Page 121 of The Fates We Tame

I can feel my own orgasm start to build, but my eyes are firmly fixed on Sophia. The way her eyelids are wide open. The way her mouth forms an O, like she can’t believe how intense it all feels.

The cuts on my chest throb.

A shiver runs down my spine; my balls tighten.

“I need you to come soon, Sparrow, or I’ll be finishing you off with my mouth.”

Sophia’s back arches, but she presses her fingertips to her initial on my chest. Her fingers slide in the blood as my wounds burn.

“Theo,” she cries, and I feel her cunt spasm, choking my own orgasm from me.

I come in achingly powerful waves that bring clarity: I already love my wife. As I reach for her and tug her down to me, drenched in the scent of her, the intensity of it all hits me.

My life took this unexpected detour. But without it, I wouldn’t have met Sophia.

Without it, I wouldn’t be me.

I once overheard Rae talking to Briar about this concept that in every minute, you have the chance to become a completely different person. That you can change the direction of your life. Change your outlook. Even change your surroundings and your job to align with the new vision you have for yourself.

I’m Theo. I’m Switch. I’m an Outlaw. I’m a medic. I’m a son and brother. And I’m a husband in love with his wife. And I can live my life however the fuck I want.

Losing my memories has no impact on the decisions I make today about how I show up in the world. Knowing how many lives I saved or took doesn’t need to impact the choices I make in this moment.

“I get to wake up tomorrow, with you here in my bed, in my arms, and it’s the best fucking decision I ever made.” I kiss her neck and she shivers.

“What if I run away tonight?” she asks.

I roll the two of us over. “Do I need to tie you to my bed so you don’t?” I take my weight in my arms so I can look at her, grateful that my hand no longer cramps. I don’t miss the way her pussy clenches.

Sophia blushes. “It’s not a bad idea.”

I reach between us and ease my cock out of her before tugging her down next to me, too blown away by the sex we just had to deal with the condom straightaway. “Next time, I’m going to get some handcuffs and secure you to the bed with them.”

Sophia rolls onto her side. “What else should we try?” she asks.

“You trying to get me hard again?” I turn my head to face her.

She runs a finger down my face. “Maybe. I don’t know. I’m curious. Every position is new to me. I watched this show while I was at the center. Some billionaire guy basically sex trafficked this girl and then they had this ‘I hate you I love you’ kind of relationship with super-hot sex in it. It was the first time I masturbated…well, probably not the first time, but you know, since the whole…well. Anyway…”

I feel my cock stir and slip off the old condom before it becomes tight on my cock again. “Like I said, are you trying to get me hard again? You can’t be telling me you watched chick porn and touched yourself, because that’s something I’d pay to see.”

She glances over at the side table. “Well, you did give me eighty dollars already tonight. You should get your money’s worth.”

I groan as I rub a hand over my face. “I think I just died and went to heaven.”

Sophia laughs. “You know what I mean…I feel like I’m having a second sexual awakening.”

My cock thoroughly engages in the conversation. “Then it will be my pleasure to be the warm body you take that sexual awakening out on. What do you want to try?”

She taps a finger over her lips. “Well, maybe with something beneath my hips, you could take me from behind.”

I picture it and try to think what we could use. Pillows. Sofa cushions. “Over the edge of the bed. The mattress would take most of your body weight so your legs wouldn’t have to.”

Sophia slides her hand down to my cock and strokes it gently. I twitch in her hand. “That’s a good idea.”

“What else?”

“Maybe we could get a book of positions and try them all.”