Epilogue
epilogue
. . .
Scarlett
I walked through Merritt’s home, our home now, not only feeling at home, loving the way his things mixed and blended perfectly with mine but his gaze on me. It was crazy. But I did. He wasn’t even home. He was in his office, but it was impossible not to feel his eyes on me.
The man was crazy about me.
And I was crazy about him.
I had a feeling he could be across the world and still watch me every possible moment if he had anything to say about it. But then again, if he had anything to say about it, there would be no way that Merritt would ever be that far away from me without taking me. He liked me with him as much as possible.
No one around us would have understood what we had, not his brothers or my siblings. So, it wasn’t something I shared. Cameras moved, adjusting to get a better view of me as I walked through the hall and into my new home office. Like I said, he was obsessed.
I sat down, and my phone pinged almost immediately.
Merri: You’re not wearing green.
I grinned because I had done it on purpose. I was wearing green, but he just couldn't see it yet.
Me: Maybe you will get lucky and get to pinch me.
I typed away, teasing my man, hoping it would entice him to get home earlier. I had no idea how he did it. He had me addicted to being around him. To having him. And even though he had eaten me out before he left this morning, making me come so hard my voice was hoarse afterward from screaming his name, I wanted him again. I’d been a virgin for twenty-five years, and it was like he had unlocked some sleeping being inside of me that constantly needed him.
Merri: I already got lucky. You agreed to live with me.
I smiled at his response.
My sisters thought I was crazy. To them, I had just started to see him, so they couldn’t understand our need to live under the same roof. They thought it was too much in too little time.
And that was okay; it wasn’t for them to understand. The only thing that mattered was what we needed and how we felt.
Onyx and Merri had talked. I still wasn’t sure what had been said, but afterward, it seemed like Onyx had relaxed about me dating his friend’s much older brother. Setting my phone down, I started my computer.
While I waited, I sipped my tea thinking about the surprise I had for him. My hand drifted down to my belly, and I sighed dreamily. I was happy. I had big news, life-changing news, but I wasn’t worried.
I wasn’t exactly sure how it had happened, but I had a feeling I knew. I was religious about taking my pill. Never, not once, missing one. Not because I’d wanted to prevent anything; I had been taking it as a virgin because it helped with my period pain and the heaviness of its flow.
A period I hadn’t had since January.
Merritt and I had been insatiable for one another since I’d given him my cherry. Not once had he worn anything. Almost like he had been on a mission. One that had come true. I suspected he had something to do with me getting pregnant after a month of being together. But I didn’t care.
I wanted his babies. I wanted to have a family with him. It was crazy fast, but he had been right. When you find your person, you don’t wait around for what the world thinks is the right timeline. You didn’t waste a minute, not a moment. Not when life could be unpredictable, and regardless of how you looked at it, time went by too fast.
I stood up and picked up my phone, giving up on the attempt of getting any work done. I was too excited about telling him I was pregnant.
Me: Maybe I should just show you what green I’m wearing?
I typed away and hit Send .
I pulled my shirt up and over my head while looking at the camera in my office and winked before tossing it up there, covering it, forcing his hand at coming home if he wanted to watch the rest of the show.
Merritt
There was no way she knew I was parked down the street instead of my office. I had got in my car after I kissed her goodbye that morning but had pulled over before I reached the first stop sign at the end of our street. I’d sat there, watching the cameras, zooming in on her as she got ready for the day.
I knew how over the top it was, but, Jesus, I couldn’t get my shit under control when it came to my woman.
Not when I had a creeping feeling she was hiding a little surprise. One I had found the evidence of after she had fallen asleep. It had been completely by accident. Sure, I’d had my suspicions. We had been together for a month and a half, and she still hadn’t got her period. Living together was better than I could have ever dreamt, and now we were going to have a baby. I hoped. A family. Our family.
I read her text and frowned while watching the cameras. My little tempting morsel lifted her shirt up and took it off, leaving her in a pretty, little lacy bralette. A mint green one that had me thinking she was my lucky charm.
Fuck, did she dress up for me?
I started the car and rushed back home. I didn’t even shut the door to my car as I hurried in, running through the cabin I had sworn up and down I’d bought because I had needed the space to be alone. But maybe even back then I’d known? I’d secretly wished for a place spacious enough to be the background of a family I might not have had as a kid. One I would have with Scarlett.
“Cutie pie!” I called out and heard her. She was still in her office, and when I reached the door, my feet stopped at the threshold.
“Hi,” she whispered. I felt like my tongue was suddenly too big for my mouth.
Scarlett, my beautiful little temptation, was in nothing but a sexy green lacy set sitting in her office chair, her feet resting at her sides, thighs sprawled out, giving me a very good view of what lay between her thighs.
“You came home fast.” She smirked. She was teasing me, but all I could hear in my head was her calling this place her home. Fuck yes. I loved that. I loved her. Scar’s dark tresses fell over the side of her shoulders. My little minx slipped her hand down and pulled the gusset of her panties to the side. I gripped the wooden molding of the threshold.
“What do you think you’re doing, pretty girl?” I growled, hardly recognizing the sound of my own voice.
My cutie smirked before she licked her lips, her face feigning innocence as her fingers stroked her lips up and down. Even from where I stood, I could see how wet and dewy she was. She was in the mood to be watched, and I was more than happy to give her that.
“I was thinking about you and got wet,” she answered, pulling her fingers out and showing me just how slippery she was. My cock ached, and a guttural sound vibrated through me, but I stayed put. Trying to give her what she wanted. I’d do anything for her.
“Scarlett,” I warned.
“I need you,” she said in a sweet, desperate tone that left me unhinged. It unglued my fucking feet from where I stood, and I stomped over to her, falling to my knees. That close up I could see just how wet she was.
“Soaked,” I muttered. “This greedy little pussy is going to drive me crazy.”
“Merri,” she whimpered the moment my tongue lapped at her sex. From her entrance to her clit, over and over. She was so wet I could feel her honey drop down and into my beard. I savored her while I devoured her. There was no missing that she tasted different, and now I knew why. She hadn’t confirmed it, but she would.
My cutie pie’s little kitty tasted sweeter than normal. “My girl tastes different,” I rumbled before reverently rubbing her labia, pulling her lips apart. “Why do you think that could be?”
“Oh, Merri!” she whimpered as I stroked her pretty, swollen clit.
“You got something to tell me, cutie pie?” She stilled and looked at me through her lashes, need clear in her dark eyes.
“You know?” she whined, rolling her hips, pressing herself closer to my fingers. I grinned at her.
“Baby, I don’t take my eyes off you. Of course, I know.” I stood and lifted her up, carrying her like the bride she would soon be. “You’re going to have my baby.”
“Is that okay? Are you okay about this?” Vulnerability peeked through, and I nodded.
“I’m fucking ecstatic about it, sweetness,” I murmured against her lips, kissing her slowly until we reached our bedroom.
But I didn’t drop her on the mattress.
I sat down, and she straddled my lap after I pulled my pants down to my thighs. Not all the way; I didn’t have the time or patience. I needed to be inside her more than I needed to breathe.
“Ride me, cutie pie. Show me how much you want my cock that you couldn’t wait for me to get home from work and started to play with this greedy kitty.”
“You weren’t at work, though,” she guessed, and I confirmed it without fear of her being scared off. No, my cutie pie fed off the need I felt for her. It made her feel loved and cherished. Protected and safe.
“No, no, baby, your man was so fucking hungry for you, so fucking possessed by you and these beautiful dark eyes I couldn’t get to work. I sat outside down the street and watched you.”
“Fuck,” she cursed. My hand smacked her ass check before squeezing it to soothe out the sting.
“Watch that pretty mouth. You’re going to be a mom soon.” I grinned, matching the one she gifted me. Her forehead pressed against mine. The heat of her snatch hit the tip of my cock, making me leak a droplet of cum.
“You’re going to be a daddy, too,” she panted.
“Fuck yeah,” I rasped. “You’re going to marry me. No fucking choice. Going to Vegas next weekend to make it official,” I demanded, and she giggled. Jesus, that giggle while her pussy hovered over my dick almost made me lose my load.
“You’re crazy,” she panted, rolling her hips, bumping and grinding her swollen clit against the ruddy, angry-looking head of my dick, making my toes curl.
“About you?” My nose flared. “Absolutely.” She laughed, but what she didn’t do was turn me down.
“Are you happy, Scar?” I asked. The emotions of finding out we were starting a family were almost overwhelming. She nodded mid-moan as she started to sink down on me. Her tight pussy tightened around me, and like anytime I had her, the world faded away. Time stopped.
Nothing existed but Scarlett and I, and fucking hell, that feeling never went away.
Not once. Curses be damned.