Epilogue
Adam
Two months later…
My mouth waters at the sight of Maya on my bed in that woodland nymph costume.
Dainty horns peek out from among her locs, which flow alluringly against her peasant top and corset.
I brought her in here as the last stop on a tour of my childhood home,—we didn’t make it up here the last time—but seeing her in my room—the same room where I jerked off daily and fantasized nightly, the same room I snuck Melissa Donovan into that day after yearbook committee, and Seana Kingsley after Homecoming—awakens a primal desire to make some new sexual memories right now…
with Maya. She turns back from looking at the posters on my walls to see me staring at her like a panther. She raises an eyebrow.
“What are you thinking right now, Adam?” She quirks her mouth into a crooked smile. I lock the door and start moving towards her.
“Oh no. Wait a minute. We are not having sex, Adam!“ I’m sitting next to her on the bed now, and I put my hand on her thigh.
“Just because you’re Pan to my woodland nymph, doesn’t mean I agreed to recreate some forest magic on the same bed you jerked off in for the first time.
I laugh out load. She’s such a perv…but also…correct.
“Who said anything about sex?” I ask, trying my best to sound innocent. The horns on my head aren’t doing me any favors. I slide my hand higher up her thigh and she giggles.
“Stop it, Adam! I am NOT having sex in your childhood room.” She’s using her sexy, bossy tone and I know she’s waiting for any excuse to crack.
I wouldn’t mind pretending I snuck her into my room after skipping out on fifth period, hoping my parents don’t come home early.
I gently nibble her earlobe and feel her whole body shudder.
I move my hand up higher still, under her skirt.
She shakes her head, but leans back on the bed, unconsciously spreading her legs. I chuckle against her ear.
“Your mouth is saying ‘no’, but the rest of your body is saying ‘yes’.” I kiss down her neck into the cleavage her red dress displays beautifully, and squeeze each breast until her nipples are harder than diamonds. A small moan escapes her lips.
“Adam…Mmmm…You know I love it when you,” I slip her dress further down and pull one of her nipples into my mouth. “Uhmmm…yeah, that. But we can’t have sex in your parent’s house during a party! What if someone hears us?”
She’s breathing heavily now, and I pull her other nipple into my mouth, lightly biting it before soothing it with my tongue. She moans again, this time loud enough for me to really worry about someone hearing us, and I put my hand over her mouth.
“No one will hear us if we’re quiet.” I keep one hand over her mouth, and move the other under her dress and into her panties.
She’s soaking wet, like she was thinking about having sex before I even touched her.
I tease her clit with my fingertips and she jerks against my palm and moans again.
If my hand hadn’t been covering her mouth, someone DEFINITELY would have heard us that time.
“Tsk tsk tsk. Maya,” I say in a flirty warning. “Do you want someone to hear us?“ She shakes her head. In her eyes, I can see the fear of getting caught, along with the excitement of fucking me right here and now. She takes my hand off her mouth and pushes me onto my back, straddling my hips.
“I don’t know, Adam,” she says in her best vixen voice.
“I think it might be you who has trouble keeping quiet.” To prove her point, she grinds her heat against the ridge of my erection and I groan in pleasure.
Her smile is triumphant, and she grinds again, loving the feel of my dick twitching with need against her.
While looking down at me with a wicked grin, she reaches between us to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. My dick pushes down the rim of my boxers to land into her hand with a slap. She giggles again.
“Well, he’s certainly happy to see me.“ She uses one hand to cup my balls and the other to firmly grip the base of my cock. Her hands are so warm and her grip is so perfect that I moan and stroke uncontrolled into her hand.
“Shhh,” she whispers, and lowers herself on top of me to kiss my neck, my collarbone, and down my chest as she nimbly unbuttons my dress shirt.
Before all rational thought leaves my head, I remind myself why I brought her up here in the first place.
As much as I want to, it wasn’t to role-play about the computer geek and the sexy art student.
I savor the feeling of her mouth on my chest for a few more seconds before pushing up to a seated position and placing Maya’s plump, perfect ass next to me where it’s slightly less distracting.
She furrows her brow in question and I take both her hands in mine to reassure her.
“Don’t worry. Nothing’s wrong.” I swallow, though my throat suddenly feels dry and my tongue has mysteriously grown three sizes in the last three seconds.
It’s all in your head, Adam. “I just wanted to talk to you about something before I lose my nerve.” She squeezes my hands and all playfulness is gone from her eyes.
“OK. I’m listening. What’s up?” Her big doe eyes stare into mine and I struggle to maintain my composure. She’s just so beautiful.
“When I purchased those champagne flutes,” I begin haltingly, “I didn’t know they’d lead me to meet such an amazing woman.” She smiles warmly at the compliment and I feel more empowered to continue.
“Before you, I had a string of women that were nothing special. I didn’t even let women cuddle!
” Maya’s eyes have gone wide, but she doesn’t interrupt.
“I didn’t know it then, but I was already losing interest in the meaningless hookups.
I wanted something real; someone real.“ I avert my eyes, ashamed at my bachelor behavior. Maya continues to stroke my hand.
“I don’t feel that way anymore, Maya. I actually feel quite the opposite.” God, why am I so nervous? I love her. She says she loves me and I believe her. I take a deep breath to give myself the strength to forge ahead.
“I was wondering…would you…?” My hands start shaking and Maya looks at me with concern. She never lets go of my hands.
“Adam? What is it? You’re starting to scare me.” Shit. I knew I was going to mess this up. I take a deep breath and take Maya by the shoulders so we’re facing each other.
“All the time I’ve spent with you has been amazing.
Whether we’re playing naked Twister,” Maya covers her mouth to stifle a laugh.
“Or just ordering breakfast after a night of too many gin I won.
Noah (Iron Man, tonight) is the first to notice we’re back from our “tour of the house” and he doesn’t hide his smirk.
Busted. It might not have been the smartest to sneak off to have sex during my parents’ annual Halloween bash, but I couldn’t wait another minute to ask Maya for her hand.
We’re both beaming, and Noah’s expression turns from mischievous to curious.
He catches us at the bottom of the stairs.
“Well!!! What were you two doing?” he asks in a tone that indicates he knows exactly what we were doing.
Noah wiggles his eyebrows for emphasis and Maya blushes ferociously and pretends to be extremely interested in her nails.
That’s when he sees it: my brother, the attorney, who never misses anything, sees the ring on Maya’s finger and his jaw actually drops.
He takes her hand to inspect the ring more closely.
“Holy shit! Is that what I think it is?!” Maya sneaks a look at me before we both nod.
“Yeah,” I say, beaming with love for Maya. “She just said yes.” Maya can’t stop smiling either. Noah pulls me in for a real hug, slapping my back several times.
“Baby bro! Congratulations!” He pulls Maya into our hug and she laughs warmly. “Congrats to you both! I saw a special connection the night of Damon’s dinner, but I had no idea this was coming.”
My mother (but tonight, Marilyn Monroe from “Gentlemen Prefer Blonde”) sees us embracing at the bottom of the stairs and stops in her tracks holding a bowl of pretzels.
“Congratulations for what? What did I miss?” Maya and I look each other and this time she gives me the go ahead.
“Maya and I just got engaged, Mom,” I say, and then jump back to avoid the pretzels that scatter when she drops the entire bowl.
“Oh my goodness! My youngest child is getting married! Oh my God!” Tears are in her eyes and she’s practically jumping; the pretzels are being pulverized under our feet. “Where’s the ring? Can I see it?”
Maya stops hugging Noah and I to show Mom her ring and Mom practically swoons. Thanks for the kudos, Mom.
“Oh, Adam,” she says, teary-eyed. “It’s so beautiful.
” She pulls Maya and I into a hug and I’m literally overflowing with happiness.
I’m so lucky to have my family here as witnesses.
We’ll likely have to call Maya’s parents before the evening is done.
I’ll probably have to meet her parents soon too.
For the rest of the party, Mom drags Maya and I around the house showing off Maya, her ring, and our engagement to anyone who will listen.
Dad is overjoyed—I could tell he really liked Maya after she brought his favorite wine—and Henry, Jr. toasts us with champagne.
We even call Damon to let him in on the news, though it’s a short call since it’s after midnight in Portugal.
The only person left to tell is Cory. I leave Maya in my Mom’s capable hands—she’d probably slap my hand away if I tried to pull Maya away—and find Cory in the back yard. He’s dressed as a pirate tonight, complete with the eyepatch and a fake parrot pinned to his shoulder.
“So…I hear congratulations are in order.” I guess I shouldn’t be surprised he’s already heard.
Despite our private proposal, we are practically the entertainment for the party at this point.
He extends his hand and I shake it hesitantly.
He pulls me in for a hug instead. The damn parrot’s beak almost pokes me in the eye.
“I’m really happy for you, man. I know I acted fucked up last time, but seriously, Maya clearly makes you happy.” I return his hug, though I still feel defensive. My brother was supposed to have my back, but instead, he insulted the woman that’s now my fiancee.
“Thanks, man. She does make me happy.“ Cory leaves to grab me a beer from the cooler by the door. It’s still weird between us, but he’s clearly trying. I feel Maya’s hand on my shoulder and turn to her.
“Hey, babe. Did you need a break from my mom? I’m sure she’s got the wedding halfway planned already.” Her warm laugh turns strained when Cory comes up behind me holding a beer. Instead of excusing himself, he pushes past me and speaks directly to Maya.
“Maya, Adam probably already told you, but I want to say I’m so sorry for the things I said before.
Really, for how I acted that whole night.
I had a bad day, a little too much wine, and I was way outta line.
” I doubt an apology alone will fix it, but it’s a start.
To my surprise, Maya smiles openly at my idiot brother.
“Thanks so much for apologizing, Cory. I don’t have any brothers or sisters, but I assume it’s hard to see someone coming in and messing up the family dynamic.
I would never want to get between Adam and his family, especially not when you’re going to be my brother some day soon.
” Cory seems surprised Maya accepted his apology so readily, but I know she and Dr. Jamison have been making a lot of progress.
Love and family trump heated words and stupidity every day of the week.
I kiss Maya deeply and wrap my arm around her waist before heading back inside.
“Where are we going now?” she asks. Her eyes are shining with love and trust that I know will never get old.
“Wherever you want, babe. As long as we’re together.”