Epilogue
Tabitha
Two weeks later
Ilooked at myself in the mirror and exhaled slowly.
Everything is going to be okay. I smiled, fixing my lipstick just as Brew popped his head into the bathroom.
“Almost ready?” His gaze greedily took me in.
“Almost.” I winked at him, but I could tell he knew how I felt.
“It’s going to be fine. Everything is ready, and everyone will be here in a little bit.” I swallowed.
Everyone would be here. We’d only ever had Friendsgiving at Abby’s place. Something she loved to host, but because of a tiny hiccup, mostly my fault, we needed a bigger place to hold everyone who was coming comfortably.
Something Abby didn’t like. Not at all. She might have tried to pretend that she was cool with it, but I knew she wasn’t.
Not only had our family of four grown to five with Brewster joining us, but my boss had mentioned he was going to spend the holiday alone, and I’d felt bad.
When I mentioned it to the girls, Rosie, still on this kick of changing things up, had suggested each of us, including Brewster, bring a plus one.
So, now our small intimate yearly dinner of four was going to be for ten.
“My boss is coming to Friendsgiving,” I reminded Brew, but he simply smiled.
“The more the merrier.” I blinked but didn’t say anything because he wasn’t wrong. It was literally the point of the holiday. I knew how it felt not to have family around. How it was to fear the upcoming holidays because without really knowing anyone, you didn’t get invited anywhere.
“You’re not upset I invited him?” Brew shook his head, stepping in and standing right behind me, wrapping his strong, protective arms around me.
“Should I be?” he asked without judgment. I shook my head
“No. Not at all. He just mentioned he didn’t have plans and…”
“And my beautiful girl with a heart bigger than the moon decided to change things up.”
“Who would have thought, right?” I murmured. He chuckled before brushing my hair off my shoulder and kissing my neck. “It’s your fault,” I mumbled. “You made me a little nicer.”
“And you make me feel like a damn teenager,” he mumbled before scraping his teeth over my sensitive skin. “All I can think about is how there will be men over tonight, and I have an irrational need to make sure you have my mark somehow. Something that says you’re mine.”
“Brewster Graham,” I warned, bunching my brows playfully at him. “Do not give me a hickey!” I honestly wouldn’t have cared if he did, though. It turned out I liked my sexy vampire biting me more than I would have expected.
“Why not? You’re out of class.”
“For a week.” I laughed. “And it might be cooler, but it’s not cool enough to wear a turtleneck.
“Hmm,” he muttered. The sound vibrated against my pulse point. “You do have a point.” His hands moved down and skimmed the skirt of my dress.
“Daddy,” I whispered, and Brew growled.
“You want me to take you here and now? That way, you have daddy’s cum dripping out of you while you pass your girls mashed potatoes?”
“You’re dirty.”
“I’m yours.”
“And I’m lucky for it,” I whispered. His green gaze met mine in the mirror. “I love you,” I said. I’d said it a lot in the last almost month of us being together.
But every time felt like a first. Like a gift.
The girls were my family and always would be. But Brewster? He was my home.
“I’m the lucky, blessed one, baby girl.” I shivered, knowing exactly where this was going.
The last couple of weeks had been an extensive course on sex.
We’d done it in positions I had only ever read about.
I quickly found out that not only was Brewster a daddy through and through in and out of the bedroom, always taking care of me and making sure I was well fed and taken care of as well, but he loved to make me come.
I had my very own pleasure dom. But right then and there, I had a feeling something a little more primal was at play.
“I didn’t think you were the jealous type, Daddy,” I teased, softening my tone just the way that got him hard and ready.
“I’m not. I’m territorial,” he mumbled, still kissing and sucking my neck as his hands moved up and cupped my breasts. “This is going to be hard and fast, but I promise tonight, I’m going to worship you from head to toe with attention. Jesus, you taste good.”
“Daddy,” I whined. Brew kicked my feet apart, then lifted the skirt of my sweater dress up and over my ass. He hissed the moment he saw I was bare for him.
“You naughty, little witch,” he muttered, and I giggled.
The sound muffled and turned into a heavy moan when his fingers slid between my folds “So wet for me. Were you going to be bare all night, baby girl? Tease daddy all night?” I shook my head. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Daddy to fuck you before your friends came over, to take the edge off?”
“Yes,” I admitted. His teeth sank into my shoulder. I loved it when he bit me. His free hand moved and pulled my dress down till my breast came into view.
“Fucking hell, look at you. I don’t know if I like you in silk or lace more.“ He licked his mouth, talking about the orange lace bra I’d put on.
“Brew, please.”
“You got it, baby. Daddy’s going to fuck you fast, and we’re both going to come hard,” he vowed. The sharp sound of his zipper sounded in the bathroom, almost echoing off the walls before I felt his thick tip at my wet entrance.
“Daddy!” I yelped when he thrust inside with one long stroke. “Yes!” My fingers clenched the vanity as he fucked me.
“Look at me,” he ordered. “Look at daddy. Look at how my girl gets me so fucking unhinged, so fucking hungry for this tight little pussy that’s all mine.”
“Yours.” I nodded. “All yours.” Tightness started to coil low in my belly. His fingers tightened on my hips, and I met him thrust for thrust.
“Touch your clit for me, baby. Touch it. Rub it,” he panted. I did as he asked, the feeling making my eyes cross.
“Brew, Brew—“ I cried out, my head falling back against his chest just as he roared so loudly I hoped no one was at the front door yet.
“Fuck,” he breathed. Our eyes connected in the mirror as we smiled at one another. “Stay here, baby.” He pressed his lips against my temple before turning to reach for a washcloth.
He turned the faucet on and let the water warm up as he peppered small kisses on my neck and tenderly righted the front of my dress. After running the washcloth under the warm water, he turned his attention to cleaning me up, something I loved more than I would ever want to admit.
“You okay? I didn’t hurt you?” The genuine concern in my man’s voice made my heart pitter-patter.
“Not at all. I liked it.”
“I like taking my time with you more.”
“I know but—” I turned around and wrapped my hands around his neck before he dropped the washcloth into the sink.
“This works, too. I mean, one day, what if we have kids and we have no choice but a quickie in the closet between ballet and soccer?” His body froze.
“Shit,” I whispered as fear rushed through me like an ice-cold bucket of water had been tossed over my head.
“None of that, baby girl. You just gave me that, you can’t take it away.”
“Take it… you looked freaked.”
“I was surprised at how fucking much I want that. Quickies in the closet between soccer and ballet practice,” he repeated with a slow nod.
“I wouldn’t be adverse to quickies in the shower before school drop-offs and heading to work, either,” he added, painting the picture of a future I had never dreamt of wishing for.
“Does that mean you want kids?”
“With you? Yes.” My heart picked up speed as emotion started to clog my throat. Love overwhelmed me all the way down to my toes.
“How many?”
“However many we’re lucky to have.” And even though it wasn’t a number, it was the perfect answer.
“I love you,” I whispered, my eyes glassy with unshed tears.
“Kiss me, baby,” he demanded, and I did just that as he lifted me up and set me down on the vanity. We kissed softly, sweetly for long sensuous minutes.
“We should stop before we get carried away,” he muttered begrudgingly.
“Hmm,” I sighed. “Or—“ I started to suggest, but he shot me a warning look.
“Go put on some panties, and I’ll take care of the washcloth and then check on the ham.”
I hopped down, and he surprised me by reaching for my wrist. I turned back to look at him, and he picked me up and took me to his room.
“Brew!” I laughed. “What are you doing?” I asked as he grabbed something on top of his dresser before he moved us to a reading chair he had in his room and sat me on his lap. I decided to just relax, doodling patterns on his chest as my head rested on his shoulders.
“I love you,” he said, and I smiled.
“I love you, too. Thank you for letting us host this thing at your place.”
“It could be our place, you know?” My head popped up, and I stared at my man.
“Our place?” That’s when I saw it. The thing he’d reached for when we’d walked in. A little blue box with a white bow sat on my lap.
“Brew? What is this?”
“Open it,” he ordered gently. My hands shook as I carefully undid the ribbon and pulled the top of the box off. We’d been together for less than a month. There was no way he was proposing, right? It was too much too soon.
“Brew, baby…”
“Open it,” he urged, and I did. My gaze dropped down to the black-velvet-lined box, and I laughed.
“It’s a key,” I noted. Not only that, it was a key on a silver witch hat keychain.
“It was love at first bite for me, baby girl. You got me under your spell. Will you move in with me?” I nodded with tears rolling down my face, most likely ruining my makeup, but I didn’t care. It was perfect. We were moving in together!
It was crazy fast, but life didn’t have an itinerary. Fate had a way of surprising you, but no matter what, the risk was always worth the reward! Life with Brewster showed me that time and time again!