EPILOGUE
Penny
One year later…
“Put me down,” I squeal, slapping at Becketts back as he hikes me up a little higher on his shoulder. “I demand a rematch!”
Thank God he’s got my ass, and my exposed white panties, pointing away from the crowd of people who are all watching on in amusement.
He chuckles deeply, and I can feel the vibration of his laughter in my stomach as he walks us off the mini-golf course and down a dark, narrow corridor.
Ever since Grayson turned six months old, Molly’s been having him overnight once a fortnight, because that’s as frequently as I can bear to part with him, so that Beckett and I can have a solo date night.
Tonight, we ended up at Hole in One , the newest nighttime mini golf course in Adelaide, which turns into a nightclub after midnight. It’s a cool joint; dark, and very hipster-esk, and the all you can drink cocktails with every game of put-put certainly make the ridiculous admission fee easier to stomach, but I didn’t expect to learn that my baby-daddy was a big fat cheater, at said venue.
Beckett slaps my ass playfully as I wriggle in his hold, trying to tug down my light blue mini dress as we continue down the hallway. The colourful neon arrows directing patrons to the bathrooms illuminate our way, but it isn’t until we reach a door that reads ‘staff only’ that he lowers me to my feet.
With one hand wrapped around my wrist, he tugs me into a small, dimly lit room with black walls covered in graffiti art, a red three-seater sofa in the corner, and a mini fridge sitting beside it.
Weird, but okay…
The snick of the door locking has me turning to find Beckett standing there with a wicked grin spread across his face. “Get on your knees, Penny,” he whispers, advancing on me slowly as I return his smile and retreat backwards.
“No, no,” I say, pointing at him as my back hits the wall. “You didn’t win! You’re a goddamn cheater.”
“Now, we both know that’s a lie,” he teases, taking another predatory step in my direction. “I won, fair and square,” he pauses and points at the ridiculous, bedazzled crown on his head, “Now I want my prize.”
Note to self: don’t make bets with Beckett, that include sexual favours when in public places.
“I am not sucking your dick in here. There’re probably cameras, plus anyone could waltz on in!”
His tongue darts out and runs along his bottom lip. “Cameras are off, and the door is locked .”
“How could you possibly know that?”
“I know the owner, and he assured me that this room is ours for the hour.”
“In what universe-”
“Penny,” he warns, closing the distance between us and placing one hand on the black wall behind me to support his weight as he leans in. “Get. On. Your. Knees .”
“Or what?” I ask, a little out of breath from the look in his eyes while raising my chin so that are lips are practically touching.
“Or I will flip that tiny little blue dress up and fuck you against this wall.”
Jesus, way to threaten me with a good time.
“Fine,” I concede, the growing ache between my thighs getting the better of me. “I’ll do it if you take the crown off and admit you cheated.”
He barks out a laugh and reaches for his belt buckle. “No deal. I earned it.”
“By faking your shot on the last hole!”
“Prove it,” he whispers against the corner of my mouth as his belt drops open and he lowers his zipper.
I gasp as he reaches down and lifts me by my thighs, and presses me into the wall. His jeans fall to the ground with a thud, leaving nothing but his briefs and my panties between us as the skirt of my dress pools around my hips.
“I changed my mind,” he grunts, grinding himself against my core. “I’m going to fuck you with this crown on my head, and then I’m going to take you home and make you lick the come off my cock.”
With a firm grip on my ass, he holds me up with one hand and tugs himself free with the other before sliding my white panties to the side.
“Ohmygod,” I whisper, as his glimmering green eyes bore into mine, and he nudges the tip of his dick against my entrance. The cold steel bar of his piercing makes me shiver with anticipation.
“Say I’m the king of mini golf,” he whispers as he rocks his hips forward, pushing inside me.
“Fuck,” I moan as he lets gravity do the rest and slowly lowers me all the way down his length.
“Say it,” he repeats through clenched teeth, the vein in his neck throbbing as he tries to restrain himself.
“Never,” I whine as he pinches my nipple through the thin fabric of my dress.
“We’ll see about that,” he grunts, thrusting into me so hard that my ass thuds against the wall.
“Fuck,” I whine as he grinds against me, using his pelvic bone to stimulate my clit with every thrust. “Beck.”
A groan vibrates through his chest and into mine. “Not deep enough. Fuck. I need more.”
I squeal as he spins us around and walks us across the room to the red couch. Gently, he slides out of me, and places me on my feet, and then, not so gently, he turns me around and bends me over the solid arm rest of the three-seater. He hikes my leg up so that I’m spread wide, and most of my weight is being supported by the other, and then he flips my dress up and over my ass.
“You good?” he asks, tugging my panties to the side again before tracing my pussy lips with the head of his cock. I nod, and then, without warning, he thrusts into me at an angle that steals the breath from my lungs.
“That’s it,” he groans, testing out the new position by sliding back out and then rocking me forward with the force of his next thrust. He picks up the pace as my chest heaves and my body aches, trying to accommodate his size and adjust to the new angle. “ Fuck . That’s it.”
“Oh my god,” I moan, squeezing my eyes shut.
I can feel everything like this. I can feel his piercing gliding up and down my walls. I can feel the ridges and throbbing veins of his cock massaging my g-spot. I can feel the tip of his dick nudging my cervix and forcing goosebumps to form along my skin.
Everything feels heightened.
The air in the room feels thick and heavy, and soon enough, our ragged breathing syncs up, like some kind of erotic soundtrack.
In an attempt to steady myself, as my leg, my only form of stability, starts trembling, I reach for a red couch cushion, but the bastard slips out of my hand, flips over, and then topples to the floor.
“I’ve got you,” Beckett groans, tightening his grip on my hips and lifting me so that my white kitten heel is no longer touching the floor, and my weight is resting on the leg beside me instead.
“Oh, fuck .”
“Yes. God, you’re so tight.”
I nod frantically as my body braces, ready to come.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, digging his fingernails into my hips. “Come on. Come for me.”
Again and again, he pounds into me, until finally, I give in, and white dots cloud my vision.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he groans, following me over the edge as my pussy clenches around him. He reaches forward and wraps both arms around my torso to stop me collapsing as pleasure takes over and my will to stay upright dissolves. I feel every jerk of his cock as he comes inside me, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow. He keeps fucking me through my orgasm and his own.
When he finally stills with his pelvis firmly pushed into my ass, I relax, but before I can catch my breath, I’m being lifted and tossed onto the couch. He smiles down at me, wickedly, as I bounce onto my back. “That’s one,” he murmurs as he lowers himself on top of me, his pupils blown and his chest heaving. “Now tell me I’m the king…”
By the time he’s finished with me, I’m like jelly in his arms, and he’s sporting the worlds widest grin, knowing that he used every minute of the hour we were given to make me call him the king of mini golf, and my pussy.
Beckett
“Beck,” Penny whispers sweetly, as the bed dips slightly beside me, and the smell of coffee hits my nose.
“Mmmm,” I hum, my eyes still closed, as the morning sun peaks through the cracks in the blinds and warms my face. “Come back to bed.”
Normally, when we leave Grayson with Molly for the night, which is only twice a month, we spend the majority of the next day in bed, fucking and catching up on sleep, so I’m unsure why the hell she’s awake and not on my cock.
“I want to talk to you about something…” I open my eyes as she leans forward and places one of the two navy blue mugs she’s holding onto the bedside table beside me.
“Oh, yeah?” She watches me stretch, her eyes lingering on my bare chest as I raise my arms above my head. “Am I going to like it?”
She shrugs, takes a sip of the coffee, cradling the mug with two hands, and then rests it on her bare thigh. “I think we should get married.”
Slowly, I lower my arms and stare at her, wondering if this is actually happening, or if I’m still asleep and just making this shit up in my head. I mean, she is wearing her emerald-green lace nightie. I could be.
“You think…” I manage to get out before my words evaporate into thin air, and she shifts her long, dark hair behind her shoulder, giving me a perfect view of her elegant neck.
“That we should get married.” She finishes the sentence for me, punctuating the statement with a nod as my brain tries to catch up.
“You think we should get married…” I repeat softly.
She nods again. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. You love me. I love you. We have Grayson. A family . There’s no one else for me. No other life I’d ever want to live, and no one else I’d rather share it with than you. I know it’s out of the blue, but-”
“Penny,” I try to interject, unable to stop my lips from pulling into a grin as my heart pounds away in my chest.
“But anything can happen, you know? And I know I’m a pain in the ass, as are you, but we’re a good team, right? We’re getting better at communicating, and…” As she continues to ramble, waving one hand around in front of her, I pull myself into a sitting position and wait. “I just… I want to be your wife. Not your baby mumma, or your girlfriend, or you partner. Your wife .”
I nod along as she speaks, and watch her plump, rosy lips form every word. When she’s finished, she takes a deep breath and looks at me, as if waiting for me to argue with her. What she doesn’t know is that I’ve been planning this moment for months. Well, maybe not this exact moment. I did picture me being on one knee, with a bunch of candles surrounding us and a fucking string quartet playing in the background, but really, this is perfect.
This is Penny.
When she wants something, she goes for it, and apparently, what she wants is me.
How fucking lucky am I?
“Well?” she says, impatiently tapping the mug in her lap with one short, manicured fingernail. “Say something.”
Instead of replying, I lean forward, open the top drawer of my beside table, and blindly feel around in there for what I’m looking for. As I sit back against the headboard of our bed, and present her with a small, black velvet box, she carefully places her mug on the bedside table beside mine and then raises her now trembling hands to her cheeks.
“I love you,” I begin. “Fuck, I love you, Pen. More than I ever knew I could love someone. And you are a pain in the ass, but you’re mine . You’re it for me, baby. You’re the one.” She nods as tears fill her eyes. “You wanna marry me?” I ask, popping the box open and presenting her with the biggest diamond my jeweller could fit on the simple 18 karat yellow gold band I picked out for her.
Her eyes don’t leave mine as she nods. She doesn’t look at the ring, only at me, and then, before I know what’s happening, she’s in my arms, straddling me, on the bed, and the velvet box is on the bedroom floor beside us, completely forgotten. I wrap my arms around her, bury my face in the crook of her neck, and inhale the intoxicating scent of her warm skin before rolling us so that we’re lying sideways across the king-size mattress.
“I love you,” she whispers as she cradles my hips between her thighs and cups my face with her hands. “I love you so much…”
Fuck, I never tire of hearing her say that.
“Love you like I was born to do it,” I reply, looking straight into her eyes, before covering her mouth with my own.
My wife.
She’s going to be my wife…
At first, our kiss is soft and sweet. I weave my fingers through her silky hair, and she places her palms against my bare chest, but then she bites my bottom lip, and my hand slides down her thigh, and I hike it higher up over my hip.
“Beck,” she moans softly, as I run my fingers along her side and gently rock against her. “Beck!” she giggles as I nip at her neck. “I made breakfast !”
“Hmmmmm,” I hum against her pulse point. “Let me eat you first.”
“Fuck,” she whispers, as I reach between us and run my finger along her panty covered slit. “It’s going to go cold…” She hisses and her hips raise off the bed as I push her underwear to the side at the same time as I tug her nightie down a little with my teeth, freeing one plump, pink nipple.
“STOP!” Penny yells as my index finger parts her pussy lips, and immediately, I do.
I push off her as quickly as I can, roll onto my side, and give her some space. “What? What’s-”
Before I can even get the question out, the little brat has flipped herself off the bed. She grins at me from over her shoulder as she races across the room.
“Don’t run from me, Penny,” I warn, as she reaches the doorway, and I push myself up onto all fours. “I will chase you, and when I catch you…”
She turns around, licks her lips and cocks her head to the side, letting my threat linger for a moment before fluttering her long, black lashes at me, and saying, “Well, c’mon then.”
I grin as she spins around, her hair fanning out from the sudden movement, and then disappears down the hall.
Ah, so she wants to play…
Slowly, I crawl off the bed and follow her into the kitchen, to find her using the granite topped island as protection. “Oh, Pen-ny ,” I whisper, creeping forward.
As I round the island, I spot two plates of pancakes topped with blueberries and cream sitting on the counter beside the stove, along with two glasses of orange juice and a bottle of maple syrup.
I click my tongue at her as I walk backwards, over to the spread she put out for us. She giggles and moves, as I do, maintaining the space between us.
“You’re going to get it when I catch you, little girl,” I say, as I reach our breakfast. She bites her bottom lip, and my cock jerks in response. “Come here, wifey,” I growl, grabbing the syrup. “Let me pour this on your titties.”
My words take her by surprise, and she throws her head back and laughs, just as I expect her to, giving me the perfect opportunity to round the kitchen island and grab her. She screams as I lift her off the ground with one arm and dump her onto the counter, forcing my hips between her thighs.
“Got you,” I growl as I place the maple syrup down, and she cups the back of my head with her hands, her body still trembling with laughter.
“You sure did,” she says, her eyes filled with wonder as she stares into mine. “And now we’re getting married…”
“You gonna take my name?” I tease, ducking my head to nip at her neck.
She snorts and turns her head to give me more space. “Are you going to take mine? I was the one who proposed.”
“In a heartbeat.” I straighten and look down at her again, and the smile she gives me in return takes my breath away.
“Really?”
“Hell yeah.” She tilts her chin up and hums softly as I lean down and kiss her. Her long, black lashes flutter, and I run my nose along hers as I whisper, “My name. Your name. Our name. I don’t care. I’m all in. I fucking love you, Pen.”
THE END.