Epilogue
DAYTON
“ It’s impossible to sit here without remembering our first time,” Vanessa said.
We were seated on our covered patio on the cushy loveseat that sat butted up against the windows. The kids would be in deep sleep by now. Once they’d had their bedtime story, they were usually out like lights.
“I think about it every time I step out here,” I said.
I reached over and took her hand. We’d gotten married ten years ago, and we’d only spent the occasional night apart since. Every now and then, Vanessa had to travel for writing conferences and author retreats, but for the most part, we were inseparable.
“I don’t think I could have ever imagined when I came up here to write that I’d end up married to the neighbor,” she said.
We were married with two beautiful kids. Our sons were eight and five, and they kept us on our toes. I never imagined fatherhood would be so exhausting and rewarding.
“We’re all alone out here, you know,” she said, unclasping her hand from mine and settling it on my thigh.
I was well aware of that. I was also aware of her fingers on the seam of my jeans—moving up, up, up. She skimmed my cock, and it jumped to attention, pressing urgently against my fly. My erection seemed to have gone from zero to one hundred in a split second.
“I’m well aware,” I said. “What do you want to do about it?”
She looked up at me, and I shifted to meet her stare. At the same time, her fingers boldly stroked my shaft through the thick fabric of my jeans. She knew I had a bulge, and she definitely wanted to do something about it.
“I want to fuck you,” she said.
I groaned. She knew I loved it when she talked dirty.
“I had no idea meeting you would be my lucky charm.” She lowered her gaze to her hand, watching her fingers trail a path up and down the fly of my jeans. “I started writing that second book the next day. I’ve never written anything that fast.”
“And that’s the book that put you on the map.”
Her follow-up to her first bestseller had become the talk of New York publishing.
Soon after, it landed a movie deal. It took a few years, but the movie finally came out, and by then, Vanessa had a third book set to release.
The movie had given her career huge momentum and from there, she’d had another successful book with one more on the way.
Her fingers pulled me out of my thoughts. They were fumbling with my zipper. This was on.
I glanced back over my shoulder at the dark house behind us, verifying that everything still looked calm in there. I knew the kids wouldn’t wake up, but I couldn’t help being a little paranoid about stuff like that.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Vanessa whispered as she lowered my zipper.
I groaned and reached for the fastening, which immediately provided some much-needed relief.
It was surprising how fast Vanessa could turn me on.
Sometimes it came from just looking at her across the dinner table.
She’d toss me a sexy smile that clearly communicated “as soon as we get these kids to bed, it’s on. ”
“Tug those down,” she commanded, her voice sounding husky.
I did exactly that, my erection practically leaping out of my underwear, sticking straight up.
She pushed herself to her feet and moved between my legs, lowering until her mouth was positioned just above my tip.
Then she snaked out her tongue and ran it around until I could barely breathe, I was so turned on.
It took only seconds for her to get me so worked up, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold out.
She fully expected me to reach down and grab her arm, nudging her upward.
She even had a smile on her face as she stood between my legs, removing her T-shirt and shorts.
Then she worked the clasp on her bra as I tugged her underwear down, letting them fall to her feet.
I had a finger inside that sweet pussy even before she was in position. She was so wet, it brought another groan from me. I used the other hand to maneuver her into place, then moved my finger to her clit as she slid onto me, taking me deep inside her.
“Oh God, that feels good,” she whispered.
The kids couldn’t possibly hear us out here, and we certainly didn’t have to worry about neighbors.
We’d built our home on this beautiful lot where we’d had our first time—a lot that had become my refuge in the years before I met Vanessa.
There was nowhere else to build on this prime spot, which meant we had all the privacy we could want on nights like this.
My thumb moved over her clit as I ran my tongue over her left nipple. She threw her head back, putting a hand on each shoulder. She even let out a “mmph” when I gently nipped her nipple with my teeth. She liked that. I’d learned that early on.
This was my number one strategy for holding out these days. Focus on giving my woman pleasure. The problem was, the more turned on she got, the bolder her moves were on my cock, and that alone was threatening to topple me over the edge.
I refused to take my eyes off her, though. Not long ago, I figured out ways to hold out while still watching her. I didn’t want to miss a second of the sight in front of me.
Vanessa bit her lip, eyes still closed, clutching my shoulders like they were a life raft. Maybe they were, in a way. What I was doing to her made her so weak, she might fall backward if she didn’t hold on to something.
“Oh yes,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes. Yes.”
She was clearly keeping it down to avoid the kids overhearing. She began moving faster and faster, those beautiful tits bouncing up and down.
I reached up with my left hand and ran my thumb over her nipple, tracing the same path I had with my tongue earlier. That seemed to do it. Her grip tightened on my shoulder, her bounces becoming less extreme.
And then I felt her walls clench around me. I knew it wouldn’t be long for me either. My gaze feasted on her beautiful body. It was almost hard to believe she was mine. All mine. And I was all hers.
My eyes slid closed as my orgasm overtook me, racing through my body. I wished it would never, ever end—but it ended all too soon. She collapsed onto me, relaxing against my body, her arms wrapped around me as my hands settled into the small of her back.
I could fall asleep like this, but that wouldn’t work with two kids in the house. She finally climbed off me and got dressed, glancing inside the house as she did.
“I guess we managed to keep quiet,” she said, looking down at me with a smile. Once we were both fully dressed, she settled back onto the loveseat, this time snuggling close to me. “This is the best moment of the day,” she said.
I nodded. “Yep. At one time, I had to come out here all by myself and sit on a rock to look at this view. Now I can sit on my own back porch with you.”
“Yeah, your buddies still haven’t stopped giving you shit for snatching up the best piece of land in Seduction Summit.”
I laughed. “They’ll get over it. Someday.”
“I guess we’re both lucky to have a life worth envying.”
“I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”
“Me either.”
I kissed her on the forehead, then settled my head back on the headrest. It was a good thing little Gigi liked sleeping with the kids, or we’d have her to deal with right now.
Gigi was getting up there in age, but she had a good life.
I knew when she died someday, the kids would ask for another dog to replace her.
I had a feeling they’d want a dog very similar to Gigi.
I was thinking golden retriever or Aussie, but I didn’t care. A small dog would work for me. Whatever my kids and wife wanted—their happiness made me happy.
As we sat quietly, staring up at the stars, I couldn’t help but think about what a great little matchmaker Gigi was. She’d brought Vanessa to me, and I’d forever be grateful to her for that.
But this town had a habit of bringing people together, so I’d credit Seduction Summit too. Whoever or whatever was responsible had changed my life for the better, and I thanked my lucky stars every day.