Epilogue
Jenny
“Mom? Dad?” Eaton calls out as we walk through the front door of the cutest little bungalow.
“In here,” a woman replies, and Eaton takes my hand and pulls me into the home.
“Do I look okay?” I ask, looking down to make sure the ruffles on my skirt are flattened. I opted for a pale yellow eyelet dress with pretty layers and a sweetheart neckline. It’s a little short to be “meet the parents” appropriate, but Eaton loves it when I show off my legs and after everything he’s done for me, the least I can do is give him this.
“Baby Cakes, you look drop-dead gorgeous,” he whispers, stopping me before we reach what I’m assuming is the kitchen, judging by the pots banging around. “Don’t think I missed the fact that you’re showing off those thick thighs for me. I can’t wait to get home and kiss every inch of them.”
He leans in to kiss me, his hands going right to my ass, but I block him with a hand to his face. “Not here. I’m meeting your parents for the first time, and I need them to think I’m a respectable woman.”
“You weren’t very respectable this morning when you gave me a handy on your knees and wanted me to go off all over your pretty face.”
“A jizz facial a day keeps the wrinkles at bay.” I grin, and Eaton groans.
“Fuck. Please don’t make me hard. My dad and Sam will never let me live it down.”
“Then stop reminding me of how much it turns me on to have your cum dripping?—”
“You must be Jenny,” a woman says, walking toward us.
Eaton removes his hands from my ass and turns us to face his mom. “Mom, this is Jenny. Jenny, this is my mom, Ima.”
“Nice to meet you,” I say, holding out a hand that Ima ignores, instead pulling me into her ample bosom for a hug.
“You too, sweetheart. I’ve heard so much about you. I feel like I already know you.”
“I see you hiding, Casey. Come here and meet Jenny.” Eaton waves to a man peering over the corner.
“Finally, I get to meet the handsomest Beavers brother,” I say, hoping to make Casey comfortable, and it works. He beams at me but still keeps his distance, hiding behind his mom.
“Nice to meet you,” he replies.
“You, too.”
“Handsomest brother, huh? I thought that was me.” Another man strolls down the hall, and he’s undoubtedly Eaton’s other brother. He looks like a carbon copy of my man, only a few years younger and less blue-collar. Instead of worn jeans and a blue Carhartt T-shirt like Eaton, Sam has on slacks and a button-down. In his defense, his sleeves are rolled, and the top button is popped.
Next to him is another slightly shorter man with black hair that partially covers one of his eyes and looks hella cool. He’s wearing a black band tee and tight black jeans that only add to his rocker image. I can just picture him playing the guitar and singing some emo tune.
“Jenny, this is Sam and his husband, Bryan.”
Surprisingly, they both give me a hug, just like his mom did. I immediately feel welcome as we make our way to the open kitchen, dining room, and family room. The original copy of the Beavers man stands and grins down on me. He’s a silver fox, and there’s no doubt Eaton will look just like him in twenty-five years.
“Jenny, this is Seymour, my dad. Dad, this is my fiancée, Jenny.” The room collectively gasps, including me, because I didn’t think we were going to tell them that little tidbit the first time I met his family. I expect all hell to break loose and for everyone to tell Eaton what a fool he is, but instead, another round of hugs and congratulations is unleashed.
Once things settle, we’re led to the dining room, where we have a delicious dinner. Eaton’s family is just like him, big, loud, and pushy. Well, everyone except Casey and Bryan. Instead of trying to get a word in or arguing that we couldn’t eat another bite, the three of us created our own little island and talked amongst ourselves. It’s tons of fun, and I can tell I’m going to enjoy being part of this family.
After dinner, Eaton takes my hand, wanting to show me his childhood bedroom that his mom hasn’t yet gotten around to turning into her dream library. Walking around the space, it’s like a time warp back to an era I wasn’t part of. Next to a tower of CDs is a desk with an ancient looking CD player sitting on it, skateboard decks hang on the walls between photos of Eaton with his friends, and his bed is made with a blanket in an awful shade of purple.
“Your hair.” I giggle, pointing to a picture. The hair on top is longer and parted in the middle, the sides are cut around his ears, and then it appears to be longer in the back, too.
“Don’t laugh at me,” he says, pulling me into him. He slips his hands under the skirt of my dress and palms my bare ass. “Love it when you wear thongs.”
“Eaton! Your whole family is just down the hall,” I whisper-shout.
“They’re watching a movie. They won’t hear a thing.” He grinds his rock-hard Johnson against me, giving my dirty mind all sorts of ideas.
“Okay, but we need to be fast.” I slip the sleeves of my dress off and set my knockers free.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He kisses me long and hard. “Pull your panties down a little.”
“Why not off?”
“Don’t argue.”
The naughty glint in his eye excites me and has me doing what he says. I pull the G-string down just far enough to expose my cooter while Eaton undoes his pants and frees his cock. The fat mushroom head is bright pink, and the thick veins are popping, telling me he’s been hard for a while now.
He takes himself in hand while reaching between my legs. His fingers glide through my moist folds before pushing past my outer lips and finding my clit. While he strokes himself, he fingers me with the confidence of a man who knows exactly how to get me off.
He spits onto his palm, using it for lube as he fucks his own hand. It’s such a turn-on to watch him get us both off while all I do is stand here. His gaze is locked on my tits, so I fondle them to give him a show.
“Damn, Baby Cakes, you’re gonna make me come. Pinch those nips and give them a little tug.” He swallows hard as I stretch my nipples, reveling in the delicious pain. “Can you come for me, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, grinding against his fingers that are now inside me, stroking my G spot. “Oh my God.”
His hand works himself faster as a big O hits me like a tidal wave. I grab onto his shoulders just in case my legs give out as I come all over his hand silently, which isn’t an easy feat.
“Shit. I’m coming.” He pulls his hand from between my legs and quickly rubs my cum all over his hard, throbbing pussy pounder.
Stepping closer, he crouches a bit to wedge the head of his cock between my pussy lips as he milks his cock. His breathing is erratic and his movements are jerky as I watch his milky white love juice spill all over the gusset of my panties. I’m too turned on by his dirty little game to think about the repercussions, that is, until he pulls my panties up.
“Just a little reminder that you’re mine for the drive home.”
“Eaton, I can’t go back out there with your cum in my panties. It’s going to drip down my thighs.”
“Fuck, that thought alone is going to get me hard all over again.”
“Eaton!”
“We’re on our way out anyway. Just tell everyone goodbye, and we’ll be out the door. Besides, don’t you want your box getting soggy in my thick creamy jizz all the way home?”
My eyes flutter closed. “When you put it like that. . . .”
“That’s my good girl.” He pats my cunt over the sopping wet undies. “Now, let’s go.”
Last week, I was broken-hearted and crying into my Wheaties. This week, I’m in Eaton’s childhood bedroom with a load of jizz in my panties, an engagement ring on my finger, a business that’s taking off, and my soul mate by my side, making every single day the best day of my life.
And I owe it all to a secondhand bookstore and the spicy cover of a romance novel.