And Then There Was Collection

Epilogue One

EPILOGUE ONE

Adele

One year later

I was perpetually smiling every day, I noticed, my happiness so pronounced it was like nothing could bring me down.

And it was all because of Oliver and how happy he made me.

Fate had a funny way of making things work out when someone least expected it. I felt so strongly for him that first night, when I spoke to him, when he touched me… when I gave myself to him. I had been scared of those emotions, so I ran, left without saying anything. I’d regretted it as soon as the thought entered my mind, and every second of every day after that until destiny had brought us together once more.

I’d fallen in love with Oliver when I looked at him from the stage, saw the way he watched me, this transfixed expression on his face. I felt this pull toward him, and we hadn’t even spoke two words to each other. I’d never felt that with any other person in my life, and that’s how I knew it had been real.

That’s why it had scared the shit out of me.

I honestly never thought I’d have him in my life in the way I desperately wanted. But here I was, going to spend the rest of my life with him. He’d become such an integral part of my world that I didn’t know what I’d do without him. My heart belonged to Oliver always.

For the last year I’d stopped waitressing and just sang… and sang and sang. I was an exclusive act at Lyrics, Bishop giving me the position because the crowd I drew in had been staggering to all of us. I had no idea people cared that much—or enjoyed for that matter—listening to me sing.

My dreams were coming true, had come true.

And here we were, all these months later, all this time past since I knew I couldn’t let Oliver out of my life. I was pregnant with our first baby, and the home we’d bought last year had really come together. There was even a little garden out back that he’d made for me. I planted flowers in the beds, had asked him to make me a vegetable garden. And he had, hadn’t even hesitated as he built the raised beds, as he brought me an array of seeds.

He’d even made me my own sound rom, a little place where I could go and create and record music even if it was only for me, for us. It was convenient as hell having a husband who was good with his hands.

God, I loved this man.

And Lord, was he good with his hands. I flushed at that thought.

Over the last year I’d seen how possessive and territorial Oliver was when it came to me. Most women might have found it too controlling, too overbearing. Not me. It showed me how much he loved me. He gave me my independence, let me have my space. But he protected me, let me know how much he loved me, how much I meant to him.

I heard the shower shut off and lifted my head up from the book I was reading. It was getting late. Oliver had just gotten off work, but I knew he’d want to spend time with me. He always did, and I was so grateful for that.

The bathroom was attached to the bedroom, and when the door opened, steam billowing around before the light was turned off and Oliver stepped out. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and another one covering his head as he dried his hair. I instantly heated even more. I set the book I’d been reading on the bedside table, smiled slowly, and felt every part of my body come alive.

He finished drying his hair and tossed the damp towel into the hamper by the door. Then he slowly looked up at me, and I watched as his expression turned to heated desire. My nipples hardened, my pussy became wet, and I felt my entire body heat with lust. Oliver’s chest was so masculine, a work of art. He had bulging muscles, a six-pack that was so defined I could have probably bounced a coin off it, and that delicious V of muscle that dipped down to disappear beneath his towel had me feeling so feminine I couldn’t even breathe.

This deep growl left him as he lowered his hands to the towel at his waist, pulled the material free, and let it drop to the floor. He was already sporting a massive erection, his cock long and thick, straining toward me. My mouth dried at the sight.

“Baby,” he groaned right before he stalked toward me, pulled the blanket away from my body, and covered my chest with his own. I spread my legs to accommodate his larger frame, felt his massive dick press against my panty-covered pussy, and a gasp of pleasure left me.

“You’re insatiable,” I said against his neck. He started running his tongue along the side of my throat.

“Only with you, Adele. Only ever with you.” He let out this low growl and thrust his cock against me again.

“Good.” I smiled, even if he couldn’t see me.

“You make me so fucking hard, so turned on I can’t even control myself.” His mouth was still at my throat, the vibrations seeping into my body.

He pulled back, looking at my mouth. I lifted my hands and tangled my fingers in his damp hair. He gave one last deep groan before all but tearing at my nightshirt and panties until I was naked. He latched onto my nipples right away, the feeling of him sucking at the peaks with his hot, wet mouth causing me to squirm in desire. The blood rushed to the surface and swelled under his ministrations.

For several agonizingly pleasure-filled seconds, all he did was suck on my breasts. He alternated between them, drawing the tissue out with his teeth and then dragging his tongue over the slight sting he caused. It felt so incredibly good, and I wanted it to last forever, but I desperately wanted him to advance in what we were doing.

I was vaguely aware of the sounds coming from me, ones that should have embarrassed me, but I didn’t care, not with how Oliver made me feel. He slid his palm down my slightly rounded belly, pushed my legs apart even farther, and covered my panty-clad pussy with his big hand.

“I need this gone,” he grunted a second before he ripped the material from me, the fabric pulling against my flesh before the garment gave way. I gasped at how much that turned me on. He pulled the panties up and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply as he stared at me.

“So fucking sweet.” He tossed the material away, and at the first touch of his fingers on my slick cleft, I cried out.

“Tell me how it feels.” He added a bit of pressure, and I gasped again.

“It’s so good, Oliver. So good.”

“Yeah, it really fucking does feel good, baby.” He continued to stroke me slowly. He slipped a thick finger into my pussy and started pushing it in and pulling it back out slowly. All the while, he stared into my eyes. “And it’s all for me, baby. You’re wet and primed and ready for my cock… only my dick, baby,” he murmured at the same time he pressed his thumb to my clit and started working the bundle of nerves back and forth.

I nodded. “Only for you, Oliver.” His name fell from my lips like a plea, like I was begging for more. And I supposed I was. All I wanted was Oliver to have his cock inside me, stretching me, filling me. I wanted him desperately.

“Yes,” I moaned and shifted on the bed, lifting my hips, needing him deeper, needing something thicker, more substantial.

I needed his dick.

I let go of his hair and moved my hands between our bodies. He let out a hoarse growl and moved his hands under me so he was now grabbing my ass.

“You smell so fucking good, Adele, the best fucking aroma in the world.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, rubbing my pussy on his length. He hissed out a curse and ran his tongue up the column of my throat. “I could eat your pussy all night long, and I still wouldn’t be sated.” He took my mouth in a hungry kiss for long, drugging seconds. I kissed him like my life depended on it. Our tongues pressed together, and when he retreated, I followed into his mouth. It was strange taking control, and in all honesty, I wasn’t sure if I liked it. Because I loved him taking control.

He trailed his lips down to my collarbones, dragging them across the arches. He moved his hands from under my ass and placed them on my knees, opening my thighs even wider than before. He slid his hands up my inner thighs until he came to the area of my body that ached for him the most.

He moved back and sat on his haunches, his focus trained between my thighs. Pushing myself up, I looked down the length of my body. Oliver lifted his gaze to mine, and I held my breath at the intensity in his gaze.

A high claimed me, and I sucked in a deep breath. He lowered his head to my pussy, never once taking his gaze off me. And at the first lick of his tongue on the most intimate part of me, I waited with desire and anticipation for Oliver to give me the pleasure that only he could bring out in me.

Oliver

Oh. Christ.

I could only eat her out for so long, and if I didn’t stop, I’d come all over the fucking sheets. Her pussy was pink and wet, so damn hot. But it wasn’t sex that had me feeling this euphoria. It was the fact that Adele was here with me.

My cock jerked at the sight. She was slick and slightly swollen from her arousal. With my mouth so close to the most intimate part of her, I couldn’t have torn my focus from her if my life was on the line.

“Fuck.” I murmured out that lone word and lifted my gaze to her face for a moment, saw her watching me intently. While holding her gaze, I ran my tongue out and moved it up the center of her cunt. She gasped, her mouth opening, her eyes widening.

At the first taste of her, my control broke. I groaned and started licking her pussy, sucking at her silky-smooth lips. I ran my tongue up her cleft and sucked on her clit. She was pink and hot, glistening from her arousal for me .

Latching my mouth over the engorged bud, I sucked on her like a starving man. Hell, I was starving, but only for her. No matter how much I had her, how many times I fucked her, claimed her, I was always hungry for Adele. She tasted so good, so fresh that I grew frenzied for more.

“You taste so fucking good, baby girl.” I licked her so many times my tongue and lips became numb, but I liked that fact because I knew it was good for her. She moaned, thrashed her head from side to side, clenching her hands on the sheets and pulling at them. And still I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. She made these needy little sounds, ones that drove me absolutely fucking crazy with lust.

I reached out and framed her pussy with my hands while I ate her out. I pulled her cunt lips apart, pulled back just an inch, and stared at her pink, wet flesh. While holding her open, I lifted my gaze to her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. Her chest moved up and down from her increased breathing. I went back to licking and sucking at her cunt, wanting her to get off.

Needing her to.

“You taste so damn good. I won’t ever get enough.” As I ran my tongue up and down her slit, she became even wetter for me, more primed.

“I’m so close,” she gasped out, sounding like she had a hard time speaking.

“I want you to get off, baby. I need you to come while I have my face all up in your sweet pussy cream.” She moaned after I spoke, and I started sucking furiously on her clit again.

It didn’t take long before I felt her body start to tighten with her impending orgasm. Moving my hands to her inner thighs, I kept her open. I pulled back an inch and slid one of my hands toward her pussy, slipping two fingers into her. I was slow at first, trying not to be too rough, but I wanted her to lose control for me.

A cry of ecstasy finally left her.

“That’s so fucking it.” I couldn’t stop the words from leaving me.

She lifted her hips and ground her cunt against my face, and I went back to sucking on her clit. The wet, slurping noises of my mouth between her legs had my cock throbbing. I started pressing my hips into the mattress, trying to alleviate the pressure by dry humping the hell out of the bed. My balls were going to explode if I didn’t get my cock inside her.

“ Oh. God. Yes ,” she moaned loud and long, and that was my breaking point.

I took my fingers from her, licked them clean, and cupped her ass with both my hands. Her asshole was right there for the taking, and I didn’t hold off any longer. I licked at the puckered hole of her bottom with just the tip of my tongue, allowing her to grow used to what I was doing, hoping she’d come from this alone.

“Oliver, yes,” she hissed out the words. Adele started panting again, and I used more force, licking her hard, then sucking on her flesh. Her skin tasted clean, like soap and lemons.

With one more lick up the crease of her bottom, I pulled away. I kept her legs spread open with my hands on her inner thighs and stared down at her pussy. “This is mine,” I said and cupped her sweet spot.

Her chest rose and fell from her post-orgasmic euphoria, and it had the alpha male in me roaring out in pleasure. It was because of me that she looked like that. It was because of me that she felt this desire. I was so damn hard, so fucking ready to have her in all ways. When I rose up, grabbed my cock, and positioned myself at her entrance, the feel of her wet pussy at the tip of my cock had my jaw clenching.

God, this woman could bring me to my knees, and I’d gladly worship her. I’d ask for more.

I gritted my teeth when she reached out and wrapped her fingers around my dick. I had to force myself not to thrust into her. Our gazes were locked, and then I started to push into her, loved how she parted her lips and gasped. A deep groan left me, and her breath hitched, her eyes widening.

Fuck, I was stretching her so good.

“You’re splitting me in two,” she moaned, and I could tell she said that because she felt good.

I gave one last thrust, burying myself deep in her, feeling her muscles tightening around my cock until it felt like she strangled my length. When I was fully inside her, I tightened my fingers around her hips, and in one move rolled onto my back and had her straddling me. She had her legs spread wide on either side of me, her hands on my chest, and the drowsy look of ecstasy on her face.

“Ride me, baby.”

She started moving, working herself on me, rising up and down, taking all my length, then lifting up so it almost slipped out of her. Then she’d slam her pussy back down on me. I moved my hands to her hips and dug them into her flesh, trying to let her set the pace. But fuck, it was hard. Her movements started off slow, but she soon picked up speed.

“That’s it.”

Her breath hitched when she rose up and then slid all the way down on me. Over and over, she did this, gradually going faster with each passing second. For a moment I lost my control and found myself thrusting up, pushing myself deep and hard inside her.

“Yes,” she cried out.

But I couldn’t control myself. I couldn’t stop myself from flipping her over so she was now on her back. I needed to be the one in control. I speared my hands in her hair, tugging at the strands and tilting her head back, making her throat arch.

“Yes, Oliver. God, yes,” she moaned.

I moved down and ran my teeth up her neck, loving when I felt a shiver work through her. “Wrap those pretty thighs around my waist.” She did what I asked, and I felt myself slip inside her impossibly deeper. “Lift those hips, baby. Give it to me.”

She did what I said, grinding herself on me, against me. I was still inside her tight, wet heat, and it was fucking heaven. Even after all this time with Adele, it always felt like the first time every time. It was mind-blowing, exhilarating, and so fucking good.

Placing my hands on either side of her head now, I started moving inside her slow and steady, really feeling every inch of her. I felt sweat trickle down my hairline, my muscles tight, tensed. I was a greedy bastard when it came to Adele. I placed one hand on her belly, making her still, stopping myself, because I was so close to getting off as it was.

I let my gaze travel to her mouth and continued to follow the path down her body to her breasts, over her belly. I stopped at the top of her pussy, just taking in how fucking gorgeous she was. She had a thatch of dark, trimmed hair covering that pretty part of her, that wet, intimate part of her body I claimed. No one would ever know what she felt like but me.

Leaning back slightly, I used my thumbs to pull her pussy lips even wider apart, stared at her engorged little clit, and felt my heart jerk in my chest. My mouth watered at how fucking delicious she looked.

With my cock still lodged in Adele’s pussy, I couldn’t be still for much longer. I started fucking her good and thoroughly, making sure she only felt pleasure. I leaned forward, and our sweat-slicked stomachs slid together erotically. I pulled out and thrust back in harder with each passing second.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Oliver, you’re stretching me so good.”

A groan left me at her words, and when her tight body clenched around me. I moved faster and harder in and out of her, unable to control myself. Her pussy tightened around me continuously, and I clenched my teeth. My balls drew up tight with my impending orgasm. I was going to come, and I was going to fill her up with it. I was going to make her so full of it that my seed would slip out of her pussy and coat her skin. I’d make her rub it in like fucking lotion, make her smell like me, marked by me.

She dug her nails into my skin, and I hissed out, loving the pain and pleasure that followed.

“That’s it, Adele baby.”

Lifting up just enough so my arms were locked straight and my chest no longer touched hers, I looked down at where our bodies were connected again. Fuck, it was hot, gorgeous… turned me on so damn much.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Harder and faster, Oliver.” She arched her back, her breasts rising up from the motion, her nipples puckering even more, her skin flushed.

My gaze was trained on the sight of her tips elongating farther. I was going to give her what she asked for. I was going to give her everything. I sat back on my knees, wrapped my hands around her curvy waist, and dug my fingers into her pliant, soft flesh. And then I fucked her.

I was mindless in my need to pleasure her. The sexual, wet sounds of my cock moving in and out her cunt was an auditory orgasm all its own. I bottomed out every time I thrust back inside.

Over and over, I did this, my balls slapping against her peach-shaped ass.

She gasped. “I’m going to come again, Oliver.” The way she moaned had my pleasure mounting. Knowing I was the one giving this ecstasy to Adele felt good in more than just a sexual way.

The sensations were all-consuming pleasure and had my orgasm washing through me before I could stop it. Her pussy muscles milked my dick, tightening and relaxing so that I couldn’t hold off from coming.

“ Fuck . It’s so good.” My body involuntarily jerked against her as I came. I emptied myself inside her willing body. The fact that I filled her with my seed, made her take all my cum, claimed her, and saturated her with the most intimate part of me had my arousal going so fucking high I couldn’t rein it in.

“Fuck, Adele, baby.” I continued to thrust into her shallowly, seeing the pleasure on her face, wanting to prolong it as much as I could. I didn’t want this to end, didn’t want to pull out of her sweet, wet, and warm pussy. “I’ll never let you go, Adele. I’ll never let anyone else have you.” Those words were stated so harshly, so fucking possessively, I saw the surprise on her face.

She stared up at me with wide, pleasure-filled eyes. “Good,” she cried out and then moaned. “Yes, Oliver.”

Everything about Adele made me hard, needy, and possessive.

I cupped the side of her face and groaned, “You’re mine.”

She nodded, these little breathless sounds leaving her. “I’m yours, and I’m not going anywhere, Oliver.” Those words were hushed, passionate. “I’ll always be yours.”

Yeah, she fucking would.

I leaned closer and ran the tip of my nose up the length of her throat, inhaling deeply and taking her intoxicating scent into my body. She smelled sweet and clean. She smelled like mine .

I wished I could mark her like some kind of animal.

“ Christ , baby.” This was what it meant to want a woman so badly it ate away at everything else, to love someone so deeply it consumed every single inch of you, seeped into your marrow. I knew it would always be this way with her. Always.

I ran my teeth over her flesh, a harsh groan leaving me, my pleasure sated momentarily, because I was with Adele. This was how it was every time with her. This was how it would always be. I gave her neck one last lick and pulled out of her, and she rolled onto her side.

God, she felt incredible. I kissed her on the forehead, pulled back, and just stared at Adele for a prolonged second. Fuck, I was so damn lucky to have her, to call her my woman, to be able to love her and have her love in return. I smoothed my hands over the indentation of her spine, along the curve of her ass, and loved that her flesh puckered for me, that she was so receptive to my touch. Adele was mine—every part of her was only mine. I didn’t deny myself when it came to her. I didn’t deny either of us. I’d give her the world ten times over if it would make her happy.

I leaned forward and started running my tongue over the small of her back, loving that she moaned slightly. I wanted to memorize every inch of her, have her know my touch indefinitely. She was pliant for me, not denying my urge to taste all of her.

“How does that feel, baby?” I murmured against her skin.

“So good,” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep and satisfaction.

Over and over I licked and sucked at her, my cock hard again, but my need right now was about making Adele feel good, and not about what I wanted.

“Turn over for me,” I coaxed.

She listened to me instantly, had this rough growl of approval leaving me. Once her breasts were right there for the taking, I leaned down and sucked on her nipples for long seconds, alternating between her peaks, loving the flavor and feel of her. Her sweet moans made me feel like a man, a real man that could please his woman.

But after long seconds I forced myself to move to the rest of her body, to continue memorizing her curves and silky-smooth flesh with my mouth. I trailed my tongue up her throat and licked a path over her pulse point, insanely aroused by the fact I could feel how rapidly it beat, knew she was going over the edge with me.

“You’re mine, Adele,” I said, my voice husky, determined.

“Yes,” she whispered, moaned. “I’m only yours.”

I pulled away and looked down at her again, so fucking in love with this woman I couldn’t even breathe. I gathered her into my arms, and after a few moments I heard her breathing change, relaxing. I knew she’d be asleep soon, her body content from the loving I’d given her. I felt male pride over the fact I’d brought this exhaustion out in her, because I’d worn her out in only the best of ways. There had been a time I worried I would never see Adele again after our one night we’d shared. But now that she was here, in my arms, our love out in the open, I knew I’d never let her go again. I was never letting her out of my sight.

I was willing to risk anything to make her mine.

“I love you, Adele,” I whispered, sensing her falling deeper into sleep and feeling my gut tighten when she curled against me even more.

“I love you too,” she whispered, and I felt my heart race in pleasure at hearing her say those words. I reached out and placed my hand on her belly, feeling the swell of her stomach, knowing my baby grew in there. I wouldn’t be opposed to Adele always looking like this, pregnant with my baby, glowing, knowing I was the one who’d planted my seed in her.

I smiled to myself. God, I loved this woman. I’d always worry about her, always make sure she loved me back and was happy.

If I had one fucking goal in life, it was to be the best man I could for this woman and the family we created.