Epilogue
Leighton
Two months later
“I can’t believe you’re engaged. I better be your maid of honor. Let me see that rock again.” Chevelle said over our FaceTime call. I sat at my vanity, the one Cash set up for me when I moved in, complete with all my favorite skincare, haircare, and makeup. It was a lot of work being a woman.
I ran a brush through my hair and laughed, flashing the big diamond on my finger once more, the stones sparkling in the warm afternoon sun. “Of course you’re my maid of honor, silly. But don’t worry, we have plenty of time. I want a long engagement.”
“Yes, I know. You need to savor the moment.” Chevelle jokingly mocked me.
We discussed our weddings over and over while growing up, and my plan was always to take a good year or two to plan the wedding.
You only got to be a fiancée and a bride once, or at least I hoped only once, and I wanted to enjoy it.
There didn’t need to be a rush to the altar.
“Exactly. In the meantime, hurry up and move here. This town needs a florist like you around. The only place around here to buy flowers is the garden center. I bet you could open your own shop and make a killing at specialty arrangements, like for events such as my wedding. By the way, don’t forget you’re in charge of the flowers for my wedding. ”
“I better be.” Chevelle grinned.
“Better be what?” Cash asked from behind me. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around my neck.
“Her maid of honor! You know, the woman you stole from me, Cash!” Chevelle teased.
“How could I not? She’s perfect. But maybe I’ll share.” Cash buried his face in my hair. “You smell so good, baby.”
“Okay, and that’s my signal to go. Have a good time tonight, lovebirds.” Chevelle blew me a kiss before disappearing from the screen.
I batted Cash’s hands away. “You better stop, or we’ll never make it to dinner with your parents.”
He checked his watch. “Dinner’s not for another hour. Jolene has already picked up Sammy, which means we’ve got time to kill.” Cash’s eyes darkened, and his hands landed on my shoulders.
In one swift movement, he pushed my silk robe off my shoulders, and the smooth fabric fell around my waist, my bare breasts now on display. His hands moved down my chest and cupped my breasts, his thumbs grazing over my pert nipples. My head fell back against his chest, and I moaned.
Cash reached down and lifted me into his arms, his mouth finding mine, his tongue pushing inside to explore. He walked us over to the bed and laid me down gently near the edge before falling to his knees.
I fisted the sheets in anticipation, and when his tongue plunged inside the depths of my pussy, I cried out in pleasure while arching my back.
Cash’s tongue brought me soaring to new heights, heights I’d never reached before when orgasming on my own. No guy had ever made me come before, but Cash…my God, he was something else.
As his tongue worked its magic, I braced myself for the onslaught of the tidal wave that soon crashed over me and had me crying out his name in a fit of passion.
I thrashed on the bed as I came again and again, and when he finally stopped, he got to his feet, flipped me onto my stomach, and lifted me onto all fours.
I knew what was coming. His hard, thick dick stretched me in every way.
When he took me from behind, I told him how much I loved him.
Again and again.
My sexy, rugged mountain man who opened his guarded heart to me and showed me the world.
THE END