She drew back and stared at me. “Are you having second thoughts?”
Now, I put doubts in her mind. “Not at all. I know a lot has happened, and I wanted to double-check to make sure it wasn’t a trigger response.”
“Hmm.” She appeared to deeply contemplate what I said, and my worst fear was coming true. “Will you stop overthinking for one fucking minute and just kiss me?”
I didn’t need to hear anything else. Caz was self-assured and knew what she wanted, which, for some reason, was me. I might not understand it, but I definitely wouldn’t fight it. Instead, I would thank the universe for putting Caz in my life and teaching me to accept the good things without question.
EpilogueCaz
The older I got, the quicker time seemed to pass, and the more life changed. But why couldn’t things stay the same? If something wasn’t broken, was there a need to go and DIY it for fun? But I guess if I hadn’t opened the door to new possibilities, I wouldn’t be where I was today—which was overwhelmed, but surprisingly happy.
Everything began changing for me last year when I got a surprise phone call from “Shorty.” Needless to say, when I found out that Matrix, Sonya, and Devon had been playing matchmaker by calling into the show to get me to help “Shorty” find love, I wasn’t pleased. They all thought Shiloh and I would be perfect together and took it upon themselves to interfere in our lives—nosy bastards.
However, how could I stay mad at them when Shiloh was by far the best thing that had ever happened to me? Besides, it wasn’t like I could easily cut them out of my life. I had to see them regularly because Matrix was my friend and Devon was his girlfriend, so they were in by default. And Sonya, well, I never would have believed it, but she became my producer once Matrix officially quit.
As flighty as she was, she was damn good at her job. She could record and edit things—dare I even think it—better than Matrix. Not to mention, she was on point with audience engagement and even joined me on air sometimes. It was working out better than I could have imagined and wasn’t what was causing me stress.
And after the incident with Davia, where she was charged with administering a controlled substance without consent, attempted blackmail, and theft, a judge sentenced her to a year in prison and awarded me a handsome sum of money as restitution. Sure, she would probably be getting out soon if she hadn’t already, but I wouldn’t worry about her as long as I got my monthly payment.
So, I was in that situation where I again felt like my life had it all. But did that mean it was time for the other shoe to drop? They always said that things would happen when you least expected them, but did that mean they had to occur at the same time? I never thought I would say this, but there could be too much of a good thing—if you couldn’t keep your head above water to enjoy any of it.
And even though most of the events in my life were positive, any kind of transformation was hard. It meant something had come to an end, which in turn meant something new had to begin. It was like a double whammy of anxiety.
Right now, I was closing on my condo with some unsuspecting twentysomething hipster who thought they were getting a steal of a deal for prime real estate, and I was washing my hands of the more-than-minor inconveniences that place caused me. Was I happy to be out of that overpriced box? Most definitely. Was I scared as hell to be moving in with Shiloh? You better fucking believe it.
Yes, Shiloh and I were still going strong, but we hadn’t lived together—we hadn’t had to face the problems of co-parenting, which would now be a thing since we adopted a three-year-old pit. She was the cutest blue nose I’d ever seen, but how would I be as a full-time dog mom? I didn’t know. It was one more thing that added to the uncertainty that hung over me like a dark cloud.
Oh, and did I mention I completely revamped my show? Instead of My Life Unscripted, Shiloh and I started Shorty and Caz’s Journey of Love. Shiloh still did her meal planning business in the comfort of my studio instead of being trapped with Yoni, who wanted to sabotage our relationship. With Shiloh’s notoriety on the show, she didn’t need to work with Yoni anymore, so she quit. Now, she and I were building an empire of sorts, and I adored every moment.
She and I went together like chocolate bacon. She was by far the sweet to my salty, but we balanced each other. Our exchange was simple yet profound—she coated my crispy edges with her soft gentleness. The two of us have had something that inspired others, and I wanted to share that hope.
The audience loved our story, and our witty banter kept them tuning in. We answered callers' questions, but we also focused on the problems we had faced and how we worked through them—issues that many people were too afraid to admit they had.
For example, the first fart. It wasn’t something people discussed, but I found out that if I stayed over, Shiloh would give herself horrible cramps by holding in her farts. If I was supposedly her person and loved her more than I could fathom, why did she think she needed to hide the fact that she had a gassy ass? Did she think I believed beautiful creatures like herself emitted delicate fragrances? It wasn’t a conversation she enjoyed having over the air, but I found it helped many people become more comfortable with the aspect of living with someone and how to broach those unsavory topics.
But we also turned the tables and discussed a subject everyone loved—sex. Even though my show no longer let the audience decide what ventures I would take, I polled their input on sex toys and positions to try. While there were some big flops, Shiloh and I were not the cause. Our chemistry was incredible, and as awkward as we could be in public, we were like synchronized swimmers in the bedroom. Any catastrophes we had were caused by misunderstanding the directions for the position or using a toy that a man engineered.
Regardless of the journey, the outcome for us was always the same: the best sex we ever had. I knew that sounded corny, but it was the truth. When you were with someone who you could laugh in the bedroom with but then turn around and fuck them speechless, how could you not enjoy every time you were with them? There was nothing off limits for us because we had trust and safety, and we only wanted the other person to feel good. If that wasn’t happening, we would throw in an audible and make it work—which was where we were today.
“Okay, spread your legs wider, and here, let me lift your ass.” I easily put her in position. As I studied the picture, I slid two pillows under her back. “Okay. How does that feel?” I stared into her mesmerizing eyes, and she giggled.
“Am I supposed to feel something? I’m just lying here on a couple of pillows.”
“Well, I haven’t started the magic yet. But I wanted to check to see if you were comfortable first.” I gave her a raised eyebrow that she was so jealous of because she couldn’t do it. Then I kneeled between her legs and took two fingers, gliding them along either side of her clit. My strokes were slow and deliberate, while my free hand gently squeezed her nipple.
“Fuck,” she breathed out in pleasure, and I skillfully intensified my movements.
Her hips were rocking to the rhythm of my fingers, and I reached for the suction toy.
“Here, you can use this.” I turned it on before handing it to her.
“What are you going to do?” She stared at me while I kept dragging my nails up and down her wet lips.
I leaned between her legs, getting close enough for her to feel my presence without physically touching her. “Why don’t you wait and find out?” When I exhaled, my warm breath brushed against her glossy core, making her tremble.
Then I waited for her to place the suction where my fingers had been. Once she had the toy in the desired position, I playfully traced my tongue along her entrance, causing her to gasp. Then I opened her wider with my fingers to let myself fully taste her pool of desire. I moved deeper inside while her hips rocked toward my face. I glided my nose up and down her slit, making sure to use every part of my face to please her and arouse every one of my senses—she was irresistible.
By the time her juices dripped off my chin, she was ready for some deeper penetration. Three fingers easily went inside, and she shuddered.
“Oh shit.”
As I applied pressure to the front wall, her pussy tightened around my fingers. The connection between us was electric. Every caress of my fingers caused her body to surge with anticipation. Then, with a quivering sigh, it appeared her body surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, releasing a torrent of liquid ecstasy that enveloped us. Her body trembled incessantly, as if aftershocks were surging through her veins.
I stayed inside as she rode out the sensation, but she threw the clit sucker behind her as she flopped her arms above her head limply. When she appeared completely spent, I removed my fingers and gently glided through her slick juices, arousing her already tender nerves.
“You have to stop. I’m going to pass out.”
“Well, I’d say we found a winner, yeah?” I waggled my brows, and she couldn’t even formulate a response. “I’ve never known you to only go one round.”
“Yeah, well, you’ve never made me squirt before.” She let out a deep exhale, like it was her dying breath.
“Touche. But that sounds like a challenge.” I laughed.
“I would hit you if I could move. But I think all my energy was tied up in the orgasm.”
I curled next to her, kissing the sensitive spot on her neck that always made her giggle, but she took her chin, pushing me out of the crevice. “Why won’t you let me in?”
She whispered exasperatedly, "That's what she said," and I burst into uncontrollable laughter.
“Oh my god, I fucking love you.”
“I’m not saying that right now. You know I do, but if I die, I don’t want you to constantly wonder if I loved you or what you did to me.”
“That makes no sense. If you die, you’d rather I not hear you say those words at all. Then I’ll constantly question if you actually loved me. It seems like the reason doesn’t matter as much as the fact that you do.”
“Will you stop arguing and kiss me?” Instead of letting me have another witty retort, she silenced me with her lips.
This was the thing about us. From our lighthearted banter, the intensity between us would quickly ignite into a passionate and insatiable desire. As I allowed myself to get lost in this moment, I realized how complete my life was.
All the pieces of my puzzle were in place, and she was the reason. If it wasn't for her, I would have remained trapped in a comfortable hell, oblivious to what living truly meant. And together, we get to embark on a new story, where the sound of our laughter filled the air and love surrounded us—this was the unknown heaven.
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