Epilogue
Miles, One Year Later
W hipped cream? Check.
Strawberries? Check.
Beautiful woman spread out on my bed—naked? Check.
It’s been months since we’ve been back in Nashville, or at least here at the same time, but that’s just the challenge that comes with the NHL schedule. Now that the season is over and we got the phone call that my house was finally complete, we thought it would be a good time to visit.
This way, Stella will be able to check on the bakery in person, and she’ll finally get to give Kenzie a hug instead of just calling her. It’s not like those two don’t talk a million times a day, but I know she was excited to actually see her and hang out.
In fact, everyone is flying in this weekend for a get-together at my place. All of our friends from back home, plus a few from Nashville, will be coming to the lake house, and I couldn’t be more excited. Stella called it a housewarming party, but it’s really just my favorite people all in my favorite place. AKA, a well-deserved family vacation to rest and relax before we’re back on the grind next season. It’ll be nice to spend time with everyone, enjoying the lake and good food.
But none of that matters right now, with Stella watching me as I stand just a few steps away from the edge of the bed. Taking a step closer, her eyes follow my every move intently as I continue walking until I reach the head of the bed.
“What’re you doing, Miles? I thought we were supposed to be out getting stuff for the party?” she asks, her voice breathy as she looks up at me. Grabbing the can of whipped cream from my back pocket, I watch her eyes widen as I squirt some into my mouth. I’ve been thinking about this exact moment for months—what it would feel like to have the woman I love, naked in my bed, spread out for me to enjoy. And I’ll be damned if I let this opportunity pass me by.
Stella is everything to me—has been for longer than I was willing to admit—and now that she’s mine, I want to savor every moment with her.
Starting with right here, right now.
Between her legs.
“We do, but this feels a little more important , don’t you think ? ” I ask as my free hand traces down her bare skin, starting at her collarbone and moving down her body toward her core, only to move back up again.
“That would mean I knew what was happening,” she rasps out.
With the can of whipped cream, I trail some over her nipples, my tongue immediately following to lap it up. The second my mouth touches her nipple, her hand is in my hair as she lets out the sexiest moan imaginable. I adjust my cock as I lean over to lick her other nipple, moving slowly until the sweet cream is gone. I look up to see her eyes wild with desire, but she doesn’t push.
At this point, we both know she likes when I’m in control—in the bedroom at least.
With the can of whipped cream still in my hand, I trail another line down her body, leading right to her core. Her eyes widen, but I’m already licking it up, moving to kneel on the bed between her legs to get the rest. I lick up her pussy, sucking every last drop of the sweet cream until she’s a writhing mess beneath me, but I don’t stop there. The second I tasted her—the second her wetness touched my tongue—I no longer gave a damn about that whipped cream. I wanted to drown in her sweetness.
Dropping the can to the floor, I focus entirely on her, my hands touching her, my mouth on her body, teasing her, driving her wild as I taste her.
“Miles,” she moans, her nails digging into my scalp as she tugs my hair.
“Yes, baby?”
“I fucking love you,” she sighs, her voice breathy as I slowly slide two fingers inside her.
“I love you too,” I say before bringing my mouth back down on her clit. Her legs clamp shut, and her hands pull at my hair as if she’s trying to fight me, but I know she’s not because of the way she screams my name in pleasure the second I angle my fingers just right, hitting the spot she loves so much.
I keep going, my mouth working her core in tandem with my fingers as she rides the wave of her orgasm, until it finally crashes down on her like a tsunami. She’s fucking beautiful when she comes, her cheeks rosy, her hair a mess, but it’s her smile that’s my favorite. The way she looks at me after, it reminds me of the first time she ever told me she loved me—pure happiness. Pure love and adoration filled that smile, and I’m reminded of it every time I give her an orgasm.
Which is probably why I’ve made it my life’s mission to make sure she has them as frequently as possible.
“That…that was incredible,” she finally says when I drop to the side of her on the bed. “But you’re still wearing clothes.”
“I am. This was about you…this was something I’ve wanted to do for a long time . There will be plenty of time for me to get mine later,” I tell her with a wink before standing up and passing her back her clothes I confiscated earlier. “For now though, we have a lot to do before everyone gets here. And I know you want to stop at the bakery, so why don’t we go there first and grab a coffee?”
“Why are you so perfect?” she says, rolling over to sit on the edge of the bed and kiss me.
“I’m not perfect by any means, but for you, I’ll always do my best to give you everything you need—in and out of the bedroom,” I tell her with a wink. “I love you, Stella.”
“I love you, too,” Stella says as she grabs her clothes and gets dressed, and I do my best not to pout at the fact that she’s not naked anymore.
“Ready to go?” I ask.
“Yep, let’s go check on the bakery.”