Epilogue 2 #2
He does it again. This time, he traps my clit between his fingers with one hand, pinching my nipple with the other.
Dear God.
I shudder and freefall.
My orgasm arrives with two weeks of need roaring behind it.
I come, and I come, and I come around his big, fat cock.
“You’re such a good slut.” His lip flirts with my earlobe.
God, I love role-playing.
He doesn’t allow time for my feet to touch the ground.
He pushes off me, wraps my braided hair around his fist, and pulls.
“You ready for my cum?”
I’m panting so hard, I can’t respond.
Slap!
“I asked you a question, Mrs. Robinson.”
“Give it to me, Sawyer.”
He lets loose .
He’s hard as steel as his hips hammer into me, as if he’s trying to nail me to this island. He fucks me like he means it.
Harder.
Faster.
More punishing.
It’s so intense, I struggle to remember my name.
“I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. You’re going to get a lot of it.”
I squeeze my thighs together. “I want it all.”
One, two, three thrusts.
“Fuck—” He releases himself inside me, emptying himself into my greedy pussy, his cum filling me up before dripping down my legs.
An explosion of pleasure detonates inside me. Against the soundtrack of my delirious cries, I clench around his cock hard and give in to my second orgasm. I wail as my pussy milks his warm release.
He growls and keeps thrusting, fucking his cum deep inside me.
Those two violent orgasms rob me of my ability to think, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.
We’re both wet and messy and his jeans are still around his knees, which only makes this tryst even more debauched.
Gage lays his upper body against my back, pulls me snug against him, and wraps his arms around me, his hands cupping my belly.
I love the way he does that. It makes me feel treasured.
We remain entangled, neither of us in a rush to move. His warmth seeps into me, and I have no doubt the baby relishes this closeness as much as I do.
I’m in my safe place. My happy place.
“Mine.” He grunts. “And mine.” He caresses my belly.
A delirious grin stretches my lips .
He’s so ridiculously possessive.
It fills my heart knowing he wants this baby as much as I do.
For several long beats our ragged breaths fill the kitchen.
“Angel, I needed to be with you.” His fingers reach for the red bracelet circling my left wrist.
We’re back to being Gage and Lily.
“Me too.”
“How the fuck did I live without you for the past two weeks?” He groans. “I’ve been thinking about being with you all day. You were so distracting, it was a struggle to focus on work. Visions of your sexy ass were clouding my mind.”
I giggle.
“You think that’s funny?”
“I like knowing I was on your mind because you were on mine.”
He drops a tender kiss against my cheek.
“You’re always on my mind,” he says, playing with my engagement ring.
Before he left for his two-week business trip, he tricked me. I should’ve known I was walking into a trap considering it was the same MO as my birthday.
Behind the doors of a private room at the Quintus Hotel, our friends were waiting for us. Gage’s sisters flew in from Europe with their families. Sara was there. So were Nadine and Gérard.
When I turned around, he was down on one knee. I so didn’t see it coming. And I didn’t see the eye-popping rock you can spot from Pluto coming either.
Gage is everything I ever wanted in a man and then some.
Even though I love the four-carat oval cut diamond ring with a pavé-set of brilliant diamonds running along the band he gave me, I couldn’t stop wearing the red string bracelet.
That first proposal was the most romantic proposal ever, coming from a man who professes to not having a romantic bone in his body.
Gage made sure my father and half-brothers showed up at our engagement party. They weren’t all smiles, but nothing offensive spewed from their mouths. I considered that a win.
“I love you so much, angel.”
My heart flips over like it always does when the L word drops from his beautiful lips.
“I love you with all my heart—” I take in a shaky breath.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I shake my head.
“Don’t bullshit me.”
“It’s just…”
“Tell me.”
“I’ve never felt truly loved before,” I say. “It just hit me.” Another shaky breath. “I mean, Mama loved me and Nads loves me, but it’s different. The way you love me is…”
“The way I love you is everything, Lily. My love for you redefines who I am as a man.” He holds me in his warm embrace for several breaths.
When he pulls out of me, I moan my disapproval. “Why can’t we stay like this forever?”
“Because…”
He helps me up and adjusts my chemise.
I turn to face him. “Are you going to finish your thought?”
He cups my face and pulls me into a fierce, hard kiss that takes my breath away.
My spent, weary body melts against his strong one.
This man…
He breaks our heated embrace. “Because I missed your mouth on mine and because I need to get my sexy fiancée upstairs for round two.”
“I haven’t caught my breath yet.”
“I have to make up for the last two weeks.”
Giddiness fizzes through me, but I pretend to be unaffected. “You don’t have to do it all in one evening, Hollingsworth.”
“Tu m’as beaucoup manqué, mon ange,” he says. “You were missing from me, angel.”
He prefers the word for word translation from French to English.
So do I.
“Tu m’as beaucoup manqué, mon amour,” I say.
Translation: I missed you so much, my love.
“I’m glad we’re on the same page. Now, let’s go upstairs so you can correct the error of your ways.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“When you came, you called out God’s name. He’s great and all, but I want to hear you scream out my name at the top of your lungs.”
I laugh, and laugh, and laugh.
He joins me.
Of all the wonderful things about my husband-to-be, his laugh is my greatest gift.
“Let’s go, soon-to-be Mrs. Hollingsworth. I need to be inside you again.”
I take the hand he extends.
I love this man so much, I’d follow him to the ends of the earth.