Epilogue
Willa
“Yes, yes, please don’t stop, don’t stop.” My voice sounds foreign to my own ears as I beg for Miles to push me off the cliff my orgasm is teetering on. I’m close, so close.
“I got you babe,” he grunts in my ear.
His rough hands wrap around my hips as I angle further forward, my chest pressed against the wall of Church, ass arched back onto Miles’ cock as he rams even deeper into me. He sets a punishing pace and I squeal when he hits a particular spot inside me.
“So good Miles, so damn good,” I chant into the room under my breath.
“I’m almost there baby, come with me,” Miles groans.
“Almost, almost,” I whisper.
One hand moves from my hip, drifting lower and lower until a thick finger touches my clit, gently circling around the sensitive nub, making my legs shake.
“That’s it baby, come for me Willa, come!”
At Miles’ command my body lets go, fireworks go off behind my closed lids as my body jerks and convulses around Miles’ cock as it throbs inside me.
“Fuck, Willa, baby, shit, shit, shit,” Miles chants into the back of my neck, his breath wet and warm as he drops lazy kisses on my shoulder, my neck, behind my ear.
“Jesus, babe, how does it just get better and better?”
“I don’t know, and I don’t care. As long as it’s like that every time,” I reply, leaning against the wall for support as Miles pulls my panties up my legs, patting the increasingly damp material as it rests against my leaking pussy.
“Ew.”
Miles laughs, but doesn't say anything. He knows I get the short end of the stick when we have quickies all around the clubhouse. He buttons his jeans, and then smooths out my hair for me.
“Beautiful,” he says, giving me a quick kiss.
“You too,” I reply, smoothing out his beard.
We grin at each other as we open the door and quietly try to sneak out, only to be met with Rhodie and Marx. Boots planted. Arms crossed over their chests. Disgusted looks on their faces.
“Um, hi boys.”
“Don’t ‘hi boys’ us, Willa,” Rhodie spits.
“Look, Dad, Willa, we love you both, but we can’t keep hearing you two going at it. It’s, it’s, it’s not right!” Marx splutters.
I roll my lips between my teeth, patting Miles on the shoulder. “Um, I’m gonna leave this one up to you,” I say, rising up and smacking a kiss on his cheek.
I move to kiss Rhodie on the cheek, who dodges me, and then Marx who does the same.
“We don’t know where those lips have been, Willa!”
I cackle as I head into the common room, dropping down on the couch beside my ladies. The Girl Gang.
“Lemme guess, they’re bitching about hearing their dad making whoopie with their stepmom?” Blanche asks, eyes on little Tess.
“How did you know?”
“Tav used to do the same every time he heard Debs and Pops,” she laughs.
“Hey, it’s not our fault we are insatiable for each other.” Pops wags his brows.
I lean back in Miles’ recliner, his scent wrapping around me like a hug, and I listen with half an ear as my man defends my honor. Gazing around the room I take in my friends. My family. It’s been a long fucked up journey but every twist and turn was worth it. I’m home.
Chewy walks into the room, stopping in the doorway. She has Miles strapped to her chest, one hand holding Laney’s, the other pulling Chomper in a little buggy.
“I have an idea that needs all Girl Gang hands on deck, the Big Littles, that Stevie Dicks drag queen and a literal shit ton of fireworks. Who’s in?”