Epilogue
Dean
Ever since Grace came into my life, it’s been non-stop action. Her chaos brings me a special kind of peace that nothing compares to. We’re one of the most viral couples on the internet, which is not without its challenges, but I am absolutely honored that I get to love her in front of the world. I’m sure her mother watches us. And the haters. I want everyone to see how much she glows when she’s treated right.
My girl is a golden sunflower.
Her brothers are amazing and accepting. The first time we met, Oscar tackled Jackson to the ground, which Grace swears she trained her to do. Pretty little liar. And Mason is seriously one of my most favorite people on the planet.
Bear Creek Cabins started trending online just after we rolled out a series of renovation videos. We called it “Out with the old, in with the view.” Cringy, but our followers gobbled it up.
I’m proud to say that the money Stella dropped into my bank account more than covered the demolitions, plus the pool, a new pavilion for the guests, and a sweet little check-in lodge that Grace decorated herself.
We’ve leveled up around here, ladies and gentlemen .
Nick helped us with all of it and I was able to pay him. He refused at first, saying the thirst trap content he was posting the whole time more than made him enough money, but I still gave him a fat check. He deserves every penny and more, but it was all I had left. I hope it’s enough to help him chase his own dreams.
Next weekend is the official start of summer and the first weekend Bear Creek Cabins will be open for business.
I’ve hired Sindra’s two oldest kids to help me take care of the property, plus three other folks from in town. This way, nothing falls through the cracks anymore, and I have time to breathe and live my best life with Grace.
Damn, that woman is fine as fuck.
Wild.
Murdery.
Terrifyingly unpredictable.
She said she came to Bear Creek Cabins to find herself. That’s how this whole thing started between us, but… I believe she just needed a safe space to be herself.
I’m so fucking honored to give her that.
My thighs burn as I trudge up the hill to the greenhouse. The barn door needs to be replaced, and I’ve got to change the oil in my zero-turn lawn mower, but that shit can wait. Today I’m having some more fun.
Stepping into the greenhouse, I whistle in appreciation as Grace bends over to grab a flowerpot.
She spins around and waggles a shovel in her hand. “You ready to get dirty with me, baby?”
I cock my brow. “Isn’t that my line? ”
“I say it better.”
I prowl closer, hungry for her like always. “Is that so?” Lifting her dress up and over her head, I let it fall to the ground as I nuzzle against her throat and growl, “You ready to get dirty with me, baby?”
“Never mind,” Grace says breathlessly while I lick her throat. “You say it best.”
She squeals when I pick her up and crush my mouth on hers. We turn into feral animals for each other. I like my girl covered in mud.
I fucking love her filthy.
“Everyone’s going to be here soon,” I warn.
“Then fuck me fast, Mountain Wood.”
She’s covered in dirt and all she did was pot one plant. “Did any soil go into the containers, or did you manage to dump most of it onto yourself?”
“You think I look hot, don’t you?”
“Fucking right, I do.” Dirty Grace is even better than Glittery Ballgown Grace, who is just as amazing as Murder Podcast Obsessed Grace. “I love you any way I get to have you.”
I drop her sweet ass onto the wooden bench in the greenhouse and knock half the terracotta pots off it. Then I go in for a taste of the sweetest motherfucking thing to ever touch my lips.
“How can you want to do this again already,” she gasps as I lick her pussy. “Aren’t you sick of it yet?”
“Never.” I lick her again. “And if I don’t keep my beard conditioned, I’ll have to shave it off.”
Her eyes widen with horror, and she grabs me by the hair and yanks my head to her cunt again. “Don’t ever say that again. ”
My laughter tickles her pussy, making her giggle.
The weight of her legs on my shoulders feels good. Grounding.
The sweetness of her arousal coats my tongue.
The sounds of her enjoying my touch echoes in my ears.
I make her come in no time. Sweat drips down my back. It’s hot, humid, and hard to breathe in here.
Grace gently kicks me back, but I stop her from hopping off the counter. “What was the rule about what’s on the table?” My fingers dig into her ample hips. “I finish what’s on it.”
“This is a bench.”
“The rule applies to wherever you are.”
“I did finish,” she huffs. “It’s all over you.”
“Once isn’t enough, sugar.”
“People are coming!”
“They can wait.” It’s just Nick, Grace’s brothers, and some of our friends. I’ll finally get to meet the infamous Nicole and her two men, Landon and Kerrington, too. “I want you one more time before I have to control myself for an entire night.”
“You act like that’s hard to do.”
“Have you seen you? Tasted you?”
“I have…” She flirtatiously waggles her eyebrows. Then she stares at her short-clipped, bare nails that have dirt caked under them. “I am pretty hot, huh?”
I spread her thighs wider. “Give me another orgasm. Please?”
“Well since you used such nice manners.” She grips my beard and pulls me in for a kiss. “I want you to fuck me so hard, they hear it down the mountain.”
“Yes. Ma’am.” She never has to ask me twice.
Grace slides my jeans down my ass, and I angle my dick just right, pushing into her. “Fucking hell, it’s like the first time, every time. How are you always so tight?”
“It’s a special talent.”
I grip her throat and give it a little squeeze, then thrust inside her until she’s moaning. We’re drenched in sweat and covered in dirt. There are petals in her hair, and mud on my boots.
This is us.
This is heaven.
This is what dreams are made of.
Giving my girl exactly what she begs for, I fuck her rough and hard until she has another climax. Then I chase my own. She clings to me, her thighs trembling as I come inside her. Catching my breath, I rest my head on her shoulder and kiss her neck.
Oscar barks in the distance.
“They’re here,” Grace says in an adorable Poltergeist sing-song voice.
I tuck myself into my jeans and help her stand. “You okay?” I still worry that I’m too rough. And the more she asks for it harder, the more I deliver. One of us is going to break at some point. I don’t want it to be her.
“Never better.” She grabs her sundress from the ground and hurries back into it.
To know she’s going without panties is a special kind of torture. I’m going to find a way for us to sneak off and fuck later. There’s no way I’m going hours without being inside her again.
Nick honks his horn just as Grace and I step out of the greenhouse .
He pulls into the parking pad by the cabins and then unloads his truck. Conner and Taylor are right behind him. Bennet will run late, as always.
“Come on.” Grace tugs my hand, insisting we take the four-wheeler. “I’m driving.”
“Like hell you are!” I snag the helmet and put it on her head. “You nearly killed us last time.”
“Big baby.”
I playfully nip her bottom lip. “Keep giving me shit and I’ll have that bratty attitude dripping down your legs.”
“Oh no.” She throws her hands up and shakes them. “I’m sooo scared.”
I slap her ass. “Brat.”
Before I can make good on my spicy threat, Grace mounts up and waits for me to get my helmet on. Then we ride down the driveway, over the bridge with a fresh coat of blue on the roof, past the pavilion we love to picnic at, and break through the path that opens up at the cabins.
That night, during the bonfire with music blasting, beer flowing, food grilling and laughter echoing into the starry sky, I’m surrounded by not just my chosen family, but the love of my life. Grandpa would be so damn proud.
Atta boy. I knew you could do it .