Epilogue
The bar at L”Ultima Cena was busy for a weeknight, and the buzz around me would have been overwhelming any other time, but it all faded into the background when Kiernan looked at me the way he was looking at me right now.
Like it was me he wanted for dinner.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” he said. Those words were loaded, but only he and I knew that.
Grinning, he slid off his worn barstool and stepped away, dodging stumbling patrons and weaving through tables cluttered with half-empty glasses.
I pulled my eyes from his retreating back and took a long drink of my rum and coke, emptying the glass.
My phone buzzed on the bartop.
Kiernan
Empty.
My pussy clenched.
Owen would be here any minute for our weekly dinner date, but I was sure he wouldn’t have to wait too long if we were quick—which we would have to be anyway. I was super thankful that we’d made a point to see one another often after I moved out several months ago. Being with Kiernan 24/7 now that we lived together was a literal fucking dream come true, and I was glad that my excitement about it hadn’t been diminished by the fact that I would no longer be living with Owen. We were as close as ever, and so were he and Kiernan.
I hopped down and made a beeline toward the back hall where the restrooms were. And I had apparently not been paying close attention to where I was going, because I smacked face-first into the back of a pretty redhead and sent her stumbling.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry. Are you okay?” I was mortified.
A tall man with dark hair and tattoos covering his arms reached out and grabbed her by the elbow as she stumbled. The way he held her, with a protective grip and a concerned expression, made me assume he was her significant other. “Oh, look. Someone just as clumsy as you are, Hunny Bee.”
“I am not clumsy,” she pouted up at him, then turned to me with a warm smile. “You’re good, no worries.”
Two other men crowded in behind her. The brown-haired one placed a hand on the small of her back while the blonde one planted a quick kiss on her freckled cheek.
I should have already been on my merry way, but curiosity held me in place. I raised an eyebrow at her. She just scrunched her nose in response.
“You, Hunter? Not clumsy?” Blondie asked incredulously as he pulled back from her.
The brown-haired one took her hand and wiggled his phone in front of her face, jerking a nod toward a booth in the far corner.
She squealed at the face on the screen. “TK! Oh my god!”
A dog barked in the background and I was sure I heard a gruff voice say something in Italian, but they were already halfway to their seats.
I had to shake myself out of the momentary trance I’d been in from seeing how comfy she’d been with three separate men. And none of them seemed to be jealous about it.
Good for her.
There was only one man I felt anything for these days, and he was waiting for me in the men’s room.
I shoved open the door and found him waiting impatiently by the sinks.
He said nothing about how long it had been since he texted. He just stalked toward me and shoved me against the wall, dropping to his knees and pulling my leg over his shoulder.
We were not strangers to public fun, but I had at least expected him to wait until we were in a stall. Not that it had mattered to either of us in the past.
“Kiernan, what if someo?—”
His mouth was on my cunt before I could finish the question, sufficiently cutting off my words and removing every other thought from my brain.
There was only us. Only him.
There would only ever be him.