Epilogue
EROS
That skirt is driving me nuts. It doesn’t help that she’s wiggling around in my lap.
She elbows me when I slide my hand up her thigh, under her skirt.
That’s not going to deter me. I’m ready to go.
We’ve had dinner and dessert, and now everyone has been conversing for the past few hours.
I’ve been on edge since the moment she slipped her little outfit on today.
Bonte laughs at something. I don’t know what.
The only thing I’m paying attention to is her.
When she laughs, it makes that ass of hers rub more on my dick.
How easy would it be for me to undo my pants, slide her panties to the side, and slip right into her warm heat?
Except for those damn stockings of hers.
They’re thin with a fishnet pattern; ripping them would be loud for sure.
Wonder if I say it's time to go if my mom will give me one of her mom stares.
It's Sunday, and that means it's mandatory family dinner.
Bonte loves them, and her dad often comes along too.
He's been keeping his nose clean. Well, as clean as you can working for the Marinos. He moved into a condo not far from us, making it easy for him to pop in whenever the fuck he wants. I keep my mouth shut about that because it makes Bonte happy. They’ve been able to repair their relationship, and I want it to continue to grow.
I need to remind myself that I have to share some of her time.
Especially now that she's in college. Which is better than when she was in high school.
That shit was all day. With college, she has a few courses online and a couple at the university.
Bonte's not sure what she wants to major in or if college is for her.
I can take care of the both of us and told her not to rush.
She's dipping her toes in. I think she should stick to her art. My girl has skills and an eye for it.
Our once bare-bones home is now filled with color and life. She's put her touch on every inch of the place. I didn't know how that shit could affect you. When I walk into our home, I'm hit with warmth. I never realized how much I needed that, but that was the case with a lot of things before Bonte.
"What!" half the room says in unison, snapping my attention off my girls' legs and onto whatever they are talking about. Bonte's eyes are wide with shock.
"What?" Naomi asks. "You think I'm not marriage material?"
"It's one thing to say maybe I'll get married. You just said you are getting married," my mom says to her. Mac and I share a look. This is kind of news to me. I didn't think it would happen. It was more talk.
"I get to help plan it," Nix announces.
"We don't even know to whom!?" Bonte adds.
Her shocked expression is gone, and now she's glaring at Naomi.
The two of them are tight, having grown closer over the last year.
Naomi is also always popping up at our place.
Sometimes it seems a bit surreal just how much Naomi has changed since Bonte came into her life.
But then I remember how much of an effect she has on me.
I can't deny that there is something about Bonte that attracts the darker personality. It could be that she can relate and still give off the sweet softness.
"It might be an arranged marriage," Naomi informs the room. It shouldn’t be shocking that she’s just dropping these information bombs on everyone. The room falls dead silent at that.
"What year is it?" Nix asks. "That's still a thing outside of romance books?" It is still very much a thing. Do people forget that Tova was ordered to marry War?
“Not to be crude—”
“Liar.” Jax is interrupting Nix. She shoots him a death glare along with her middle finger and continues.
“But Naomi. You know if you get married, you have to like kiss and have sex with them. Be affectionate… even cuddle sometimes.” I press my face into Bonte’s back. I don’t know why that’s so humorous, but it is.
“I will not discuss such things,” Naomi says curtly, sounding scandalized. This shit is getting all kinds of intriguing. I find Naomi’s demeanor more interesting than the arranged marriage part.
“Oh, we will be,” I hear my girl say under her breath.
“Are you blushing?” Now that, I have to see, and I go back to watching this all unfold.
“It’s warm in here, and can we not talk about these things right now?
My father is here.” I do have to admit, I cannot picture Naomi kissing anything, but then again, I would have said the same about myself.
The thought of someone being that close to you is unsettling.
Bonte’s different. She can crawl inside of me for all I care. Actually, that sounds nice.
“Is War responsible for this?” Nix turns her ire onto our uncle. “And wait.” She points between Mac and me. “Why the hell are you two so quiet about this?”
“I think it’s time to head out.” I stand, putting my girl on her feet. She spins around to face me.
“Do you know things?”
“Might know a few things.” I shrug.
“You’re going to get it.”
“That's the plan, Hellcat.”
“Don’t be all cute, and put that away.” She pokes my dimple, which I guess is showing. “You're in trouble.” Her acting mad at me is adorable and only has me wanting her more.
"We're out; we actually have plans," I tell everyone, grabbing Bonte's hand, not wanting to say goodbye for thirty minutes. My dick is too hard for that shit.
"Oh my God!" Bonte laughs. "Bye, I guess." She waves to everyone as I lead her out of the living room and toward the front room. "Why are you in such a hurry?" she asks when we get outside. "Does this have anything to do with this outfit you picked out for me?"
"Yes." Bonte licks her lips. “In,” I order, pointing to the SUV’s door I’m holding open. She hops inside, a smug expression on her beautiful face.
Today she’s got on her dark eyeliner, and her lips are painted a deep purple.
Everything about what she is wearing is reminiscent of the night we met, and I’m sure Bonte had put that together when I laid out the black pleated skirt and button-up white shirt and those fucking fishnet pantyhose.
She made sure to take her time getting dressed, and she’s tortured me all damn night in that getup.
I slide into the driver’s seat, pulling down and out of War’s driveway and through the gates.
Bonte plays with the ring on her finger that I put there after she graduated.
The rectangular black diamond is surrounded by diamonds all around it.
The band is thick with etchings of vines.
I never thought of myself as the creative type, but I’m damn proud of that wedding ring.
Our wedding was on a whim, and people weren’t too happy about that.
I don’t give a shit. Bonte and I just wanted to be married.
I want as many ties as I can get to her.
In time she’ll have our child too. I told her I was ready when she was, but I’m also enjoying our time together and those last-second trips we’re always taking.
I already know she wants three kids, and I want what she’s willing to give me.
“Eros.” Bonte gives me a sly smile when I turn off the main road and loop around to the backside of the Marino property toward the trees that cover one full side.
Tonight is the perfect night. The moon is bright and high in the sky, giving just enough light.
“Are we doing what I think we are?” She licks her lips. I pull the SUV to a stop.
“If you—” I’m cut off when she flings open the door and bolts. I watch as her skirt shifts higher, taunting me.
I shouldn’t have expected any less of my little hellcat. She knows I love a good chase, and she loves when I catch her. I take my time, wanting to give her a head start. I try to count to ten, but fuck, I can’t help myself; I take off after her.
I watch her dart between the trees, coming up quickly behind her. I hear her mutter a curse and push herself to go fast. My girl isn’t a fan of running but still loves the chase.
She darts off down a small path, but I cut through to get to her fast and put us out of our misery. We both know she could never escape me. I’d die in these woods before I left them without her.
I pick up my speed, seeing her come down to the left, still on the narrow pathway.
She hears me coming, my steps heavy. Bonte tries to fake a turn, but it’s too late; I’m on her.
I wrap my arms around her and take us both to the ground, making sure my body takes the force of it, and then roll, pinning her beneath me.
“No.” She fights me, only making my cock painfully harder.
I let her get in a few blows before I pin her hands above her head.
Bonte’s breathing is heavy, but I’m not giving her a chance to catch her breath.
I knee her legs apart, my hand gripping the front of her shirt.
I yank, sending the buttons flying before I pull her bra down, her tits spilling free.
“Oh God.” She moans when my mouth latches on to one of her nipples. I reach between us, still sucking on her, and rip the pantyhose before I lift my hand to quickly undo my pants, pushing them down.
“You’re wet for me already. You want this as much as I do. No matter how much you try to fight me.”
“No.” She snaps at me with her teeth. Fuck, I love my hellcat. She's gone feral on me. I tug her panties to the side, my fingers pushing through the folds of her pussy.
“Little liar.” I sink my finger inside of her, proving my point before pulling it back out. “I’ll spank you for that later. Right now, I want my reward.”
“Get off me, you asshole.”
“Be still, and it will be over quicker.” I push my body more between her thighs, pinning her to the ground, guiding my cock to her opening. “Just let me have it. I know you want it.”
“Fuck you.”
“No, I’ll be fucking you.” I sink fully inside of her, and a loud groan is ripped from me.
“Eros,” she moans as her body gives way, stretching her open for me. Fuck she looks absolutely stunning.
“Always so tight for me.” I try to kiss her, and she turns her head. I grip her chin, pulling her face back toward me. “You’ll kiss me, or I won’t let you come.” This time when her eyes narrow on me, she’s not acting.
I crash my mouth down onto hers, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She kisses me back with the same fervor as I start to fuck her.
“Fuck yes.” Another groan rips from me, sounding pained, and it always is because my girl is starting to come, her pussy locking down around my cock, demanding I come with her.
I do. I can never resist her. I come hard, growling out her name as I plant my knee to thrust fully inside of her, bottoming out. The head of my cock is against her cervix as I come inside of her. It takes everything from me, my body giving out.
I release my hold on her hands and roll, keeping my cock inside of her as she straddles me.
“Holy shit,” I mutter. Now it’s me who’s out of breath.
Bonte presses her palms against my chest to sit up.
Her hair is a wild mess, her lipstick is smudged, and her shirt is hanging open, giving me a beautiful view of her spectacular tits, her nipples still hard.
The knees of her pantyhose are ripped to shreds.
The moon shines down on her, making her glow.
“You don’t think we’re done, do you?” She gives me a wicked smile.
No, I don’t. We both know when it comes to her, my hellcat, my wife… I’ll never be done.
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