Extended Epilogue
WARRIOR
Dixie glides her lips up and down my thick cock, and I will the pleasure to come. It takes too fucking long for me to orgasm; it always does.
I take another drink of my beer and try to shut out the celebratory noise around the room.
When Killa suggested this party to celebrate him making Cass his wife and ol’ lady, we were all on board with making it a night to remember.
Instead of feeling the excitement I should feel at the booze and free women, I struggle to keep the smile plastered on my face that tells the world I’m someone I’m not. Happy.
I haven’t been happy in a long time, and despite the way Dixie tries her best to please me, if anything, it’s a bitter reminder of the woman I lost.
Dixie garbles something around my cock, and even that sound causes irritation to infiltrate my bloodstream.
All I want is a fucking blowjob to help dull the pain of watching my best friend marry the love of his life while I remain in perpetual misery.
I thrust my hips up, forcing Dixie to choke.
Then I take a hold of her fake red hair and push her head down farther, but her hair between my fingers doesn’t feel right, it never does.
My girl’s hair is silky and smells like vanilla.
I ball my hand into a fist, and she winces, but I ignore her and close my eyes, concentrating hard to bring the memories back to life.
Her tongue works over the tip of my cock, but it’s no longer Dixie’s, it’s Olivia’s.
The way her pale skin flushes as she takes me has excitement filling my veins.
The way her heavy tits bounce with each bob of her head and the way she can make me come so easily have pleasure rushing through me.
“Fuck, Liv.” I groan, lost in my memories.
The sound of the clubhouse door slamming against the wall has my eyes snapping open.
Abs is standing in the entrance, his face riddled with panic. A young boy stands beside him, and a head of red hair poking out from behind the kid’s leg reveals a little girl no older than five.
Her familiar emerald eyes are curious and wide, and I narrow my gaze, trying to figure out how I know the girl.
But the kid pushes her back behind him and widens his stance in a defensive move that has me smirking.
It’s not until my eyes lift to search his face that I’m left breathless, and it has nothing to do with the woman on her knees still sucking my now flaccid cock.
And everything to do with the fact a mini me is staring right back at me, twisting his lips in disgust.
A surge of pain forces my heart to constrict, and the familiar, overwhelming sensation of self-hate swallows me whole. Emotion clogs in my throat, and the room spins. Please, no.
“Warrior! Don’t just fuckin’ sit there!” Abs screams, and it’s only now my gaze snaps to him, and the lifeless body of a battered bundle in his arms.
A woman.
My woman.
My family have finally come back to me, and I’m never letting them go again.
THE END