EPILOGUE
Clem
Waking up without Amity in my arms wasn’t a favourite of mine.
We’d been together for three months now, her commuting from the city every other week, but she’d told me she wasn’t going back yesterday, and I’d spent the night showing her just how appreciative I was that she was willing to trust in us enough to move to my cabin.
Now, her side of the bed was cold and I was already feeling sick for it.
Did she change her mind?
Fuck, no Clem, that was dumb. She’d been all in. I just thought it was too good to be true and was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Getting up, I pulled my shirt over myself and then pulled my sweats on before I opened the cabin door, only to be delighted with the vision of my girlfriend, completely nude, about to jump into the lake.
Fuck me.
She must have heard me open the door, because she turned to give me a full view of that goddamn gorgeous body I loved to worship.
“About time, sleepyhead!” she called out. “Come and join me.”
I removed my clothes and ran down to the dock, straight for her. She dove into the water ahead of me and swam out. After a few squeals, I pulled her into my arms and held her there.
“I don’t like waking up without you,” I said to her, my mouth trailing kisses along her jaw.
“Aww but the water’s the best way to wake up, baby, and you were so busy snoring that pretty little head off.”
“I do not snore, Amity.”
She chuckled and swam away from me, and I chased, as I always would with her.
When she pulled herself up on the dock, I followed up there, and pinned her to the wooden boards of the dock, trailing kisses down over her breasts and sucking her nipple into my mouth.
Amity arched into my touch as I moved down her body.
My fingers moving between her legs, fingertips dipping between her folds as she cried out.
Her voice echoed in the quiet of our lakeside home.
Moving my fingers into her, I captured her mouth with mine and swallowed her cry of surprise.
I’d never tire of this.
Taking my woman, whenever I damn well pleased, and enjoying how she felt as she fell apart for me.
Pulling from her mouth as her orgasm crested, I looked down into her lust-filled gaze as I stroked over her clit in rhythm with my fingers scissoring inside of her.
“Fuck, Clem…”
“Give me your release, baby, then I’m going to take you inside and fuck you until sundown.”
She squeezed my fingers as a cry ripped from her throat and she came all over my hand.
Claiming her mouth again, I kissed her until she collapsed, limp, against the dock, and I removed my fingers from her.
Lazily, I cleaned my fingers, relishing in my woman’s taste, as I would for the rest of my life.
Amity Gage was mine.
Finally.
And I had to thank the Majestic Mystique for bringing her to me.