Epilogue
EPILOGUE
Willow
Five years later…
“ D o we really have to invite your cousin, babe?”
He kisses the side of my cheek, looking over my shoulder at my guest list for the wedding. Believe me, I don’t want Tierney there either, but she’s family, so of course she’s invited. My mom would never forgive me if I didn’t include her. On the bright side though, she gets to watch my fairy tale unfold right before her very eyes. I’m going to be wearing the most beautiful white dress made by her favorite designer, walking down the aisle to the most gorgeous guy ever to exist, and then we get to ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after while she stays back here, still living with her parents, trying to figure out how to get people to pay her for taking pictures of herself.
“Yes, she’s invited.”
He grumbles, shaking his head as he takes a seat next to me.
“But don’t you want to rub it in her face just a little?” I ask. Little miss social media queen is still single, trying to find someone who wants to be married to a self-absorbed snob.
“I guess it will be fun seeing her stew in her jealousy.”
I look down at my hand, smiling as I recall the look on her face when she saw my ring for the first time. She was royally jealous and completely shocked. I was shocked by it too. The three-carat diamond is beyond anything I could’ve imagined. But Brennon said that his queen deserved nothing less than the biggest, most brilliant diamond he could find. I think he also wanted to make sure it could be seen by any male within a five-block radius.
“I should ask her what she thinks of turning Ryeson gay,” he teases, and we both burst out laughing. Tierney didn’t actually make Rye change teams, but she definitely had a hand in how the cards played out the night of the party. I wonder what she’ll think when she sees the two guys together at the wedding. Both her type: tall, sexy and wealthy, and both completely not interested in her. “But you’re not making her a bridesmaid, right?”
Definitely not. “No. My maid of honor will be Torrin. And then Presley, Ruby, and Sophie will be my bridesmaids.”
“Fucking fantastic.” He shakes his head, sounding pissed.
“What’s wrong? You love the girls.”
“That’s not the problem, babe. I just know that with Torrin in charge of your bachelorette party, strippers will be involved. Lots of naked men trying to grind up on my girl.”
I have to bite back my chuckle as I turn in my chair to face him. He certainly has nothing to worry about, but his pout is seriously cute. I shift between his spread thighs, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You know you never have any reason to be concerned, but if it makes you happy, I’ve already told her no strippers allowed. We’re going to this special resort, getting manis and pedis and massages, so you can relax, babe.”
“And how am I supposed to relax knowing you’re going to be sprawled out naked on a table with another woman’s hands rubbing lotion all over your body? Can I come and watch?”
I playfully slap his shoulder, narrowing my stare right on his smug smirk.
“No boys allowed. And I mean it. You and the crew better not even think about crashing our party.”
He crosses his heart with his finger, but there’s a gleam in his eyes that I don’t trust.
“Don’t worry. We’re planning the bachelor party for the same day.”
Now I’m the one feeling nervous.
“And what will you guys be doing? Going to strip clubs with some bingo card of dares?” The thought has me wanting to cancel my plans and stay home, cuddled up in bed with him.
“Never.” He pulls me in closer. “I told the guys they better keep it PG. Besides, Torrin already gave her warning, so I can promise you there will be no naked women.” I bet she has. Lukas will find himself sleeping out in the cold if he even looks at a girl in a bikini. Not that he ever would. He’s only had eyes for her since the day I met them.
“So, then what are you guys planning to do?”
“Play video games. Drink. Maybe play some football. I don’t really need a huge hurrah before I get hitched. I can’t wait until I’m locked down to the old ball and chain.”
“Hey now!” I grumble, secretly smiling on the inside. I love that he doesn’t feel like he’s missing out on anything. I feel the same. I don’t want to celebrate my last night being single. I want to celebrate our marriage and all that the future holds.
“You know how much I love you, right?” He grips the side of my face, placing a gentle kiss on my nose. “I can’t wait to say ‘I do.’”
“Me too.”
He kisses my cheek, then my lips, slipping between the part of my mouth. Heating my body right up with just one flick of his tongue. It’s an instant spark, igniting the hunger. After five years, the flame burns just as hot. We still can’t get enough of each other.
He pulls me from my chair onto his lap and my skirt rides right up my thighs. I can feel his hard cock nestled between my legs. The thin cotton of his jogging pants isn’t much of a barrier between us and it will soon become soaked if he keeps playing with my clit. His fingers are rubbing over me in slow rotations, circling me right into that riled state.
“Are you going to tease me or fuck me, Bren?”
His nostrils flare at my dirty command. He loves when I take charge, finding my confidence sexy. His big hands run between my legs and he tears my panties right off. I love it when he gets rough and fucks me wild. He’s always so sweet. My big, cuddly teddy bear. But every once in a while, the beast comes out.
“I’m going to fuck this little cunt so hard you won’t be able to walk straight.”
I grind myself over his lap, leaning into his ear.
“Then what are you waiting for?”