Epilogue
The coffee shop was bustling this morning. The cold November rain wasn’t helping. Everyone was packed in. It’d become our traditional Sunday morning breakfast in the past two months. We had just finished our orders.
“Jake and Millie wanna know if we want to go to the Italian place or Teppanyaki for dinner next week,” he said, after glancing at his phone. I mulled it over, but before I could answer, he gazed at me lovingly. “Teppanyaki.”
“How did you know?” I laughed.
“I know my girl.” He winked and I couldn’t help the warmth spreading across my chest. I loved it when he called me his girl.
He typed back a message, then said he was going to settle the bill. This place was still outdated and required you to go to a till. Someone cleared their throat behind me. I assumed it was someone about to ask for the table, but when I spun around, I froze.
“I thought I’d find you here.” Wes smiled. His asshole friend was behind him with some woman on his arm.
“What are you doing here?” I stammered in shock. I hadn’t seen or heard from him since the night of my birthday when he unceremoniously broke up with me.
“Looking for you.”
“What?” I asked in surprise.
“I may have been hasty, and I hate to admit it, but I was thinking about you the other day and I wanted to see you.”
My jaw could have been picked up off the floor. Was he for real? “Why? You made it pretty obvious you were done.”
He dropped into the chair in front of me as if I’d invited him. “What have you been up to?”
“Work, life. Moving on,” I replied cooly, noting he hadn’t answered my question.
“Just like that, huh?”
Whatever shock I was in passed, instead anger moved in. I edged my chair forward leaning in closer to him. “I’m sorry. Was my life supposed to stop because you ended it with me?”
“Why is he wasting his time?” I heard the woman whisper out of the side of her mouth. I remembered her from my birthday party. She was a bitch then, too.
“Good question, you should ask him, since he came to me,” I snapped at her.
“Dinner, tonight.” I noted it was a statement, not a question directed at me.
My head shook. I was about to reply when another voice answered for me.
“She’s busy.” I heard Josh’s icy tone from behind me. “Get out of my seat.”
Wes glared between us, like a cat who caught the canary. He stood up and stepped back.
Josh took my hand in his and pulled me into him. “You can fuck right off and lose my wife’s number.”
“Wife?” His jaw dropped. I stood there, as dumbfounded as he was.
Josh added, “Soon to be.” And dragged me by the hand out of the café and into the rain.
“Uh. Are you insane?” I stage whispered.
“What?” He continued to march us away from the café towards our building around the corner.
“You just told Wes I was your wife, or soon to be, in a crowded cafe!”
“And?”
“Uhm, that’s going to be splashed all over the newscast and in case you have had a complete lapse of memory, we’re not married or engaged. Hell, we just started dating for real!”
“Whatever. No one cares about that.”
“I care.”
“About what?” He halted, making me nearly slam into him.
“What?” I repeated.
He turned and looked at me. “Which status matters more?”
My brows knitted together. I was genuinely confused at this moment. “Do you want to be my girlfriend, my fiancée, or my wife?” he asked.
I froze in place. “Please tell me this isn't some sick part of another bet?”
He stopped dead and pushed me up against the building wall. His warm body was pressed into mine. He pulled my chin up, so that I was forced to look at him.
“Look at me,” he demanded. My eyes locked on his. “The bet was over a long fucking time ago. And all it ever did was give me the balls to do something about the thing I was too cowardly to do anything about the first time.”
I damn near fell over.
“Wh-at?” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I... I…”
I didn't get a chance to say anything else, because his lips crushed mine. His hands wove into my hair and mine tugged on his wet shirt clinging to his muscles, balling it into a fist.
“There’s cameras.”
“So?”
“Josh,” I moaned against his lips. I didn’t want to stop, but I also knew in this area, it wouldn’t take long for someone to get a hold of the pics and end up on the internet.
He groaned, tugging me off the wall, and adjusting his cock straining against his pants. “We’re not done here. I want the dessert I was promised.”
He grabbed my hand, pulled me around the front of the building, and inside where Vincent shot us a cheeky glance.
The elevator doors hadn’t even closed, and Josh had me pressed against the glass, his hand up my skirt. I let him in. There was a thick pool of wetness between my thighs and I wanted relief. He nipped at my neck, leaving a brush of redness from his day-after growth.
“Mine,” he growled.
I almost came right then. My mind went blank.
He was rubbing against my dripping pussy and I was near finishing, when the elevator door snapped open.
Josh withdrew his hand, stared at me, and licked his fingers.
It was more of a turn-on than I could have imagined.
I grabbed him by his collar and dragged him to our front door, fishing for the keys from his pocket myself, making sure to brush against his hard-as-fuck cock that I couldn’t wait to ride.
He kicked open the door, dropping his keys, and immediately pushing me against the walls, down the hall, past our room, to the ensuite.
“You’re freezing,” he stated, as his eyes raked over my trembling lips.
“Warming up quickly,” I added, as he yanked his shirt over his head, leaving his abs for me to stare at.
I wanted to run my tongue over the soft flesh.
He spun around and shucked off our sopping wet clothes, piece by piece.
I was mesmerized watching him. His eyes devoured each inch of my exposed skin as our clothes made a heavy thud when they hit the floor.
I was left standing in nothing but my boots.
“Perfection,” he muttered, dropping to his knees and trailing his fingers across the raised skin. He closed the gap and began kissing between my thighs, his nose finding my center.
My hips involuntarily shifted into him. He inhaled deeply, pushing my legs apart. His fingers gripped my ass, pulling me towards him, his hot breath at my entrance. My arousal was at its peak. Clit throbbing for attention. Then his tongue swiped across me and my hands dug into his scalp.
“Fuck, you taste sweet.” He tossed one of my legs over his shoulder for better access and I leaned back against the counter for support. He licked feverishly, sucking on my clit ever so gently, until I was bucking my hips at him.
“Mhmm,” I moaned, as he stuck two fingers in, curling them at just the right spot. My moans became louder, echoing off the tile. He quickened his pace.
“I need you to fuck me,” I panted.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” I reached down and yanked him up. As much as I wanted him to lick every drop from me, my need for his cock was stronger.
His hands wandered up to my breasts, squeezing each one. My nipples pebbled in excitement. He pulled me in and spun me around, so I was facing the mirror, him behind me. He kicked my legs open.
He nuzzled my earlobe while his dick was pressed into my ass. He moved his hand down between my legs, thumb firmly pressed on my clit, and began to massage it. “Eyes on the mirror. You’re going to watch me fuck you.”
Holy. Fuck.
I damn near exploded on him.
I was dripping.
“You like that?”
Yes. Did I ever. My words were lost as I watched him in the mirror, his hands between my legs.
“Answer,” he commanded.
“I want to watch you fuck me.”
“Good girl,” he teased, leaning me over. His hand smacked against the cold skin of my ass and I gasped in shock.
Then I felt him at my entrance, he rubbed his tip just along it. Teasing me. My hands braced against the counter as my slickness coated him. My pussy throbbed, needing more.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded.
“My greedy girl wants her pussy full?”
“Yes.”
Smack.
I moaned. “So good.”
He pushed against me again, this time sinking in just a little. I moaned again. “More.”
He slid in further, holding me in place as he filled me up, moving slowly until he bottomed out, with me splayed across the counter.
“Fuck, baby, you’re tight,” he grunted into my shoulder blade.
My hips started to move and shift. My head bent down.
Smack. “Eyes up.”
The sting of the slap added to the pressure building as he slid in and out of me. My tits bouncing on the counter. Josh’s fingers digging into my hips.
“I love your pussy. It was made for me,” he declared, slamming into me.
My fingers grasped the counter for steadiness. My eyes stayed on the mirror. His abs were on display, the way his body coiled around me as his dick slid in and out. Watching him fuck me was a kink I was glad he unlocked.
“Mine,” he said with a thrust.
I nodded.
“My girl.” Thrust.
“My love.” Thrust.
“My wife.” Thrust.
I blinked.
“Yours.” Was all I could croak out. So many emotions flooded me.
My pussy clenched around him as my orgasm flooded me. He was right there with me as we both panted breathlessly. Staring into the mirror. I was almost afraid to look away. Did he mean it? He called me his wife earlier and now, I desperately wanted that title.
The sound in his voice. The crackle of energy in the air changed as he spun me towards him, placing a deep kiss on me. “You know, someone once asked me what my endgame with you was.”
I swallowed hard. “And?”
He inhaled a deep breath. “The thing I realized was, I don’t want an endgame. I want you. Forever. And if I recall, I asked you a question earlier.”
My brows knitted together. “What?”
“Do you want to be my girlfriend, my fiancée, or my wife?”
I blinked in confusion. “Please tell me this isn’t you proposing…”
“Does it need to be more romantic? Thought out?” he asked, as if he needed an honest answer.
“I dunno? I hadn’t ever thought of it.” I froze.
“Too bad. You should have.” He knelt to the ground and reached for his pants. Fishing out a small red box.
“Josh, I…” My words died on my lips. My breath hitched. Here he was, naked, on his knees in front of me, about to propose.
“Nothing with you has ever been done in the traditional sense and there isn’t a thing I would do differently.
And watching you standing here, naked, with nothing on but a giant rock from me, is exactly how it should go.
” He opened the box to reveal an exquisite pear-shaped solitaire ring with a simple gold band.
My hands clasped my mouth. “April Raine Summers. You are my everything. Will you please marry me?”
I stood frozen, taking in the scene, us naked, and somehow, it seemed to be perfectly us. And despite it all, there was nothing I wanted more than this man, in my favorite way, naked and on his knees. “Yes.”
He slid the ring on my finger and then pulled me in for a searing kiss.
As we laid in bed after our second round of orgasms and a glass of champagne, all I could think of was, this cannot be the story we tell people. “This is not how we’re telling people we got engaged.”
“What? Why?” he chuckled. “Would it be wrong?”
“We’d just had sex and were still in our post-sex haze,” I stated matter-of-factly, then I shook my head vigorously. “You’re doing it again. But with clothes on.”
He snort-chuckled. “We’ll see.”
My head rested against his chest, his thick arm wrapped around me as he kissed the top of my head.
The glow of the candlelight danced across my ring, making it sparkle in the dark.
My heart felt like it could explode with happiness.
Josh was right. There was nothing typical about us and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
THE END