50. Epilogue
KIAN
Now, what the heck am I supposed to say to something like that? Trent is always able to articulate pretty words and weave them into love confessions that rival the oldest ballads.
I don’t know what I have to offer him, but everything I have is his.
The same claims he makes can be reversed to him as well.
“Ditto.”
He smiles at me, and I realize in that moment that Trent doesn’t need words of affirmation like I do.
Like I’ve always needed.
He’s quick to supply me with words to relay his love for me, but he needs me to show my love in different ways.
In planning dates for us, because his excitement when I do that is like no other.
I’ve learned a lot from our time apart, but even this first therapy appointment has set me on the straight and narrow for being a better human and a better partner for Trent.
Someone who’s learning to communicate, and can voice when they're upset and not have it lead to arguments or silent treatments.
It’s going to take a lot to get over the trauma from my childhood and the trauma that has been festering inside of me.
But with the help of Trent and Mitch, I know I can do anything.
We sit on the shoulder, only a few cars driving by, so I’m not too worried about us being in danger.
But how can I even think of that when Trent’s mouth is on mine and his hand is twined in my hair, gripping the strands and sparking nips of pain and pleasure.
“I love you, Trent.
I always have.
I always will,”
I murmur against his lips, and I can feel his mouth form into a smile.
“So, can you tell me where we’re going now?”
“Nope.”
He leans back, letting go of his grip on me and replacing both hands on the steering wheel.
I gape at him, my dick rock hard in my pants, and the rest of me begging to be put out of my misery.
Trent double checks that no one is coming and pulls back onto the road.
The playlist is still streaming through the speakers–our playlist that we made.
Every song through every phase of life we’ve had together.
I’ve added a few new ones, and I can’t wait for him to listen to them later.
The buildings morph to houses and then to trees as we take the familiar road to one of our favorite places.
“You brought me to the park?”
He doesn’t say anything as he parks the truck, turning it off and getting out.
I stay put, like the princess I am, and wait for him to open the door.
Trent doesn’t open my door.
Instead, he opens the door to the backseat, and I hear him rustling around.
The temptation to look is there, but I refuse to give in to it.
I don’t need to be nosey.
I peek over my shoulder and see Trent pulling out a bundle of blankets, and my heart stutters in my chest.
Are we going to have a picnic? I freaking love having picnics here with him.
It’s one of the constants we do.
But I don’t care.
This is our spot, and I’ll come out here every day with him if that’s what he wants.
I twiddle my thumbs while I wait.
When he must finally be happy with whatever he was doing, he comes and opens my door.
“Were you waiting patiently for me?” he asks.
I nod my head, still patiently waiting for him to get out of my way so I can get out of the truck and see what he has planned for us.
This is going to be so much better than going to Mitch’s.
Sorry, Mitch.
Trent doesn’t move.
Instead, he reaches across me and unbuckles my seat belt for me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into him.
I squawk and hurriedly wrap my arms and legs around his body, like a koala, so he won’t drop me.
“What are you doing?”
I exclaim, happiness bubbling through me.
He holds me tight, keeping one hand banded across my back and the other one supporting my ass.
I think he just wanted to touch my ass, if I’m being honest, but I’m not complaining.
He can cop a feel if he wants.
Multiple, preferably.
When he rounds the back of the pick up and sits me on the tailgate, he kisses me.
Hard, pushing his tongue in my mouth when I gasp at the intensity.
“What?”
I pull back, breathlessly and he presses a kiss to my forehead.
“I might have jumped the gun, but do you remember when I told you I wrote to you every day?”
I nod, quirking my brow because he brought me to the park to give me his journal?
“Well, I realized I couldn’t just give you a journal.
I decided you needed something better.
Something that was all yours, and something you could look at whenever you wanted and know that my love for you is endless.”
“Wouldn't I get that from the journal?”
Confusion laces my tone, because I have no idea where he’s going with this.
Unless, in the journal, he also writes about how much he hates me, and he’s using another gift to make up for how sad I’ll be when I read it.
“Yes, you would also get that from the journal… But I wanted something more.”
He gestures to the black box, way too big to hold just a journal.
“Open it, Ki,” he says.
I hesitate, my fingers slowly reaching toward it like I imagine bomb techs do when they see something suspicious.
Trent doesn’t rush me, just watches as I pull the box toward me and peel off the lid.
Once I see what’s inside, my jaw drops.
I don’t make a remark but the only thought flitting through my mind is that it’s way too expensive.
Way, way too expensive of a gift.
“Well?”
Trent asks, while I hold the camera in my hand.
The Nikon Z8.
An expensive camera, but it’s supposed to be one of the best on the market for landscape photography.
Tears that I can’t stop stream down my face.
It’s not the gift that has me crying.
Not the cost or whatever the heck else. But the thought that went into it. He sat in that coffee shop, listening to me talk about photography, and went out and found the best one for what I wanted to do.
“Why are you so good to me?”
I ask him, my voice cracking and shattering with every word tore out of my chest.
“Because, Kian.
You deserve the best.”
He wipes my tears away with his thumbs, cradling my face in his hands.
I turn my head to press a kiss against his palm.
“That’s not all, though.”
I cough out a laugh, because how could he top this?
“I’ll give you a minute to get it out, and get the settings all figured out, but there’s one last thing to show you,” he says.
Trent watches me while I flip the dials and check the lighting.
It’s perfect.
I jump off the tailgate and grab his hand.
“Show me whatever you think it is that can top this gift.”
Because I doubt anything will be better than this.
We cut across through the line of trees and into the clearing in the park where I first watched Trent, and where our love story truly began.
I sneak pictures of him when he’s not looking, catching his side profile and the thick stubble that is growing on his cheeks.
Stepping on twigs and hearing them crunch underneath our shoes, I keep my eyes on the ground so I don’t trip over anything when we get closer to the clearing.
That would be my luck to trip and fall and break an ankle, embarrassing myself and ruining whatever surprise it is that Trent has planned for me.
“Surprise,”
he says, pulling me into his side and staring at the open clearing.
“Uhm–It looks great,”
I offer, not sure what I’m looking at.
“I would hope so since it was a little pricey.
I just thought you’d be more excited, he remarks.
I stare at him, flabbergasted. “Pricey?”
Dinah
The cool wind is a balm against my heated flesh, as the sun’s rays bear down on me.
The clean and abundant smell of wildflowers fills my nose with their floral scent, and a blue Morpho butterfly tickles my finger as it wiggles on its surface.
I lie contently on the thick, red, checkered blanket, in the middle of the field of flowers Sammy planted for me.
This is my paradise, surrounded by all of nature’s beauty, far away from the city, and all the people who always want something from me.
I’m so grateful that we have gotten to come back to live here, undisturbed.
To the manor house that I shared with Sammy, before all this mess with getting my vengeance first began.
It took a lot of death and destruction, and even some negotiation in the end, but the four of us are finally free, to live our lives the way we see fit.
My father wasn’t right about much, but he was correct that the world would need to burn to be rebuilt, and so I set fire to it, burning Brotherhood men, and sympathizers, out of their rat holes, and sending them off to the next life.
My soul is black, and my hands are permanently tinged red from all the blood I have spilled.
I have no regrets, not one for my actions. I did what my mother bid me to do; I avenged her, and every woman who suffered under the Order.
The newly established government has had a rocky start.
Not everyone was keen on a woman president, or any woman holding any office.
Some even tried to derail the honorable elections, but they quickly realized that was a mistake, when they received a visit from the Unholy Ghost.
There are no more sacred wives and daughters.
No more class systems dividing us, and no more rebels fighting against oppression, as we are all equal now.
It’s been a year since I stood on that balcony, and became a symbol for a new world.
Men and women joined, in a united cause, to heal the earth from the suffering and misdeeds of the people who came before us.
“Nightstar, you’re going to burn that pretty skin, lying here naked in the sun.”
I grin up at a scowling Sammy, and widen my legs, so he gets a good look at my soaked pussy.
Abe, the little psycho, decided I needed to be filled with his cum, before I came to relax amongst my flowers.
I lift myself onto my elbow, the pretty butterfly fluttering away on the breeze, and lift the bottle of Zeke’s homemade wine to my lips, taking a deep gulp.
My eyes never leave his handsome and rugged face.
His tongue swipes across his bottom lip in a teasing manner, heating my blood as his deep blue eyes darken further.
He reaches for the button of his navy pants, his cock tenting before him, and showing me that he’s more than ready for me.
He pushes them off his body, his boots flying in different directions in his haste, and rips his shirt over his head, and just like every time he willingly shows us his scars, I want to kiss every single inch of him.
“Fuck, Dinah, you’re drenched.
Have you been playing with yourself out here, or did one of those fuckers fill you up?”
A smirk crosses my face, as I use the bottom of the wine bottle to trail circles along my erect nipple, and goosebumps rise along my flesh.
“Abe filled me up before I came out here.”
He releases a groan, and drops to his knees between my legs, using his broad shoulders to pull them apart, until his face hovers above my needy clit.
“Where are those two assholes now?”
I lean my head back and stare up at the beautiful blue sky, the puffy white clouds moving slowly by, as Sammy licks down my pussy lips and sucks hard on my clit.
“Fuck, that feels so good.
Don’t stop,”
I demand, as I spill some of the wine down my breast.
His hand reaches up and tweaks my nipple between two of his thick fingers, and it rips another moan from my lips.
“I asked you a question, Nightstar.”
He pulls away from my throbbing bundle of nerves, and I want to scream, fuck, he was making me feel so good, and I can feel the stirrings of an orgasm ready to rise up my spine.
“Abe said something about fucking Zeke over a barrel of wine, but I’m not really sure.
I was in an orgasm coma at the time.”
One of his thumbs starts rubbing circles over and over against my clit, and I groan as my hips lift right off the blanket.
The fucker knows I want him to slip something inside of me, his fingers, tongue, or cock, but he’s teasing me instead, and getting me all worked up.
He reaches forward and seizes the wine bottle from me, taking a deep gulp of the remainder of the red wine, before splashing some down my collarbone, the middle of my breasts, and into the dip where my bellybutton resides, and then licking a path with his tongue to clean me up.
His hard cock pushes against the inside of my thigh, coating me in his drops of precum, and I try to angle my body so he can impale me.
“Stop being naughty and impatient, Dinah, or I’ll spank your ass, and leave you without an orgasm, while using your throat as my personal cum dumpster.”
Well, fuck, that doesn’t sound like the punishment he thinks it is.
He moves the cool glass bottle against my swollen throbbing pussy lips, back and forth, coating the base in my juices, before bringing it to his lips and licking it clean.
With a deep animalistic growl, he slips the neck of the wine bottle against my tight hole, and pushes it inside of me, while I squirm at the cool intrusion, and lift my ass right off the blanket.
“Shit, Sammy!”
I moan as he begins short, shallow thrusts inside of my pussy.
“Does it feel good, Dinah? Do you like it when I fuck your pussy with this bottle, like a slut, out here in the open, where anyone could see you spread out and begging for more?”
Sammy’s definitely been taking lessons from Abe’s fucking dirty mouth, not that he needed them to begin with.
“Fuck, yes.
More, harder, please, Sammy!”
He deepens his thrusts until I can feel the base of the bottle pressed against my heated flesh.
As good as it feels with the bottle inside of me, and his thumb playing with my clit, I need more.
I need a hit of pain, and to be filled up until I can’t fucking think straight, or breathe.
He must see my aroused thoughts on my face, because he flips his naked body over, until he’s now behind my head and leaning over me.
My neck arches back, and I lick a line up the rigid length of his bobbing cock, before reaching his crown and lashing it with my tongue.
I taste his precum on his tip, and it makes me groan at how good he tastes.
He doesn’t stop his rhythm with the bottle, thrusting deeper inside of me and forcing my hole to stretch, to take more of the thin bottle.
He releases his hold on the bottle, and his hand rises and slaps at my breast, before pinching the nipple hard and releasing it.
The heat from his slap, and the sharp ache in my nipple, have me losing my mind.
His body leans completely over mine, forcing his cock down my throat, as he holds himself up with one arm, and fucks me with the wine bottle once again, his tongue connecting with my clit as he lashes it, before using his teeth on my nub.
I scream with his cock lodged deep in my throat, and gag over and over, as he makes me choke on his hardness, and I try to only breathe through my nose.
“That’s my good girl, swallow me down, baby, my cum’s your favorite drug.”
Shit, I feel the orgasm racing up my limbs, like licks of fire along all my nerve endings, and my back bows with the overwhelming sensation, as I try to remember to breathe, and my body tightens and spasms at the same time.
I dig the soles of my feet into the hard ground, clenching my legs around his head, and bearing down on the bottle, until I feel a gush of wetness soaking the blanket below me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He might be the death of me yet.
What a way to go, though, with his head between my legs.
Sammy pulls away from my fevered flesh, his cock popping out of my mouth, as little aftershocks cause my core to clench over and over on the bottleneck.
His lips, nose, and chin are glistening from my cum, and there’s a pleased grin across his stern face, causing his scar to pull the tight, ravaged skin upwards.
He looks fucking sexy as hell, his dark blond waves coming loose from the man bun he wears.
He yanks the bottle from inside of me, brings it to his lips, and licks the bottleneck like a deviant, to clean off all my juices.
“You and Abe taste so fucking good mixed together, Nightstar. Zeke should consider bottling this shit up for us to drink.”
“Might be worth asking him.
That way, you could take turns fucking each other’s asses with it while I watched.”
I get a swat to my breast for my comment, as he drops the bottle back on the blanket and turns his body around, until he’s once more facing me.
“Get on your knees, beautiful.
I think I’ll fuck that sexy ass of yours now, to remind you who owns you.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
With a groan, I force my languid body to get on all fours, with my ass in the air for him.
“Fuck, Dinah, I love watching your puckered hole clench.”
He spits, and I feel the warm liquid slip between my asscheeks as he pries them apart, and slaps my right asscheek hard enough that it brings a sting to my eye.
His thumb circles my puckered hole, while the head of his cock nudges at my pussy, slipping back and forth between my pussy lips and thrusting against my clit.
Fuck, he’s trying to drive me to madness.
“Please, Sammy! Please fill me up!”
I mewl, and it sounds so loud in the silence surrounding us.
“Are you needy, baby, even after Abe filled your cunt? You want my cock to fill your sweet ass? Is my girl desperate to get fucked like a whore on the ground?”
“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, please!”
I beg without the slightest shame, knowing that Sammy is about to make me feel so good.
His cock plunges inside of my pussy, bottoming out in one glorious thrust, and his thumb slips inside of my clenching ass, and I contract all my muscles, squeezing him like a vice.
“Fuck, Dinah, don’t make me cum yet, I want to be inside your ass when I do.”
He starts a punishing tempo, our skin slapping against each other loudly, as even the sounds of nature seem to disappear, and only our pants, moans, and heavy breathing make up the music around us.
“Reach underneath and play with your clit for me, Nightstar.
I want to hear you moan my name, like it’s a fucking prayer on your lips.”
My body trembles, threatening to drop me back down to the hard earth below the blanket, as I slip my fingers down my abdomen and circle my clit, rubbing back and forth, and slipping down to where Sammy’s cock is stretching my tight hole with his girth.
“Fuck, Sammy, so good,”
I moan his name the way I know sets him, and the other two, off.
I circle his girth with my fingers, helping to milk his cock, and push him closer to losing control.
I can feel another orgasm so close to barreling down on me, and I want desperately to explode with him inside of my pussy, filling me with his cum, and joining Abe’s inside of me.
I strum and roll his testicles, and feel him lose his rhythm completely. “Dinah,”
he growls in warning, but I just smile over my shoulder at him.
“You’re being a bad girl, baby.
You know I want to fill your ass, and you’re trying to make me cum inside of your sweet pussy.”
I blow him a kiss, and he reaches forward, grabs a fistful of my hair, and yanks my face closer to his, taking my lips in a brutal kiss that is all teeth, hunger, and angry moans.
His lips and tongue taste like a combination of me, Abe, and himself together, and is fucking delicious.
He pushes inside of me so deep that it almost hurts, and he picks up speed, and fucks my pussy so hard that I can feel my skin stinging, with each slap of his thighs against my asscheeks.
His thumb disappears, and is instantly replaced by two thick fingers slipping inside of my ass, and thrusting to the same momentum as his hard cock.
A scream of pleasure erupts from inside of me, as his name becomes an incoherent prayer on my lips. “Baby, cum for me. Let me feel you explode around my cock.”
My wandering fingers return to my clit, where I apply quick pressure, teasing myself until I can barely see straight.
My body feels like it gets hit by a bolt of lightning, as the orgasm takes over and slams into me, and I feel Sammy soar over the edge with me. “DINAH!”
He shouts, so loud that birds take to the air in a panic around us, and if I weren’t so blissed out, I would crack up laughing.
We fall into a tangle of sweaty limbs back to the blanket, my body half trapped under his as he slips from inside of me, and I feel his cum sliding out of me and coating my thigh.
He kisses the back of my neck, and my shoulders, with such sweetness that it makes me sigh.
“I love you, Dinah Camrose Rothesay.
I always have, and I always will.
You were the blessing I waited my whole life for.”
I lift my head and kiss his lips, trying to show him with my mouth how much I love him.
There is never any need for words between us.
My heart knows his intimately, and they have their own language.
The crunching of footsteps warns me we are about to have company, as the other two join us.
The first one to appear in my sightline is Zeke.
He’s completely naked, and features a satisfied grin on his face.
I take in all the new bruises from his fuckery with Abe, and if I am not mistaken, he has a few stripes on his ass, and I know I am quite familiar with the belt that makes them.
He groans as he drops to the blanket next to me, and pecks my lips, before forcing me to turn on my side, so he can plaster his body to my back, while Sammy takes my front.
Their hands intertwine around me, as Zeke leans over my body and kisses Sammy’s lips with a growl.
“Fuck, you taste delicious. I see you’ve been licking my wife’s pussy.”
Sammy just winks back at him, before resting his head down on the blanket.
Abe saunters through the flowers next, an exhausted look across his face.
Serves him right, trying to fuck all of us in one go.
He thinks I don’t know he had Sammy’s throat earlier in the shower, but I fingered myself outside of the washroom, to the sounds of their moans.
“Fuck, I’m wiped, and need a nap.”
He drops to the blanket, pressing his hard, muscled body flat against Sammy’s, and using his shoulder as his pillow.
“I’ll just bet you are, fucker,”
Sammy groans as Abe instantly begins to snore, and we roll our eyes at his antics.
I lay there staring up at the sky, feeling contentment, and knowing that this right here is my happily ever after, and these three men are my home.
They will never allow me to falter, or walk in the darkness alone, and I will never leave their side.
They are mine, and I am theirs.
Abe’s pretty blue flower, Atasi.
Zeke’s precious Snow, and wife.
Sammy’s guiding Nightstar, who will always lead him home.
Even monsters deserve a happy end, and I finally have found mine.
The end for now.
“Pricey,”
he confirms, nodding his head toward the sign that is situated right along the treeline.
Where it used to say Dupont Park, it now says Kian B.
Smith Park.
“You bought me… a park?”
“Technically, I donated money to the park foundation, and they let me rename it.
But yes, this park is yours.”
I tackle him, dropping my shoulder and taking him to the ground.
With an oomph, I land on top of him.
Staring into those brown eyes I love so much and that I will love until the day I die.
“I love you.
I love you.
I love you.”
I kiss him everywhere.
On his forehead, where there’s a slight crease forming from how often he furrows his brows.
A kiss on each eyelid, protecting those chocolate irises from the harshness of the world.
Each cheek, covered with his dark stubble that slightly bites at my lips, but that’s okay.
The tip of his nose. His lips. His chin. Every part of him deserves to be worshiped by me.
"I need you to fuck me.
Here. Now,”
I demand, grinding our lower halves together and nipping at the sensitive skin of his neck covering his jugular.
“Ki.
We’re in public.”
He sounds so scandalized, but his hips meeting my thrusts are telling a different story.
He’s into it, no matter what he tries to say.
“Don’t care.
I need you too badly.
There’s no one around,”
I reason, pulling his shirt down to bite down on his clavicles, and then soothe the spot with a soft lick.
“What if–”
I cut him off, pushing myself down to where my head is level with the hard length in his pants.
“I’m going to take you out of your pants and suck you until you’re about to come.
And then, when you’re begging and pleading with me to let you come, I’m going to put your dick in my ass and ride you. ‘Kay?”