to give Lucas all of the room he needed to please her. “I love you…”

Lucas pulled out and plunged back in, dragging his mouth to hers, letting Layla taste herself. “I love you, wife… My wife…”

Her legs wrapped around his waist, nails dragging down his back, grabbing Lucas’s ass and pulling him deeper into her pussy. “Why does it feel so good?”

“Because I love you.” Lucas looked down at his girl as he continued to plow into her, sometimes slowing down to take it all in, sometimes fucking her into the mattress as her squeals turned into one long passionate drawn-out wail that sent shivers down Lucas’s spine.

“This is all I ever want, Layla. The two of us together forever.”

That’s all she wanted too. He’d killed for her, almost died for her, and he knew she would do the same for him.

It’s what made their passion so pure, so real. They were two lost souls who’d come together by chance—and the world couldn’t even tear them apart.

He liked to watch her when he made love to her. It was probably the most beautiful sight he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Lucas!” Layla cried into his shoulder. “Foster…”

Lucas chuckled. “Layla…Foster…”

That turned her on so much to carry his name. He’d asked her what she wanted to do, and she wanted to be a Foster, she wanted people to know who she belonged to.

Even Lucas was fine with becoming a Potter or hyphenating the two names, but Layla said she needed his last name, needed everyone to know that she was taken and he’d branded her in more ways than one.

“Tell me how much you love my cock inside of you.”

Layla gasped as Lucas’s thrusts became rapid. “I fucking love your big cock inside of me, Lucas. I love it so much—I want it, and I don’t want you to hold out on me…”

Lucas kissed her lips. It was probably his favorite thing to do besides making love to her. He loved being connected in their intimate moments, but those kisses were real.

He’d always been a sucker for those luscious lips of hers.

“Get on your knees,” Lucas commanded, pulling out and flipping her over. “You know what I like.”

Layla smiled, then pushed her ass out and buried her face in the pillow as Lucas lined himself up and eased himself into her channel.

He went a little slower for good measure so the head of his cock deliberately caressed Layla’s sensitive clit.

“So deep,” Layla moaned.

“You know I’m never deep enough, baby girl.”

Layla gripped the bedsheets as Lucas took her from behind, holding on to her hips as he pushed further and further into her, stretching her walls like he always did.

“I cannot loosen you.” Lucas chuckled. “Jesus…” Her pussy tightened on his dick as he moved in and out, slowly picking up the pace. “I hear you down there—trying to stifle those moans of yours.”

Layla giggled. “I’m waiting for you to smack my ass, Lucas.”

“Oh, well, why didn’t you say so?” Lucas took his palm and tapped her on the right cheek.

“Harder…”

He did it again with a little more application.

“Harder, Lucas.”

The more she pleaded, the harder he smacked her, the faster he chased his release, eventually picking up the pace so much that beads of sweat formed on his skin and Layla’s squeals turned into grunts.

“I’m so close, Lucas,” Layla said as she lifted her head and turning to face him. “So close…”

“I know,” Lucas grunted. “I can feel you. Cum for me. Cum all over me…”

He could see her legs trembling as she closed in on her release. “Oh God, Lucas… Oh God….”

And when she came, she came hard, her body stiffening as she did so until she went limp, panting out her climax before Lucas turned her around and slipped inside of her again.

“My turn.” Lucas smiled taking her into his arms and resting his cock in her, feeling her hips push up to connect with his rhythm.

“Cum in me, husband.” Layla smiled, holding on to his shoulders as Lucas leaned in to suckle her nipples. “That feels so good… Everything feels so good…”

She could feel him growing inside of her channel, readying himself for the explosion.

“Oh fuck… Shit…,” Lucas whimpered as he drove home one more time. Their eyes locked on each other’s as he emptied his balls inside of her, shooting out his flow with so much intensity that he saw stars.

“My…goodness…,” Layla whispered, her voice cracking from exertion. “Let me on top. Let’s go for round two.”

^FIVE YEARS LATER^

“Are you nervous?” Lucas asked her. “It’s okay to be nervous, baby girl.”

Layla’s leg bounced up and down and she smiled. “W-what makes you think I’m nervous?”

Lucas held her hand, and she had a death grip on it. “Because I can’t feel my fingers.”

Layla frowned and then realized what he was saying. She loosened her hold and sighed. “I am a little nervous, but I want everything to go well.”

“Nothing is going to happen that we don’t already know,” Lucas reminded her. “This has been a long time coming, and Lewis has been thorough with us for a year now. He’s good, and we’ve got this, Little Hippie. I know you’re worried, but don’t be.”

“I know there shouldn’t be any surprises, but…” Layla choked back her tears. “I’m so ready for this, Lucas. I can’t let them go.”

“We aren’t, darling.” Lucas put his arm around her and kissed her forehead.

“They’re sleeping. I think we wore them out last night.” Layla laughed as she peered into the double stroller where the twins, Vivien and Vincent, were snoozing peacefully. “Vincent looks cute in his little suit.”

“I thought the bow tie was a nice touch.” Lucas smiled, adjusting Vivien’s blanket.

“I can’t believe they’ll be two tomorrow.” Layla shook her head. “I feel like we just started fostering them.”

“Well, they’ve been with us since they were two weeks old, baby girl.”

Lucas recalled the incredibly happy feeling he had had when they had decided to become foster parents. When the rights of Viv and Vinny’s parents’ had been revoked due to many incidents, including not caring enough to give the children names, they had pressed on for adoption.

“I just—I love them so much.” Layla’s tears came once again and she tried to straighten herself out when their attorney, Lewis, came barreling in.

“Why the tears? Sad? Happy?” Lewis sat next to them, gazing momentarily into the stroller and smiling. “Sleeping angels.”

“I am a mess, but I am so happy!” Layla watched as Vivien started to stir. “Well, look who’s awake.”

Vivien Louise reached out for Layla, who happily took her out of the stroller and let the little girl rest on her lap.

Lucas played peek-a-boo with her until Vivien giggled herself into a coughing fit, managing to wake up her brother.

“Come here, little man.” Lucas hauled Vincent Daniel into his lap and tickled him until both toddlers were a heap of laughs. “I love ya, buddy.”

“Well, let’s go in,” Lewis said as they were waved into the courtroom.

Ron and Shelly were waiting outside when the four emerged from the adoption proceedings.

“It went well? We’re grandparents?” Shelly clapped as Layla nodded, still holding Vivien and crying. “Oh no, you’ll make me cry now…”

Ron and Lucas shook hands as Vinny pulled himself into Lucas’s arms again.

“They certainly like to be held.” Ron smiled.

Lucas shot Layla a loving look. “You can blame this one. She’s never put them down long enough for them to get used to anything else.”

Layla shrugged. “They’re my babies.”

Shelly nodded. “They’ll always be your babies.”

“Are y’all coming over for dinner?” Ron asked as Lucas and Layla placed the twins in their car seats.

“You grilling tonight?” Lucas asked.

“What else do I do, Foster?” Ron winked. “See you tonight, and don’t make me wait to see my grandbabies again.”

***

At Ron and Shelly’s, Lucas and Layla watched Viv and Vinny play with some building blocks that Ron had bought them.

“I see your parents have bought out the store,” Lucas said, sipping his soda. “Have you seen the new playroom?”

“Oh my goodness… He bought them a Big Wheel already.” Layla laughed. “Did you see it in the garage?”

Lucas nodded. “Heath and Gretchen are wanting another kid. That makes three. I told him to stay off of her.”

Layla laughed. “They are having so much fun making those babies though.”

Lucas chuckled. “Your parents are very proud of you.”

“They’re proud of ~us~, Lucas, and so am I.” Layla placed her head on his shoulder as Vinny crawled into her lap. “Hey, you! Handsome little thing.”

“This is the best day of my life, Layla,” Lucas told her. “I was a fool so many times with you before we got together officially. I made some bad mistakes, and I’ll probably make more, but you always know how to tug at my heartstrings. You make me whole.”

Vivien took Vinny’s hand and led him back to the blocks.

“She’s a leader.” Lucas laughed. “Or Miss Bossy Britches!” he called out to his daughter.

“Lucas, I have spent the last eight—almost nine!—years with you, and every day has been the best day. I love you more today than I did yesterday, and now look at us! We are parents!”

Dinah and Yeehaw came bustling in, Ron yelling at them to stay away from the brisket.

“And not just parents to fur babies!” Layla giggled. “I love these babies so much…so much it hurts.”

Lucas turned to her and cupped her face, pulling her into him and planting a kiss on her lips.

“Thank you for giving me a real life, Layla. I don’t know where I’d be if it wasn’t for you. You are my everything—you and these kids and those two crazy mutts in there…”

“I couldn’t have done any of this without you, Lucas. I might not even be alive if I hadn’t trespassed on your property,” she reminded him.

He took her in—every bit of her. He wanted to remember this moment, this day. Every day might not have been perfect to people around them, but it was ~their~ type of perfect, and that was all that mattered.

“Yeah, you have a way of breaking the rules, Little Hippie,” Lucas said, recalling the day she’d blatantly disregarded his No Trespassing signs. “I never told you that I watched you do it.”

Layla smiled. “You watched me?”

Lucas nodded. “I had no idea how far you’d come up that driveway because no one ever had the courage to do so—save for the mail carriers. I thought about letting you idle on my porch, but you…”

“I what?” Layla searched his face.

“You were the most beautiful creature I’d ever laid eyes on, and I needed to be closer to you,” Lucas admitted.

Layla sighed, her face lighting up as she once again rested her head on his shoulder, taking his hand in hers.

“Thank you for loving me, Lucas, and thank you for opening that door.”

^The End^