Epilogue
Fallon
I t’s been a crazy semester. There’s never a dull moment with Remy near. Between his charisma and the whirlwind of drama he brings, it’s like riding a roller coaster without any seatbelts. Yet, despite the chaos, there’s something magnetic about him that pulls me in every time.
But it’s not all fun and games. His intensity can be overwhelming, and sometimes I find myself questioning if I’m strong enough to handle it. The highs are exhilarating, but the lows can be crushing. Still, there's a part of me that can’t imagine my life without him in it.
As I sit here, reflecting on the past few months, I realize how much I’ve grown. Remy has challenged me, pushed my boundaries, and made me confront parts of myself I didn’t even know existed. It’s been a wild ride, but one I wouldn’t trade for anything.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” His voice startles me, making me drop the small piece of charcoal I was using to sketch. Remy leans over, then drops it in my hand.
“I was just thinking about all the craziness that’s happened since move-in day,” I shrug.
“Aww, how could I forget the day I met my emo Smurfette,” he teases, making us both throw our heads back laughing.
“You were a real asshole, you know that?” He smiles, then pulls me into his lap, placing my artwork to the side.
“Yeah, but I got the girl,” he muses, tracing the column of my neck with his lips.
“Did you?” I tease. He pulls back, cupping my face in his warm hands.
“Oh, I definitely did but if you need a reminder, I’ll more than oblige,” he whispers, his lips brushing against mine with a promise that sends shivers down my spine. He pulls me even closer, his eyes darkening with a mix of affection and desire.
“Consider this your reminder,” he purrs, capturing my lips in a kiss that sends a jolt of electricity through my veins. I melt into him, the craziness of the past few months fading away as I lose myself in the moment.
His hands move to the small of my back, pulling me even tighter against him. The world outside our little bubble ceases to exist, leaving just the two of us, connected by something deeper than words. I run my fingers through his hair, feeling the heat between us build.
Breaking the kiss, Remy rests his forehead against mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmurs, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.
“Good,” I reply, my own breath shaky. “Because I feel the same way about you.” He chuckles in my neck, sending a flurry of butterflies to my stomach. He stands abruptly, carrying me along with him.
“Hey! Where are we going?” I ask, my curiosity piqued. He doesn’t respond, just smiles as he walks us up the stairs then through the hallway to his room. Remy sets me on his bed, then rummages through his closet for something. He turns around with a guilty smile playing across his lips and something hidden behind his back.
“What are you up to?” I ask, trying to peek around him.
He steps closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Close your eyes,” he instructs, his voice soft but commanding.
I hesitate for a moment, but then I close my eyes, my heart pounding with anticipation. I hear Remy moving closer, the sound of rustling fabric filling the room.
“Okay, open them,” he says, his voice filled with excitement.
I open my eyes to see a wetsuit laid out on the bed. My breath catches as memories of my near-drowning experience flood back.
“What’s this?” I ask, my voice faltering, a mix of fear and confusion swirling inside me.
Remy steps closer, his expression earnest. “I know you’ve been afraid of the water ever since that accident. But I want to help you face that fear. To get back into the ocean. You’re stronger than your fears, Fallon.”
Tears well up in my eyes as I look at him, the sincerity in his gaze overwhelming. “Remy... I don’t know if I can.”
He takes my hand, his grip warm and reassuring. “You don’t have to do it alone. I’ll be with you every step of the way. You’ve got this, little fox. I believe in you.”
His words wrap around my heart, giving me the courage I didn’t know I had. “Okay,” I whisper, nodding. “Let’s do this.”
Remy drives us to the beach, the hum of the engine and the rhythmic crash of the waves creating a strange sense of calm. My nerves are still buzzing, but the thought of facing my fear with him by my side brings me a sliver of comfort.
As we arrive, he parks and jumps out, coming around to open my door. The cool morning air greets us, filled with the salty scent of the ocean. He takes my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as we walk toward the shore.
“Are you ready for this?” he asks, his voice gentle but encouraging.
I take a deep breath, the sound of the waves steadying my racing heart. “I think so,” I reply, trying to muster as much confidence as I can.
He helps me into the wetsuit, his touch comforting as he zips it up. We stand at the water's edge. I can feel the fear bubbling up inside me, but I push it down, focusing on Remy’s steady presence.
“We’ll take it slow,” he promises, stepping into the water first and reaching out for my hand. I hesitate, the memory of the accident flashing through my mind, but then I take a step forward, feeling the cold water lap at my feet.
As we wade deeper into the ocean, Remy suddenly pauses and turns back to the shore. “Hold on,” he says with a glint in his eye. “I’ve got one more surprise for you.”
Curiosity piqued, I watch as he jogs back to the truck and pulls out a vibrant hot pink surfboard. My heart skips a beat as memories flood back—the same color as the one I used to have before the accident.
He brings it over, a proud smile on his face. “I thought this might give you a little extra push,” he says, handing me the board.
I run my fingers over the smooth surface, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. “You remembered…” Tears stream down my face as I look up into his fierce blue eyes.
“Of course,” he replies softly, cupping my chin. His thumb strokes my cheeks, gathering my tears.
“These are supposed to be mine, remember?”
I smile, the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his eyes melting away my fears. With a deep breath, I nod, feeling a newfound determination. “I remember,” I breathe.
“Now, show me what you’ve got,” he says, his voice filled with encouragement. Never did I think I would be back in the ocean but with Remy beside me I feel like I can do anything. We've faced storms together, and now, I know that nothing can sink our ship.
Today I witnessed the resilience that Remy always says I have. I battled the waves over and over, his unwavering support behind me the whole time. I may not have ridden a wave today, but I’m riding the high of finally being back in the ocean.
His confidence in me was like a lifeline, pulling me through each attempt. The thrill of conquering my fear, step by step, was more than I could have hoped for. Remy’s presence made all the difference, turning what could have been a nightmare into a triumphant return. Today wasn’t just about facing the water; it was about realizing my own strength, and the incredible support I have in him.
“Come on, little fox. It’s getting late,” Remy murmurs, pulling me back to shore. The thrill of the ocean lingers as we walk hand in hand, the weight of today’s victory sinking in.
As we reach the truck, Remy grabs a blanket from the back and wraps it around my shoulders. The warmth is comforting, a gentle reminder of his unwavering support. We sit on the tailgate, watching the waves under the moonlight, a sense of calm settling over us.
“You did amazing today,” he says softly, his eyes filled with pride.
I smile, leaning into him. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” He kisses my forehead, a tender gesture that makes my heart swell.
Remy pulls me closer, his warmth enveloping me as we sit together, gazing at the moonlit waves. The night feels magical, the perfect ending to a day filled with triumph and connection.
“Fallon,” he says softly, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness. “I have one more surprise for you.”
I look up at him, my heart fluttering with curiosity. He stands, taking my hand and guiding me to my feet. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small, velvet box. My breath catches in my throat as he opens it to reveal a beautiful ring, the diamonds glinting in the moonlight.
“Marry me, little fox,” he demands, his eyes locking onto mine, filled with love and an intense obsession. “I want you to be bound to me forever. I don’t care that we’re young and still in college. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”
Tears well up in my eyes, my heart swelling with emotion. “Are you asking me or telling me?” I laugh softly.
Remy’s grip tightens slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. “A bit of both,” he admits, a small smile playing on his lips. “I can’t imagine my life without you, Fallon. I need you to be mine, forever.”
I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words and the intensity of his gaze. “Yes, Remy,” I murmur, my voice trembling with emotion. “I’ll marry you.”
His face lights up with a mix of relief and joy. He slips the ring onto my finger, sealing our promise with a kiss that leaves me breathless.
“Would you have let me say no?” I ask, my voice a mix of curiosity and teasing.
"Absolutely not. You're stuck with me," he declares with a mischievous grin. "Forever."
I laugh, the sound mingling with the gentle rush of the waves. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess I don’t have a choice,” I tease.
He pulls me closer, his eyes gleaming with that familiar obsession. “And that’s exactly how I want it,” he murmurs, kissing me deeply.
“Come on, little fox. I still have one place I haven’t claimed yet.” My breath catches at the wicked sparkle in his eyes. He’s been hinting at this for a while and I hate to admit that the idea intrigues me, drenching my core.
The drive back to his place is electric as he speeds through the roads. You’d think we were heading to an emergency but Remy’s obsession has no bounds.
He carries me through the house and dumps me on his bed, already stripping out of his swimsuit. His eyes remind me of the night in the woods. His predatory gaze has me squirming on the bed, squeezing my thighs together to tamper the ache.
“Strip,” he demands, in his normal cocky dominance.
“You don’t want to do it yourself?” I tease.
“Fallon,” he warns, as he runs his hand down his face. “Not tonight.” Ah, so this is the Remy I get to play with tonight. The one that doesn’t take no for an answer and will always get what he wants. I can’t help the thrill that runs through me. Maybe I’m just as fucked up as him? Maybe that’s why we work because I like his rough side. I welcome it.
I stand, slowly pulling the black strings of the bikini Remy bought me. The small triangles that were barely covering anything to begin with, fall to the floor. Remy sucks in a breath as I make a show of sweeping my hands down my curves to the other strings. I pull both sides and the material falls to the floor. He groans as he takes his already hard cock in his hand and begins pumping slowly.
My tongue darts out to lick my lips and he’s on me the next second.
“Fuck, what am I going to do with you?” he murmurs, as he licks and nips along my jaw and down my neck.
“Keep me?” I suggest.
“Oh, little fox, there’s no escaping me.” He grabs my left hand, pulling it up for me to see the huge diamond reflecting in the soft light of the room.
“I can always take it off—”
“Don’t. You. Dare.” His tone leaves no room for argument, not that I want to take off his ring but I wanted to see how he’d react.
Remy eases down my body until his face is an inch from my pussy. His tongue swipes along my slit, jerking my hips from the bed.
“You taste like the ocean,” he murmurs against my skin, sending the vibrations straight to my pussy.
“I licked it, so it’s mine,” he taunts, smiling from between my legs.
“Really?” I laugh.
“Oh, you’ve been mine since the day you choked on my cock. Just one taste and I was addicted. You’re my own brand of drug that I would kill motherfuckers over.” He climbs up on me, licking his tongue across every dip and curve of my body. I tremble under his touch.
“Taste yourself.” He doesn't give me time to deny before he slams his lips down on mine. I tangle my fingers through his hair, pulling tight, knowing it makes him feral. Remy sweeps his tongue along mine, savoring every second. Moaning, I pulled his body down further, needing his skin against mine.
“You’re going to squeeze my cock so good,” he praises, leaning up and flipping me to my stomach so fast that I see stars.
“Geez! I would have rolled over if you’d asked.”
“Where’s the fun in that,” he whispers in my ear, his hot breath coating the wet path his tongue just took.
“Ass up, little fox.” His hand comes down on my flesh, causing me to whimper. I slide my knees under myself, leaning my weight on my elbows.
“Such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” His words send another wave of arousal through me.
“Yes, sir,” I moan.
“Mmm, I love it when you call me sir.” I can feel him drop behind me, pulling my ass cheeks apart. Unconsciously I try to move away, but his hands dig into my hips. Before I can argue, his tongue licks a path from my clit to my ass. It feels like it should be wrong but why does it feel so good? My legs begin to tremble as his tongue dances back and forth.
His finger replaces his tongue, pushing into my virgin hole. The burn is mixed with the pleasure of Remy swirling my clit in his mouth. He pulls back to grab something from his nightstand. A bottle of lube and a box appear next to me.
“What’s that?” I question.
“I bought these just for you,” he chuckles as he opens the box for me to see. Inside are three silver butt plugs, each larger than the next. He picks one up, twisting it around for me to see the back. I hadn’t realized what was connected to each of them until he runs the fur along my fevered skin.
“A fox tail, really?” I laugh.
“I couldn’t resist. Now, you’ll always be my little fox.”
Remington
Her face flames as I show her the perfect little tail I found. I grab the middle size, opting to forego the smallest because I’m impatient.
“Open,” I coax, pressing the cool metal into her mouth. Her eyes flash with defiance before she does what I say. The plug glides smoothly along her tongue, making me wish it was my cock instead.
“Good girl,” I purr into her ear. “Get it nice and wet for your sweet little ass.” She whimpers, closing her eyes as she sucks. Cupping her jaw, I open her mouth, stealing the plug and sealing my lips over hers.
“Ready?” I ask, but she only nods.
“Words, Fallon,” I warn.
“Yes, I’m ready, sir .” Fuck that sassy little mouth of hers gets her into so much trouble but she loves it as much as I do. My hand trails along her spine, then opens her ass to me. Ah, my last conquest.
I press the wet plug against her hole as she sucks in a breath. “Relax, little fox, or this will hurt more.” Her muscles relax a fraction, allowing the plug to wedge further in. She gasps and my hand grabs her hip, preventing her from moving away.
“Fuck.”
“Not yet.” My thumb presses against the base, relishing in the whine that escapes her as it seats firmly. “Good girl.”
“I–fuck.”
Letting go of her hip, I grab a handful of her hair, arching her neck to my mouth. “Fuckin’ addicted. Every fucking sound you make. Mine. These tears, everything.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“How do you feel?”
“Full,” she pants.
“I wish you could see how stunning you are right now.” I lean over to grab my phone from the nightstand.
“You’re going to be my new screensaver, little fox,” I chuckle as I take a picture of her perfect ass and tail. “Maybe I should make you wear this around the house?” I suggest, seeing her eyes flash with anger.
“No fucking way, Remy!” Tossing my phone, I grab her hair again, forcing her to meet my eyes.
“It’s a good thing I would kill anyone that saw you like this because you don’t get to tell me no.” Fallon grips the sheets in her hands, making her knuckles white.
“Then maybe I will trot around with it shoved up my ass. You did buy me this special treat. Don’t you want to see it put to use?” She flutters her eyelashes at me, snapping the last bit of restraint I had. I drop her hair, grabbing the lube from the bed.
As gently as I can muster, I pull the plug from her ass. Seeing her open before me, has me dripping the cool liquid down her crack then all over my cock. A whimper falls from her lips as my fingers circle her hole then thrust inside. I scissor them back and forth then slip them out, slapping her ass hard. The sound echoes through the room.
She writhes beneath me as I notch the head of my cock against her opening.
“It will feel good,” I promise, circling her clit as I inch further into her tight ass.
“Please,” she whimpers, pressing herself back into me.
“What does my girl need?” I tease.
“Just fuck me already!” That’s all the encouragement I need, before I thrust all the way inside the tightest channel I’ve ever felt.
“Fuckkk!” I yell, feeling her ass clench around me tighter. The force pressed Fallon further into the mattress, but I can feel her trying to press back against me.I pull out slowly, savoring the feeling of her ass gripping me. I thrust back in, harder this time, making Fallon cry out.
“Please, Remy,” she begs, her voice shaking. “I need more.”
I set a steady rhythm, fucking her deep and hard. I can feel her ass gripping me tighter with every thrust, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. I reach down, finding her clit with my fingers. I start to rub it in time with my thrusts, feeling her tremble beneath me.
“Oh god, Remy!” she screams, her orgasm crashing over her. I can feel her ass clenching around me, milking my cock.
“I’m going to fill this ass up,” I groan.
I can feel myself losing control, my thrusts becoming erratic as I feel my orgasm building. I slam into her one last time, my cock twitching as I fill her with my cum. I collapse over her back, panting and sweating as I try to catch my breath.
Pulling out slowly, I can see my cum dripping out of her ass and down her thick thighs, making me hard again. Fuck, what is she doing to me?
“Roll over, little fox,” I heave. I crawl up behind her, pulling her back against me.
“Did you like it?” I ask, brushing the hair from her shoulder to pepper kisses along her back.
“Mmhmm. Maybe more than I should have,” she giggles. “Although, I’m sure I’ll be sore.”
“I’ll take care of you. Forever.” I intertwine our fingers, running my thumb over her ring. A twisted satisfaction grows inside me, knowing I’m the first and last to have Fallon.
“I love you, little fox.”
“I love you, too, my pink psycho.” I chuckle at the name she gave me. If only she knew how crazy I am, especially for her.
Fallon
If love were an equation, it would be unsolvable—an enigma wrapped in silk. But equations fail us here; they cannot measure the weight of your laughter, the gravity of your touch, the deep gaze as your eyes search mine. The complexity of our equation is limitless. No right answers. It defies the neat lines and rigid rules. Love’s equation transcends variables and constants; it dances with chaos, laughing into the skies.
As the night envelops us, I know that our love will continue to defy explanation. Remy's arms around me are a reminder that this love is as infinite and powerful as the connection between us.
He started out as my bully, then my stepbrother, and somewhere along the way, he became my everything. His dark obsession engulfed me, pulling me from my own shadows until all I knew was him. My pink psycho.