Epilogue
Xavier
Three months later
“Can you keep it in your pants until you’re in the car at least?” Sebastian gives me a shove on the shoulder and stands back as I round the car to open the door for Corrine.
“You newlyweds are the ones who need to keep it in your pants,” Corrine says, laughing. “I’m not sure the resort will let another round of ‘sex in the hot tub’ fly, just because you practically own the place.”
“We’ll see about that,” Sebastian says, and grabs Riley’s ass through her wedding gown. “No panties, right Mouse?” he asks her.
“Guess you’ll find out,” she smiles and winks at Corrine. “Drive safe you guys. Love you!”
I reach across the console and put my hand on Corrine’s thigh. “What do you say to a little fun while we drive?”
She smiles. “You keep your hands on the wheel and I’ll decide what kind of fun we’ll be having.” I smirk, knowing Corrine’s had just the right amount of champagne to not care about giving head on the drive home, plus she knows how crazy it makes me when she won’t let me touch her.
I pull the Lincoln out of the circular driveway, shifting in my seat as Corrine already reaches for my pants and begins unzipping my fly. My dick is hard and eager, I’ve been watching her all night in her tight little bridesmaid dress, having to regularly adjust my erection so people don’t think I’m too much of a sleaze.
She starts stroking my dick, going up and down the shaft, and I’m instantly groaning. Then I feel her tongue dart across the tip. This is going to be really fucking difficult to keep it together, especially given how dark this road is. “Fuck Corrine,” I whisper, “I may have to pull over.”
“You just get us home and then you can do whatever you want,” she says, and takes my dick all the way in her mouth. My knuckles are white from my grip on the wheel, and I briefly close my eyes with pleasure. There’s no one on these roads late at night usually. After all, the resort is on a remote island in the Caribbean so there’s not a lot of traffic, period. So it takes me by surprise when headlights are suddenly gaining on us from behind. No one was around when they were leaving the hotel.
“Babe,” I say, “hold on a second.”
“What?” she asks. She lifts her head up to look behind the car. “What are they doing?” she asks.
The headlights are now right behind us, the car’s speed matching mine. “Corrine,” I say, beginning to panic, “I need you to put your seatbelt on.”
“What the fuck are they doing?” she asks, her eyes wide as she stares at the car now practically on our bumper. “Xavier!”
It’s her voice and the lights in my eyes from the rearview mirror and I know all of a sudden that it’s happening again. She is going to be stolen from me too, just like before.
Then there’s impact, and the force of the car sends my Lincoln careening off the side of the road. I'm gripping the wheel, memories and fears crowding my brain and making it hard to concentrate on what’s happening now. I hear screaming, and everything goes black.