Epilogue
Cece
“Fuck, you feel so good. God, I can’t get enough of you,” Cash moans as he pumps his cock in and out of me against the kitchen counter.
Have I mentioned how much I love this kitchen?
“Right there. Oh God, I’m going to come,” I cry.
Cash wraps his hand around my chin and turns my head to the side so he can reach my mouth from where he stands behind me.
The kiss is frenzied and deep as I tighten around him.
I moan into his mouth and my pussy pulses hard as the orgasm washes through me, each wave as intense as the last. His movements become hurried, and moments later, he spills inside me on a roar.
When his hips stop moving, he takes a step back, running his palms over my naked ass.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect,” he pants out.
“Mmm, I wish we could stay here for the rest of the day, but we have to get all this stuff to the clubhouse,” I say, looking at the to-go containers sitting on the other counter. “Lucy might actually barge in here if I don’t get these lemon curd cupcakes to her.”
Cash chuckles and grabs a wet paper towel, dipping it between my legs to clean up our mess.
Since moving into the house, Cash has been absolutely insatiable. I think seeing my things all over the place fills him with what my sister likes to call “caveman tendencies.” He can’t keep his hands off me.
I was packing up and ready to head out the door a half an hour ago, but Cash strolled in the kitchen and saw me in my sundress with my hair pulled up.
He couldn’t resist kissing my bare skin.
Which turned into him getting on his knees and going under said dress before he turned me around and flipped up the back, taking me against the counter in our kitchen.
“I can’t help it. You look too good to not eat out,” Cash says with a smile.
“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes,” I tell him, and he laughs.
We pack up his truck and make our way to the clubhouse.
I walk into the kitchen and put everything away while Cash heads outside to say hello to his brothers and wish Barrett a happy birthday.
Grabbing the blender, I pull out the container of watermelon from my bag and go about making two of my favorite watermelon drinks.
One for me, and one for my pregnant sister.
I still haven’t touched a drop of alcohol in the two months that we’ve been back, and I don’t plan to.
I don’t need to numb any of my feelings.
Even the bad ones. Those I take out at Roman’s gym when we work out together.
Walking outside, I see my sister and the other old ladies sitting around a table under the patio cover.
“Hey, sister. How’s the demon?” I ask, handing her the watermelon concoction.
“Still making me puke every morning,” she replies with a smile and takes a sip of the pink drink. “This helps, though. I mean, I’d prefer it contained vodka, but…”
“Lucy,” Charlie admonishes, shaking her head.
“What? I didn’t say I was going to put it in there. I would never do anything to hurt the spawn growing inside me. All I’m saying is vodka would be a nice addition after he or she comes screaming from my vagina.”
“Wow, you paint such a lovely picture, Lucy,” Mia says across from her.
“It’ll be magical, I’m sure,” my sister deadpans. “How are you?” she asks me. “I feel like I never see you anymore.”
“You see me all the time. Probably more than when I lived with you.”
The day we got back—after we took Lucy for food, of course—Cash and I showed up with his truck, and he moved all of my things into his house. Not that I had much of my own, but now all of it is at the house Cash decided to keep.
“But it’s not the same. Jude misses your music.”
I bark out a laugh. “I’m sure that’s not true.”
My relationship with my sister has gotten better these last couple months.
Now I spend time with her like we used to, sitting and talking and getting to know each other again.
And I still use her kitchen to bake on occasion because, according to my sister, the baby likes the smell of fresh-baked bread.
The guys are in the backyard playing cornhole as classic rock plays from the speakers.
Barrett is three sheets to the wind since, apparently, it’s club tradition that every time someone wishes him a happy birthday, he has to take a shot.
Sounds like a one-way ticket to alcohol poisoning if you ask me.
The hour is getting late, which means the dancers from the strip club are going to start showing up, and the party is going to really get going.
In fact, as soon as the thought crosses my mind, a couple of the girls from the club walk through the back patio door and straight to the birthday boy.
The man can barely stand straight, but that doesn’t stop him from grabbing each girl around the waist and pulling them to his side.
“Ladies,” he booms. “Now it’s a party.”
The girls titter out laughter, and Lucy stands. “Okay. Time to go. I’m way too sober to think he’s funny right now.”
Another girl walks through the door, younger than the ones from the club. Much younger.
“What the hell?” Mia says as we see the girl look around, her determined gaze landing on Barrett.
She marches up to him while he’s laughing at something one of the dancers whispers in his ear. Naturally, all of us walk over to where they are to find out what on earth is going on.
“Are you Barrett O’Neil?” the girl asks.
She can’t be older than fifteen, and that’s being generous.
He stops talking to the dancers and looks at the girl who has long dark hair under the black beanie she’s wearing.
She’s swimming in her baggy T-shirt, and her jeans look two sizes too big.
Lucy says that’s the fashion for young girls nowadays, but what do I know?
That’s certainly nothing I would have been allowed to wear growing up.
“Yeah,” he answers, looking confused.
Jude comes to stand next to him and the dancers, nodding toward them to go somewhere else.
“You knew my mom. Samantha Fuller.” The girl pulls out a picture and shows it to him. “See. That’s you, and that’s my mom. I’m her daughter, Sydney. And you’re my dad.”
If it weren’t for the low music playing in the background, it would be dead silent. I’m not even sure if Barrett is breathing. His gaze travels down to the picture Sydney is holding, then back to her face.
“Holy shit,” Jude says, slapping Barrett on the back, nearly knocking the man over. “Congratulations. It’s a girl.”
The End
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