Epilogue
OLIVIA
“We don’t have time,” I moaned, letting my eyes slip closed as Duke crowded me against the bathroom counter. The trail of his lips down my neck left goosebumps in their wake. “We have to go.”
“The fuck we do,” he growled. “It’s our party. All those other fuckers can wait.”
“They’re our friends.”
“And you’re my priority. I don’t give a fuck about anyone but you and the girls—who I know are more than taken care of right now.” I smiled as he pressed a kiss beneath my ear. “So, let me take care of you. You’ve been working so hard, honey. Don’t you ache? Don’t you want to feel good?”
My head fell back against Duke’s shoulder as he reached around and slowly undid the tie holding my robe together. Cold air nipped at my skin, causing my nipples to go painfully taut as his fingers delicately caressed my breasts.
“Come on, Olivia. Don’t make me beg.”
Sliding my hand up, I cupped his cheek. “But I do so like it when you beg.”
Immediately, his body and warmth were gone. I stumbled forward, catching myself on the countertop as I looked dead ahead at the man smirking at me in the mirror.
He stepped back, choosing to lean casually against the wall.
His long-sleeve shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the smattering of hair along his chest and the trail that disappeared beneath his jeans.
This morning, he’d cleared away the stubble he loved so much, leaving only that slutty little mustache behind.
Duke Bennett was too goddamn handsome for words, and he was all mine. Since the moment I came back home and announced my retirement from Hartstrings six months ago, neither of us had been able to last long without the other. It’d only taken us a month to move in with one other.
We told everyone it was the most practical thing to do, seeing as Duke was sleeping on a couch in a cabin that wasn’t even big enough to fit my wardrobe. But it was really just because we couldn’t stand waking up every morning without the other person beside us.
John’s house had taken a while to clear out, but we were finally beginning to make it our own.
Charlie and Harper’s rooms were the first we renovated, followed quickly by the primary bedroom.
Duke and Lukas spent their weekends painting, while the girls and I did more shopping than we ever had before—much to the boys’ chagrin.
While I hadn’t been hired for the bartending gig I interviewed for when I came home, I’d been busier than ever helping Duke run the business side of things as he trained not one, but two, new employees.
Coming on board as his business partner was slightly terrifying at first. I didn’t want him to think I was going to change everything at once, or take over completely, but all my time at Hartstrings taught me a thing or two about running a business.
I had the experience and the degree to back me up.
As of tonight, it was official. We signed a new partnership agreement this morning, splitting ownership and creating our own legacy from the solid one Frank’s Bar already had.
Now, all of our friends and family were waiting for us to show up, cut the cake, and drink our fill of good liquor and beer.
“You don’t play fair,” I said, turning around with a pout.
“Never said I did.”
Duke’s eyes burned a path across my body as his gaze slid down to my aching center. I was completely bare beneath the robe, and there was nothing for me to rub against for friction.
Without warning, I slipped to my knees and slowly crawled across the floor to him. There was no set dynamic between us. We loved switching things up to keep it interesting. But if there was one thing I knew the man loved… It was me on my knees for him.
The bulge in his jeans was hard to miss as I sank back onto my heels. My robe was open, revealing my heavy breasts. I waited to see what he would do or say, but Duke kept silent as I walked my fingers up his denim-clad thighs to the bronze button keeping him in place.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked, popping it free. His nostrils flared as I slid the zipper down and tugged at the fabric until it fell into a puddle at his feet. “Maybe I should take care of you instead.”
I leaned forward, letting my nose run along the bulge in his briefs. There was a wet spot on the fabric where he was already leaking. My mouth watered at what was hidden away.
Reaching inside his boxers, I pulled him free. His cock was hard and heavy in my hand. I swiped my thumb across the pre-cum leaking from the tip and placed it in my mouth, humming as I glanced up at him beneath thick lashes.
“Maybe you should,” Duke murmured, reaching down to run his hand along my hair. His fingers laced through the strands, tugging hard enough that I gasped. His cock was right there, pushing gently against my lips.
Like the good girl I was, I opened for him.
Duke groaned as he slid against my tongue, moving in slow, shallow thrusts as I let him use me. We’d played this game a thousand times, and it still hadn’t gotten old. “Fuck, Liv.” He looked down, mouth parting slightly as he watched. “Just like that.”
The scent of mint washed over me as he spoke in a harsh whisper that made my toes curl.
“Show me what that perfect little mouth can do when it’s wrapped around my thick cock, honey.
Drive me so crazy that I have no choice but to pick you up and fuck your sweet, tight cunt until I fill you up.
” I whimpered at his words, shifting my weight to ease the ache at my core.
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Gonna be leaking me all fucking night.
Might have to fill you up again. Sneak away to the bathroom when no one’s looking and bend you over the sink.
I’d just have to lift that pretty dress up, pull your panties to the side, and slide home. ”
His cock hit the back of my throat, making me gag for only a second before he pulled back. I’d already done my makeup. As much as we’d both like to get messy, we truly didn’t have time for me to start from scratch again.
“Duke, I—”
Before I could say anything, before I could tell him that was exactly what I wanted, Duke bent down and scooped me up beneath my arms. He tore off the robe, leaving me naked, as he bent me over. My face lay against the cool marble. I could lift it just enough to see Duke standing behind me.
He reached down, pulled my right leg up, and placed it on the countertop. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, in this position. Duke could do anything he wanted to me, and there wasn’t a single thing I could do but beg or cry for more.
“So fucking wet,” he murmured. The thick head of his cock notched at my entrance, but he didn’t push forward. Not yet. “Is this what you want? To be fucked and filled, honey?”
I nodded my head, unable to think as he dragged himself down to circle my clit. The scent of my arousal hung in the air, making me dizzy with need.
“Words, Olivia. Tell me how badly you want this.”
Duke tipped his hips forward, pushing into me an inch.
My body welcomed the intrusion, though it did nothing to clear the lust-filled fog rolling in.
“Please, Duke…” I whimpered. “Please fuck me. Please make me come. I want to feel—” my words cut off as he pushed in further, but he waited for me to continue.
“I-I want you to use me to make yourself feel good.”
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. His fingers found the divots in my hips, pushing them down for better leverage. I felt impossibly full and cried out as our bodies slowly grew flush.
I glanced up, watching him. Duke’s breathing was labored as he fought for control. Every muscle in his body twitched as he denied himself—and me—what we both wanted. “Goddamn, you feel so good.”
Our gazes locked as he began to move. His green eyes were like flames, burning me from the inside out and making me sweat.
Leaning forward, his hot breath caressed my neck.
“Little cock tease. You drive me fucking crazy, you know that? I’ve been watching you walk around all afternoon in this tiny little robe, trying to behave, but you make that impossible. ”
“I wanted to see how long you’d last,” I confessed. His hips slammed into me, stealing my breath. “You almost took too long.”
“Did you think a party was gonna stop me?” he cruelly chuckled. “Nah, honey. Like I told you earlier, I don’t give a shit who’s around. If I want to fuck this sweet little pussy, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
Duke straightened, tightening his hold on my waist. I couldn’t move as his shallow thrusts turned frenetic—the countertop bit into me with each slam of his hips. I’d definitely bruise, but I didn’t care. I loved the pain. Loved the way he owned me.
His skin was hot against my own. Each rough movement, each panting breath, brought me closer to the precipice. Desire coiled tight in my belly, an incessant reminder of how close I was to careening over the edge. Every time I drew close, Duke slowed down.
I could feel myself leaking down my thighs, hear the slick sound of my arousal as Duke pounded into me without mercy.
I tried to snake my hand between our bodies to my waiting clit, but he slapped it away.
“No. I control when you come, Olivia. Me. Not you. And it’s not time. This cunt feels too good.”
“Please,” I begged again. It seemed to be the only thing I could do to get his attention. He was too far gone to his pleasure. “I need to come. I’m so close.”
Threading his fingers in my hair, he pulled my head up. “Look in the mirror,” he rasped, tightening his hold. The angle was awkward, but it forced me to stare dead ahead at the two of us.
Duke owned every part of my body, forcing me into impossible positions just for the fun of it. A bead of sweat trickled down his face from his temple as he continued his lazy fucking. No matter how much I whimpered or begged, he was intent on taking his time.
“See how goddamn beautiful you are taking my cock, honey. Fucking made for me, aren’t you?” I nodded, unable to speak as he picked up the pace. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come right now.”
My mouth fell open on a silent scream as I did what I was told. My fingers grazed the point where we were connected as I dragged my wetness up and circled my clit. It wouldn’t take me long to fall over the edge, especially not as I watched the ferocious way he claimed me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I squealed as Duke slammed home one last time.
His growl reverberated through the space as his cock twitched, filling me with his cum. He doubled over, hips stuttering as he fucked me through our orgasms. Soft lips came to rest over my skin, peppering hot kisses along my shoulders and neck.
I rolled my forehead against the cool marble, trying to catch my breath as Duke sat up. Hands fell on either side of my ass, exposing me as he slowly slipped free. His fingers gently probed at my entrance as he watched his release leak out.
Then he pushed it back in.
His fingers slowly scissored inside of me as I groaned. “Duke, I need to clean up, or else I’ll get a UTI.”
With a sigh, he grabbed a washcloth and ran it under warm water. He was gentle as he reverently washed me, though I suspected he was getting more enjoyment out of it than he let on. When he was satisfied, he helped me stand and handed me my robe.
“I’m going to finish getting dressed,” he said, leaning in to kiss me. I grasped his shirt, pulling him closer until I was satisfied. “You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”
“You started it,” I said, playfully swatting his ass as he walked out.
“Well, with a woman like you,” he said, pausing at the threshold. “How could I not?”