30. EPILOGUE
EPILOGUE
brENDEN
SIX WEEKS LATER
“Right there, yes, yes, yes !”
“You like that, baby?” Travis rasps as he nails my prostate repeatedly.
I’m bent over the desk in my office, trying to be quiet, but fuck , it’s hard.
My forearms are braced on the desk, and he’s using my hips for leverage, so I really don’t need to do anything but take it.
But I’m greedy, so I keep doing my best to push back and meet his thrusts.
I want him as deep inside me as he can go.
I want all of him, everything, always.
I moan wantonly when he reaches around for my achingly hard cock and starts stroking.
“ Shhh , I’ve got you,” he soothes.
“But you can’t be too loud.”
He’s right, though at this point, I’m so far gone that I’m not sure I care if anyone hears us.
I just need to come.
We haven’t made it a habit to fuck in my office, but I’d be lying if I said this was the first time I’ve gotten so intimately acquainted with my desk.
One of my favorite times was when he laid me across it, pushed my knees up toward my shoulders, and ate me out like I was his last meal.
As he trails kisses up my spine while continuing to stroke me—the sweetness in total contrast to the harsh way he’s driving into me—my legs begin to tremble.
“I’m close, I’m so close,” I tell him desperately.
“Me too.” His voice is right by my ear now, the huskiness making me shiver.
“Your ass feels amazing squeezing my cock. Gonna fill you up as soon as you come for me.”
Those dirty words and one flick of his wrist over my cockhead are my undoing.
I bite my lip to keep from screaming as I shoot off into his hand.
He tries to catch it all so we don’t make a mess of the desk, but I think he’s distracted by his own orgasm.
He bites my shoulder in a primal way as he fills my ass with his warm release, and then he drapes himself over my back, breathing heavily.
Less than a minute later, when I’m only barely regaining the use of my legs, there’s a knock on the office door.
Travis and I jerk away from each other as May’s voice calls out, “Dad, are you in there?”
It’s like I’ve been doused with a bucket of cold water.
Thank fucking god we were already finished, because hearing my daughter’s voice during sex.
Eww , no, I can’t.
When Travis elbows me in the side, I call back, “Yes, I’m here, but I’ll be out in a minute! No need to come in.”
“Um, okay,” May says through the door.
“Is Travis in there with you? I thought he’d get here before me and Grandma and Grandpa.”
“What? No! I mean, yes, he’s here, but we weren’t doing anything,” I ramble compulsively.
“There’s absolutely no sex happening in here.”
“Oh god, Dad, please shut up,” May says.
And the look Travis gives me says the same thing.
I cringe.
“Right. Well... we’ll be right out. Go to the dining room and grab a table for us.”
“Got it,” she says.
“And then we’ll never speak of this again.”
My thoughts exactly.
This is mortifying for both of us.
Once it’s clear that she’s left, though, awkward laughter spills out of me.
Travis shakes his head, and I realize he’s standing there with a hand covered in my cum.
“Oh, shoot,” I say, grabbing his hand and doing my best to clean him up with my tongue.
His eyes glaze over before he pulls his hand away and tells me, “Okay, I’ll leave first and go wash my hands. And then you, uh...”
He glances down at my naked body, and yeah .
I can already feel the cum starting to drip out of my ass.
We really didn’t think this one through.
A condom would have been helpful.
I’ll just have to go to the bathroom to clean myself up as much as I can, and then I’ll hope I don’t wind up walking around with damp underwear.
“Yeah, you go,” I say once he’s dressed.
“I’ll be right behind you.”
As he turns to leave, I grab his wrist, and he turns back to me.
“Kiss?” I request.
His smile as he closes the distance between us tells me he’s more than happy to oblige.
By the time I get to the dining room, Travis, May, Elise, and Grant are already seated and drinking iced tea.
I’m sure May’s glass is the only one that’s sweetened, because these other three are healthy weirdos.
There’s a basket of rolls on the table, and the smell lures me over.
When I take the empty seat between Travis and May, Travis squeezes my side gently, then rests his hand on my leg.
Sunday lunches here have become a regular thing.
Sometimes Travis’s dad even joins us.
I never thought I’d have a family tradition like this, but it’s pretty cool.
Elise and Grant don’t make me anxious anymore.
They just moved into their new house, and May’s been going over to decorate her room there.
They made it clear that she’s welcome to spend the night any time she wants to, but they respectfully checked with me before telling her that.
And surprisingly, I love this.
It doesn’t make me jealous like it would have a few months ago.
I can probably thank the therapist I’ve recently been seeing for that.
(Turns out therapy actually works. Who knew?)
I’m already planning on encouraging her to go over there sometimes, so me and Travis can have the house to ourselves.
Because as I recently and embarrassingly learned, the walls of my house aren’t particularly thick.
It’d be nice to let Travis fuck me so hard I scream the roof off.
Or the other way around, I’m not picky.
“Dad,” May whispers, leaning closer to me and abruptly banishing my dirty thoughts.
“ Riley Rowland is here. ” The excitement in her voice is evident, even though she’s keeping it down.
“Don’t stare,” I warn her.
“I’m not, but it’s so cool. She’s so pretty.”
I nod in agreement.
I already let May know we had a celebrity staying here so that she wouldn’t freak out about it.
Riley grew up in Mayweather, and apparently most of the town just treats the country star like a regular person.
I didn’t live here back then, so I was admittedly pretty starstruck when I first met her.
But I was still professional, and I instructed all my staff to be the same way.
May doesn’t even listen to Riley’s music much, but I knew she’d be excited because of the connection to Skyler James.
Riley dated Skyler when they were younger.
Supposedly, at least.
A lot of stuff about Skyler’s dating history is unclear now since he came out.
Though I do know Riley’s been facing backlash because of their very public relationship, which people now believe was only for PR.
I’m pretty sure that’s part of the reason she left Nashville and came to rent a room here indefinitely.
Sneaking a peek over at her table, I notice she’s sitting there with only a glass of water.
And while I trust Addison and the servers to do their jobs, I figure it couldn’t hurt for me to pop into the kitchen and check that she’s being well taken care of.
So I excuse myself from the table.
I don’t expect her to post on social media about the inn—I don’t think she wants the public to know where she is—but I still want to make sure we keep her exceptionally happy.
In the kitchen, everything appears to be going smoothly.
Addison is at the counter, cutting up chunks of fruit and tossing them into a blender.
“Hey,” I say.
“Do you know Riley’s in the dining room? Someone’s waiting on her, right?”
“Of course,” she snipes at me.
“Everyone’s taking care of the famous princess. Don’t worry.”
I frown.
“She’s not being demanding, is she? She’s been nothing but sweet to me.”
Addison sighs and goes to the fridge, coming back with two different juice cartons.
“No, she’s not. She’s just there . All the time. With her red hair and her flimsy little sundresses.”
As understanding dawns on me, I have to fight back a grin.
“Oh my god, you think she’s hot,” I whisper gleefully.
With a glare, she says, “No, I don’t.” Then she huffs as she pours juice into the blender.
“Fine, yes. I’m a lesbian and I have eyes. But who cares? She’s famous and too young for me. And let’s not forget that she’s straight. Little America’s country sweetheart, right?”
“You do know why she came back here to lay low, don’t you?” I ask, glancing around the kitchen to check that none of the other staff is listening.
“How the heck would I know that?”
“There were like twenty gossip articles about it.”
She looks intrigued for a second, but she tries to hide it with a shake of her head.
“I don’t have time for gossip. I have a kitchen to run, and you’re in my way.” With that, she pops the lid on the blender and turns it on, the noise drowning out any response I might have had.
Well, fine.
If this is how she wants to be, then I’ll let her find out on her own that someone recently posted a video online of Riley in a dive bar, drunk and making out with another woman.
“Here,” Addison says, thrusting a glass of freshly poured smoothie at me.
“You can bring this to her.”
“You made her a smoothie?” I question, eyeing it.
They’re definitely not on the menu.
“I thought you said she wasn’t being difficult.”
“She’s not.” Addison hesitates, then says, “I offered.”
I snort a laugh.
“Oh yeah?”
“Shut up,” she demands, but that only makes me laugh harder.
“Tell me again how you feel about her flimsy little sundresses,” I tease.
She fixes me with a look that’s clearly meant to be intimidating.
And while she’s my employee and we’re sort of friends now, it still works.
“Look,” she says sharply.
“I’m happy for you that you got your man and now you’re all domestic. But not all of us are looking for that shit, so back off.”
I hold up my hands in surrender, one clutching the glass, and literally start backing away.
This could get interesting.
After delivering the smoothie to Riley and ensuring she doesn’t need anything else, I head back to my table to find that they all ordered lunch without me.
When I pout, Travis kisses my cheek and says, “I ordered you the French dip with fries.” Which is exactly what I was in the mood for.
I take his hand, sighing happily.
What a wonderful, wonderful man.