Epilogue #2
An arm drapes across my shoulders before I feel Savannah lean her head against mine.
Lexi threads her hand through mine, giving it a tight squeeze.
We watch as Colin climbs to the top rope, poised and ready, waiting for the perfect moment, until finally he explodes out of the corner.
He tucks his legs, spinning four hundred and fifty degrees before reaching his center of impact: Wolf’s upper body.
Neither man moves at first, both seemingly gassed from over forty-five minutes of nonstop action. The crowd rises to their feet, anticipation mounting with every breath, until slowly, Ryker stirs awake, and as if it takes everything he has left, he hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
Three…
The bell rings, and tears coat my eyes as the crowd cheers. Brooks and Brody begin a “Thank you, Wolf,” chant that takes over the arena.
When the men in the ring begin to stir, I know I’m no longer looking at the EWE characters anymore, but the real men behind the masks.
Colin is the first to his feet, but he wastes no time meeting his friend in the center of the ring.
They shake hands before Ben pulls him into a tight embrace, whispering something in his ear that makes Colin’s own eyes well with tears.
“You need to go over there,” Savannah says, gently pushing me forward out of her embrace.
I look over my shoulder at the line of people standing there—Brooks Taylor, Savvy Skye, Brody Wilder, Lexi James, Nash Williams, and Rae Rose—and the emotion written across their faces.
This isn’t just the closing of a chapter for Wolf Bennett, but for all of them.
Nine years ago, if you had told me this is what my life would look like, I would have said you were crazy.
Me, not only a fan of EWE, but married to a professional wrestler?
No way. But I wouldn’t change it for the world.
My heart races as I walk through the crowd, but when his eyes meet mine, the whole world melts away, and it’s just us.
He doesn’t hesitate to jump out of the ring, racing to the barricade, where I meet him.
Ben bends down to kiss me, pulling me hard against his body and the barrier between us.
“What are you doing here?” he asks when we part.
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
“But the girls—”
“Are fine,” I say, wiping the corner of his eye when a stray tear escapes. “They are feeling much better, and are being spoiled by your mom and dad.” I kiss him, and laugh when he uses the connection to snake his arm around my waist, hoisting me over the barrier.
“Come on, Honey,” he whispers in my ear, setting me back on my feet. “Let’s go home.”
“Good morning, Honey.” His breath is warm against my skin before his lips press against my neck the next morning.
A soft hum is my only reply, and where he would normally attempt to draw me from bed to get the day started, he doesn’t.
His lips draw a path down my neck to my shoulder, nipping at the skin.
“Bennett James, are you trying to seduce me?”
“Is it working?” Ben kisses the curve of my neck, and I hum in approval.
His cock strains hard against my ass when he presses firmly into my backside—naked.
We must have forgotten to get dressed last night after we made love the last time.
His right hand reaches around, grasping my neck with the slightest of pressure.
I gasp when his left hand explores my chest, squeezing my left breast and pinching my nipple.
He rolls the hardened peak between his fingers, breathing out in satisfaction when my body moves against him, begging for more.
His hand draws down my abdomen, brushing the exposed skin near my navel, and slips down further, dipping one finger between my folds.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he whispers, inhaling deeply. “I was going to take my time, play with you a little, but I don’t think I can wait. I was supposed to have four whole days alone with you, and I have a lot of making up to do in a short amount of time.”
Following dinner with our friends last night, we booked a hotel in the city where we could have undisturbed time to catch up on all the time we had missed the past few days, but unfortunately, we only have until check out today at noon.
“Ben.” His name comes out as a soft whimper when he slips another finger inside me.
“Tell me what you want, Honey.” His voice is a low growl as his thumb begins to circle my clit. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Please.” It’s desperate and needy, because that’s exactly what I am.
In one swift motion, Ben pulls his fingers from my core and presses me back against the bed.
His cock strains upward, and I can’t help but stare as he grasps the length, stroking a few times.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips before I look up to meet his stare.
Ben bites down on his bottom lip when he fits the head to my entrance.
“No funny business,” I demand when he teases me, gliding up and down my folds.
“All is fair in love and war, Honey,” he says, thrusting inside me with a hiss. My back bows off the bed as my body molds around him, the perfect fit.
Ben leans down to take my nipple into his mouth, a mixture of teeth and tongue against the hardened bud. He releases it with a soft pop, then captures my mouth with his own. His tongue delves inside, devouring me with slow, precise movements as he explores every inch.
“Oh, God,” I cry out when we part, and he lifts my thigh to settle deeper inside me.
He presses his forehead against mine with a half-drunk smile on his lips. “If I get to wake up like this every morning for the rest of my life, we are going to be just fine.”