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  “Shhhhh,” she says, but she soon lets out a soft coo. “Oh my god.”

  Her pussy tightens around my cock and I can feel her juices dripping onto me.

  “You’re making me come, Wesley.”

  I hold onto her hair and pull her head back a little bit, up against the wall, and kiss her neck while she comes all over my cock. I take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck on it as I cram my cock all the way into the back of her pussy. She squeezes her legs around my ass and says, “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

  I can’t take it anymore, and I let myself go with a powerful release of mind and body.

  We come together, literally and figuratively, further proof that we fit together exactly right.

  Chapter 52 – Chelsea

  It’s my birthday, and I’m sitting around a campfire with Wesley and Taylor, two of my three favorite people, grilling fish that I caught a bit earlier with my other favorite person, my dad.

  The police have finished their investigation, and have cleared me of any wrongdoing. They’ve also assured me that Christian is going to be behind bars for a very long time.

  “This walk that my dad took your mom on is really lasting a long time,” I tell Taylor.

  “I guess it’s extremely romantic,” she replies.

  “Well, I’d wanted to wait until they get back, but that might never happen,” Wesley says. “And perhaps it’s a good thing that it’s just the three of us.”

  “For what?” I ask, looking at Taylor’s face to see if she’ll reveal anything, but she’s just smiling her wide, beaming grin.

  “For your birthday present,” Wesley answers. He reaches into the backpack by his chair and pulls out a wrapped gift. “This is from Taylor and me, together.”

  “Oh you guys,” I say. “You shouldn’t have.”

  But I’m smiling.

  I peel back the paper, and squeal in surprise.

  “Oh my god,” I shout. “Is that what I think it is?”

  My Spanish still isn’t that great, but Pablo Neruda’s name is the same in both languages, and I know that a loose translation of the book’s title from Spanish to English is The Lost Poems.

  “This is the only book my mom didn’t have in her collection!” I exclaim.

  “I know,” Wesley says. “You told me about it. And I happened to know that your BFF Taylor here is a Latin American literature student…”

  “…who is doing a research work/ study job with a Chilean professor,” Taylor finishes for him. “So it all worked out quite nicely, to be able to have my boss call in a special favor with some family members of his back in Chile. Apparently this book is all over the used bookstores there. All I had to do was ask.”

  “Is that all?” I say, with a grin still filling up my entire face.

  It was right there within my reach the whole time. I just had to have Wesley and Taylor’s help to get it.

  “That you guys so much,” I say. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

  “Happy birthday,” they both say.

  “Whatever helps you feel closer to your mom,” Wesley says. “You know that she will always be a very important part of your life.”

  “And so are you guys,” I tell her. “I never want to not have either of you in my daily life ever again.”

  “I’m sorry I got in the way of your happiness with Wesley,” Taylor says.

  “I know you didn’t mean it. You were just trying to look out for me.”

  “Well,” Taylor says, looking as if she doesn’t know if she should say anything further, but deciding to anyway. “I guess there was an aspect of jealousy there. I kind of went out of my way for a while to find and focus on reasons I thought Christian wasn’t good for you, instead of the obvious reasons why he was. I guess it’s just hard sometimes, and a little lonely, being the third wheel.”

  “I understand,” I tell her. And I really do. For most of our friendship it’s been Taylor who has had a lot of dates and a revolving door of boyfriends. I’ve been the one on the sidelines. “There were quite a few suspicious things that you had every right to be wary of. I’m just glad you came around and realized how awesome Wesley is.”

  “And I’m glad you did too,” Wesley says to me.

  “Oh my god,” Taylor exclaims. “I just got a text.”

  “How weird,” I tell her. “My phone hasn’t had reception.”

  “Mine either, but a bunch are randomly coming in now.”

  She looks at her phone. “One of them is from Mandy’s mom. She says Mandy is out of her coma and starting to recover. We can go visit her next week, as soon as we get back. She also said that no one knew how serious of a problem Mandy’s partying had become or that it had gotten so out of hand. Mandy has agreed to seek help and stop drinking and doing any other kind of drugs.”

  “That’s awesome,” I say. “I’m glad she’ll be okay. And I know she can do whatever she sets her mind to. Her discipline on the mat is awesome. But I wonder when or if she’ll be able to come back. I just can’t believe all of this has happened.”

  “Me neither,” Wesley says. “I thought I was leaving drama behind when I left Huningdale, but I didn’t realize I’d run right smack back into it at Calton.”

  “But you’ve managed to avoid being the one to cause the drama. Congratulations,” I say. Both he and Taylor laugh.

  Then I decide to face the facts and address the obvious elephant in the room, which I hadn’t even had the courage to face last night when Wesley and I were alone, because I just wanted to enjoy being reunited with him, and the hot sex too of course.

  “I bet you can’t wait to get back to playing for a good team,” I tell him. “Now you’ll probably be able to go back to Huningdale next year, since you’ve gotten back into the administration’s good graces.”

  “I already do play for a good team,” Wesley says.

  “What?” I ask, incredulous.

  “And that’s why I told Coach Thompson I’m going to stay at Calton for good and play for the Wildcats for the rest of my college career.”

  “Really?” I can’t believe it, but from his mischievous, handsome smile I know it’s true.

  Just then I hear my dad’s voice, as he and Taylor’s mom come up to us, having finished their walk.

  “Did I hear my name?”

  “Wesley just told Taylor and me the good news,” I tell him. “That he’ll be staying at Calton.”

  My dad beams happily. “And let me just add on to the good news while we’re at it,” he says.

  Taylor’s mom holds up her ring finger.

  “I want to be the one to tell them!” she shouts. “He proposed!”

  “Yay!” says Taylor, and runs over to hug her mom.

  Now I see what all her excitement has been about. I’ve never seen her mom so happy. My dad either, for that matter.

  Wesley and I join them for another group hug.

  This is the best birthday I ever could have asked for.

  Chapter 53 – Wesley

  The following week, I go to pick up Chelsea from her house.

  I still can’t believe I can walk right up and knock her front door.

  “Hello Wesley,” Coach Thompson says, as he answers it. “I hear that you’ve come to take my daughter on a date.”

  “Yes I am, Coach,” I say.

  He raises his eyebrows at me and clears his throat.

  I quickly correct it to, “I mean, Sir.”

  Our first real, out in the open date. No more secrets. No more hiding. This is so fucking great.

  “I hope you understand that my daughter is a very precious treasure,” Coach Thompson says. “You break her heart, I’ll break your leg. And then I’ll be one good quarterback short of a football team. So don’t make me do it.”

  “Only a good quarterback?” I ask him. “Come on. I’m better than good.”

  “Reynolds,” Coach Thompson snaps. “I’m serious.”

  “Yes sir.” I smile at him, and mean it. “I won�
��t break your daughter’s heart, sir. If anything, she’ll be the one breaking mine.”

  “That’s more like it.”

  “Dad,” Chelsea groans, coming to the door. “I told you not to get in the way.”

  She looks great. A short skirt over those curvy hips, and her hair pulled back into a cute ponytail. I kind of wish we could just stay here and have a different kind of fun than what we’d already planned.

  But I’m not going to change my mind about this date.

  I’m not going to back down. It’s time to face my fears head on.

  “I just wanted to wish you and Wesley well,” Dad says. “I hope you have a good date, Sweetheart.”

  “Thanks Dad,” Chelsea says, and rolls her eyes.

  “Ready?” I ask her.

  “Definitely,” she says. “But I think I should be the one asking you that question. Are you ready?”

  “Definitely,” I say.

  “Are you sure? You don’t have to do it.”

  “I’m sure, Chelsea. I’ve never been surer of anything in my fucking life.”

  “Hey. Watch your language,” Coach Thompson cuts in.

  “Dad, you’re not supposed to be here anymore. Don’t you and Sherry have something to do? Wedding planning or something?”

  “All right, all right, I’m leaving. And the wedding isn’t for a year. What’s the rush? We’re already two old people.”

  * * *

  Half an hour later, we stand in line waiting to get into the amusement park as paying customers. Then we walk through the park and stand in line again, this time to ride The Beast.

  It still looks menacing, towering over our heads, but I’m not nearly as scared as I was before.

  “You’ve already warmed up for this by riding The Rattler,” Chelsea says, as we near the beginning of the line.

  “Chels, driving up to the lake cabin with your dad, wondering what had happened to you and if you were okay, was the scariest experience of my life. If I can get through that, I can get through anything.”

  “Little did you know I had it handled,” she says, grinning.

  “Yes you did.”

  I grab her, and kiss her before I resume talking.

  “And I’m so glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I…”

  “Hey, Lovebirds,” shouts one of the ride operators. “Break it up. Time to get on the ride, if you really wanna go.”

  “We really wanna go,” I tell him, grabbing Chelsea’s hand and pulling her onto the ride.

  He had really bad timing in interrupting what I wanted to tell Chelsea, but I know they’ll be another chance soon.

  “Wow, you really do want to ride this ride with me,” Chelsea says with a laugh, as we sit down and buckle ourselves in.

  “I really, really, really fucking do.”

  My heart quickens its pace as the ride starts, but it’s more like pleasant excitement than sheer terror. We grab hands and there’s an immediate drop— no nice warm-up portion like on The Rattler.

  “Oh. My. God!” We yell together.

  It’s scary. It’s exhilarating. It’s perfect.

  It’s everything that life should be.

  It’s everything I love that I have with Chelsea.

  And as the roller coaster comes to an end, I look at her. Her hair is blown all over the place, her cheeks are red and the wind is still hitting us.

  I’m glad I didn’t say it back when we were in line.

  This is a much better time.

  “I love you, Chelsea.”

  She looks like she might cry.

  But then she smiles, and says, “I love you too, Wesley.”

  We kiss again, and ignore the same operator who yelled at us to get onto the ride, who is now yelling at us to get off.

  “Hold on,” I finally tell him, when I come up for air. “Give us a minute, will you? I just went on the ride of my life. And I fucking loved it. I don’t ever want it to end.”

  Epilogue – Chelsea

  “And now we have a very special dance,” the DJ announces. “It’s a father/ daughter dance, between the groom and his daughter Chelsea.”

  The spotlight is on Dad and me now, and all of his and Sherry’s wedding guests cheer. The entire football team is here, including Wesley of course. Last season the Wildcats were football conference champions and this season is already shaping up to be another good one.

  As we dance to “Butterfly Kisses,” I swear I see a tear in my dad’s eye. That’s a rare thing, because he almost never cries.

  “It was a beautiful wedding, Dad,” I tell him. “Everything was absolutely perfect.”

  “Thank you for your support,” he says. “I know it was hard to get used to the idea, and I would never want to replace your mother…”

  “I know,” I tell him, squeezing his shoulder. And it’s true. I was filled with joy at the wedding, seeing him happier than he’d been since my mom was here with us. “And I know that mom would be glad that you’re happy, just like I am.”

  I adjust the boutonniere he’s wearing. It’s a daisy, my mom’s favorite flower, in her honor. There’s one in my hair, too. And I read a Pablo Neruda poem during the ceremony.

  I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

  in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

  It felt like an homage to the way the relationship started out between my dad and Taylor’s mom. And also the way that my relationship with Wesley started out.

  The dance ends, and the DJ clears his throat.

  “And now the groom’s daughter and the bride’s daughter would like to pay tribute to their parents,” he says. “So they’ve prepared a surprise.”

  “What?” My dad asks, his mouth open.

  “Come on,” I say, leading him over to a chair beside Sherry. Taylor is already walking over to the DJ’s booth to collect the pom-poms we had hidden there. “You know that Taylor and I have a flair for the dramatic. You had to be expecting this.”

  “Ya’all ready for this?” blasts over the speakers, and Taylor and I begin the routine I’d choreographed, which is an Evolution of Dance sequence that goes through songs reminiscent of my dad and Sherry.

  Taylor and I start with “My Girl,” and then our entire squad joins in for “Hooked on a Feeling,” “Treasure” and “The Way You Look Tonight.”

  They do a fantastic job, but I’d expect nothing less. We ended up winning Nationals, and this year with our new cheerleaders— and Mandy, who successfully completed physical therapy and rehab— we’re an even better squad that will undoubtedly win again.

  Everyone was very supportive during Christian’s trial, and he’ll be locked up for a very long time. Testifying was difficult, as it forced me to remember that awful day, but I’m glad that all of that ended before my dad’s wedding, so that now I can just relax and enjoy it.

  Finally, Taylor and I finish up with rewritten words to The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air that we rap while the rest of our squad members dance. We end with the victory cheer we always do after the Wildcats win, which is also switched up to be personalized for my dad and Sherry.

  Let’s go Reynolds

  (Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)

  He is Coach Reynolds

  And she is

  Way to go Reynolds

  (Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)

  Way to marry Hudson

  (Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)

  Let’s go to their wedding

  (Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)

  They’ll live happy ever after

  (Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)

  Let’s go Reynolds

  (Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)

  Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds

  (Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)

  Go on your honeymoon

  (Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)

  And to your happy ever after

  (Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)

  “Thank you, Sweetheart!” My dad says, as everyone joins us i
n clapping.

  “That was lovely,” Sherry agrees.

  Later, after a fun night full of dancing and celebration, it’s indeed time for them to leave for their honeymoon in the Caribbean.

  “Wait,” says Sherry’s mom. “I have to throw my bouquet first!”

  The DJ starts playing “All the Single Ladies,” and a bunch of us dutifully line up behind her.

  “One, two, three…” she says, and then tosses it over her head.

  As it arches perfectly straight in my direction, I know it’s meant to be, but I still feel rather nervous and embarrassed.

  “Chelsea! You’re next!” she says, as she turns around and doesn’t seem surprised at all that I caught it. She winks at me.

  “No pressure,” she tells Wesley.

  “Have a great honeymoon!” I tell her one last time, to change the subject. Taylor says the same thing, and then they run off to their limo.

  “I still can’t believe your dad and my mom got married,” Taylor says, scrunching up her face in mock disgust, and looking like the little girl I knew when I was eight years old.

  “Me neither,” I tell her. “But I love you. And I guess we really are sisters now.”

  “I love you too,” she says, and hugs me.

  Wesley’s standing besides me, still looking shell-shocked by the fact that I caught the bouquet, I guess.

  “How mortifying,” I tell Wesley.

  But then he’s down on one knee, looking up at me with an excited grin.

  “What?” I ask, but everyone around me begins to clap.

  He pulls out a small box and opens it up.

  It’s my mom’s engagement ring, which my dad had given her. I’d recognize it anywhere, as she’d worn it ever since I can remember and then I used to go into the top dresser drawer and look at it after she had passed away.

  “If you want something different, of your own…” Wesley starts to say, as he sees me looking down at it.

  “No, it’s perfect,” I tell him.

  I bend down and hug him, not caring who can see me cry.

  “So I guess that’s a yes?” he says, sincerely looking relieved.