Epilogue
Nate rushed into the living room, so much excitement on his features I was sure it meant he’d won his court case. The jury had been out for days, and I meant that in the most literal, torturous meaning of the word. “Did you hear?”
I lowered my phone, the sounds of the show I’d been halfway watching blaring in the background. “How would I hear?” I asked, not following. It’s not like he needed an explanation as to why they kept a tight lid on legal cases that were still ongoing.
He leaned over the back of the couch, lifted the remote from the cushion next to me, and punched the power button. Then he upped the volume on his phone. “It’s on the radio, Willa. The radio.”
There are fantasies, and there are dreams
And most people settle for the in between
No more, not me. Light it on fire,
send it out to sea
Done with the harsh reality
A new life, that’s what this was meant to be
Until that moment you came crashing into me
My heart forgot how to beat, too focused on the words of a song that’d been about falling in love after declaring it didn’t truly exist.
The artist who’d fallen in love with “Crash Into Love”had sent it to me after she recorded it. But hearing it on air, knowing other people were out there, bobbing their heads and cranking my song—our song—louder…?
Thus far, everything had seemed so surreal, a copy of a copy. Where my dreams came true, but it also felt like I might wake up any minute.
I reached over and pinched Nate’s arm.
“I felt it,” he said. “It’s real, sweetheart. You did it. I knew you would.”
I burst into tears, and Nate didn’t even bother rounding the couch. He dove right over the top of it, pulled me into his arms.
“When’s the last time I told you I love you?” Nate asked, and I snuggled deeper into his embrace.
“This morning, when you left for court. How’d it go, by the way?”
Nate tapped his finger to my lips. “This is your moment, baby. We can discuss that later.”
I considered arguing with him, but I’d spent way too long ignoring my dreams. This was a moment I wanted to remember forever.
How it felt to be in Nate’s arms.
Inhaling his scent as we listened to the tail end of the song I’d written about us falling in love.
Turning my head so that our mouths aligned and kissing him with the emotions behind the words.
A forever love, one deep as the ocean
Isn’t that a ridiculous notion?
That’s what I thought before you came crashing into me
There are dreams and
there’s the reality,
Frustration to elation,
passion to adoration
But suddenly I’m living the fantasy
All because you came
crashing into me
And I honestly, truly, was living my dream and my fantasy, all in one. Nate and I had promised that regardless of whatever came our way, we’d take it on together.
Were there still a few issues to iron out with his uncles, who certainly knew how to play the victim as well as defend one? Yes. But there was caring on both ends, and better yet, they were showing the Fox family they were determined to make amends.
Did I reward Nate whenever he let go of control and conceded others could do the research that would allow him to focus on the other parts of his career? Hell yeah. Sometimes it involved kisses, and most of the time, it allowed him to take charge in the bedroom.
“We’re celebrating,” Nate said, scooping me into his arms and standing. I thought he’d let me down so we could climb the stairs together, but he kept hold of me as we ascended to his bedroom.
A squeal escaped as he tossed me onto the bed, and then he was on top of me, kissing my neck, my jaw, my lips.
He removed my shoes, one falling to the floor with a thud, and the other joining it seconds after. Standing, he peeled off his shirt and wrapped his hand around my calf. He tugged, leaving me teetering on the very edge of the bed. Then he licked up the inside of my leg, all the way to my inner thigh, where my shorts had bunched up mere inches from my underwear.
Nate yanked on the drawstring that held them up, undoing the bow and then pulling them off me. Next, he stripped me of my tank top, his pupils dilating when he discovered I hadn’t bothered with a bra. My panties were the next to go, and then he placed my ankle on his shoulder, in the groove where it met his collarbone.
“And now you’re mine for the taking.” He formed a peace sign with his fingers and spread them over the lips of my pussy. My head lolled back, my eyes rolling up as the delicious pleasure overwhelmed me.
I lifted my hips, impatient with need, anticipating his next move.
The scrape of the nightstand drawer filled the air, followed by a buzzing noise. He’d picked the vibrating love beads.
“Tonight, you’re going to feel what it’s like to have two of me fucking you at once.” He slicked lube over the silicone, and I moaned as he nudged them into my asshole. One bead at a time, until all that was left was the loop around his knuckle.
I’d recently gotten an IUD, so he didn’t bother with a condom. He pushed inside of me, his cock filling me with perfection.
As usual, Nate paid attention to every reaction, every spasm. With one leg up on his shoulder, I was stretched in so many ways, I couldn’t tell where he began and I ended. He’d discovered a new spot, and it was one I was happy to have him get nice and acquainted with.
Once he’d driven me right up to the brink of an orgasm, he leaned over me, switching the angle until the pressure was deliciously deep. “Who do you belong to?”
“Nathan Fox, Esquire.”
Pain bloomed on my ass cheek, the smack of his palm echoing through the air. “That’s right.”
“And who do you belong to?” I asked in return.
“A sexy songwriter with music that plays on the radio.”
I arched my hips, sliding him deeper still, longing to have every inch, every centimeter, every everything. The barrage of sensations robbed me of breath, feeling him and the beads rubbing against that thin place in between at once, nearly too much. But in the most perfect of ways. “Say my name.”
“Willa Grace Trainor.”
Like a match to gunfire, I exploded, a song of untamed pleasure that didn’t involve words or chords spilling from my lips.
Nate planted his mouth on mine and slowly brought me back down. I cupped his neck, holding him in place. “Holy mother of God. That was some sexual yoga gymnastic type shit. I didn’t even know I could stretch that way.”
“Just you wait,” he said, and then he thrust so deep inside me I drifted out of my body for a couple of seconds before returning to earth.
Talk about a dopamine rush.
His groan vibrated through me as our flesh smacked together. He drove into me, faster and harder until his legs went rigid.
“Oh God, that feels so amazing. Keep going. Don’t stop. I’m gonna come again. Nate, Nate, Nate….” Off I went, into space, and I felt him expel every last drop, riding the wave until there was nothing and everything left between us.
We fell to the bed, and he tugged me to him like it was second nature. It’d become that too. Us together, through thick and thin, no matter what. He kissed my lips, my shoulders, the spot where my spine met my neck.
“Move in with me. You and Van Gogh.”
I dragged my fingertips along his jaw. “Is that the buzz of the afterglow talking, or…?”
“Or,” he said with a smirk. “Originally, I planned on making up some bullshit about it allowing me to remodel the bottom floor, but the truth is, I just want you here with me always. What do you say?”
Putting himself out there like that was as new to him as it was me. I kissed him with all the love I had within me, taking an extra second to swirl my tongue over his. “Yes.” I added a quick peck. “As long as it’s okay with Van Gogh.”
Nate pinched my side, and my jaw dropped.
With a laugh, he wrapped his arms around me, so tight all my oxygen whooshed out over his shoulder. “Just checking if this is a dream.”
“Oh, it is,” I answered. “But it’s also one hundred percent real.”
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