Epilogue - Ava
“You look stunning.”
I stand on the gravel driveway of the Silver Estate after stepping out of the car and twirling in front of Liv and Gramps. The long train on my dress kicks up, encircling me in a spinning mass of white as each of the hundreds of silk waterlilies sewn onto the fabric ruffle with the movement.
“Gorgeous, isn’t it?” I grin down at my dress. The dress that Jet paid for with his black AMEX.
I find it hard accepting his money, even though he keeps telling me he’s a billionaire and growling when I don’t let him buy me things. Except lingerie and bespoke wedding dresses covered in waterlilies, because well, a girl has some things she can’t resist.
But when I can, I like to pay for things myself. And the job I got working for a casting company means I can sometimes afford to surprise him. I love seeing the look on his face when I do. The lowering of those brows as he tells me not to spend my money on him. The deep grit of his voice, like I’ve been a bad girl .
The inevitable spankings that follow.
He claims he doesn’t want my surprises. But judging by how hard they make him, and what he does to me after, I disagree.
Jet Grant loves my playful surprises.
Just like I’m hoping he’ll love the one I left for him this morning.
I take a deep breath, smoothing my hands down my dress.
“You ready, love?” Gramps asks, holding out his hand.
I bite my lower lip and nod. I’ve never felt more ready.
I slide my hand into his, the heat of his palm against mine bringing a sense of calm to my hammering heart. The same way it did when Ophelia sent me the advanced copy of the movie she promised. I sat between Gramps and Jet when I watched it. One hand held by each of them.
And I cried.
I cried as I watched it all play out, Hollywood style.
And I sobbed hardest as I watched the young actress nail her part. Her part. Because it didn’t feel like I was watching myself on that screen. I’d already left that girl in the past the moment I wrote ‘The End’ on my story. It’s no longer mine. It’s no longer the one I’m stuck in, reliving day after day, night after night.
The two men either side of me as I sobbed have made sure of that. I lost my father that day. But I didn’t lose myself. At least, not forever .
Getting ready this morning in my old bedroom, I stared at the picture on the wall. The picture I willed myself to remember when I was lost in the forest, to pretend I was home. And safe.
It was of a glowing beach.
I’m not sure how much I believe in fate. But looking at it this morning as I stepped into my wedding dress made my breath catch. I always meant to visit it one day. I know it. I just didn’t know I’d be falling in love with a man who claimed love was a game he’d never play when I did go there.
“Your father would be so proud of you,” Gramps says as he leads me around the large stately home and to the rear lawn to where everyone is waiting.
Liv looks back from in front of us, holding her bridesmaid’s bouquet in her hand.
“He would, Bitch.”
I laugh as she grins at me, effectively halting potential make-up wrecking tears in their wake with her words.
“I love you both.”
“We love you, too,” she replies.
We reach the bottom of the aisle and heat hits me like a force, making the air whoosh from my lungs.
“I hope he’s going to at least try and smile for the photos,” Gramps mutters.
I meet Jet’s dark, burning gaze. I can’t help but smile. He’s glowering at me like he’s mad.
My core buzzes to life in response. I’m guessing he found my gift .
We walk up the aisle behind Liv. Even some of the guests are starting to look puzzled at the intensity on Jet’s face.
But I can’t keep the smile off mine.
He shakes Gramps’s hand as we reach the top of the aisle, nodding at him, before his eyes immediately return to me. The heat in them makes goosebumps dance up my spine as I kiss Gramps and hand my flowers to Liv to hold.
“Ava,” he clips under his breath the moment we’re left standing facing one another.
“Jet.”
One dark brow hitches in question and I nod.
“Goddamn.” He exhales, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Let’s make this quick,” he says to the minister.
I bite back my laugh as there is a confused rumble from the guests.
“The shortest version you’ve got,” he snaps, glancing at the minister, a man who now looks positively petrified.
Jay leans forward and says something in Jet’s ear, but he shakes his head, muttering back, “She knows why.”
His eyes return to mine, pinning me in place as we repeat our vows to one another. Jet delivers them perfectly, the intensity in his gaze racking higher and higher with each word. Until they’ve all been spoken.
“You may now kiss your—”
Jet’s mouth is on mine before the minister finishes, causing a ripple of laughter through our guests. He holds my face in his hands kissing me the way he did when I ran to him in the airport after six months apart.
Then he pulls away and grabs my hand, turning and pulling me back down the aisle.
I smile at our guests as he strides along, taking me with him. Some of them look puzzled, but the ones that know him well don’t seem fazed. Hayden even gives me a knowing smile.
“Ava,” Jet barks, willing me to hurry up.
“I have five-inch heels on,” I retort.
Grunting, he lifts me, gathering me up into his arms, my dress spilling out like a cloud around us.
Then he storms off with me like a caveman as amused cheers echo behind us.
“This is so romantic. You did all this?”
I look around in awe at the candlelit pathway that’s been set up beside the waterlily lake. It leads to a patch of grass covered in blankets and cushions, protected overhead by a sheer draped awning strung with fairy lights.
“Fuck the romance.” Jet lowers to his knees and places me down on to the blankets, his movements soft, even though his voice is rough. “Are you…?”
His blue eyes round onto me, his dark brows lifting in hope. I know exactly what he’s asking.
I gaze back, mesmerized.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Goddamn.” He screws his face up and crushes his lips against mine, making me fall back onto the cushions as he kisses me. He fights to push the layers of my dress out of the way, his hands urgent as they search for my skin beneath silk.
“Feeling eager for something, husband ?” I tease.
He pauses his ravaging kiss long enough to look into my eyes. His pupils dilate as he pants against my mouth, tension rolling off him in waves.
“My wife ,” he growls hoarsely, “thinks it’s acceptable to leave a pregnancy test wrapped up in her panties in the pocket of my wedding suit. I’m not eager… I’m fucking fuming.”
His hands find my ass beneath my dress, and he squeezes it with both hands as a deep, skin-tingling groan leaves his lips.
“You’re pregnant, Ava. And you told me when you knew I’d have to wait hours to see you.”
He sucks on the swell of my breast above the tight bodice as his hard dick strains in his suit pants against my thigh .
“You made me wait when you knew telling me would mean I’ve never needed to be inside you so badly.”
“Even more than when we were apart?” I ask.
He slides one hand between my thighs. I arch my back as he palms my pussy possessively, wetness seeping through my panties and onto his skin.
“Even then,” he grits, shoving my dress up around my waist so he can see me.
He tuts as he moves his hand away and looks at my soaked panties.
“These are ridiculous.” He trails a finger down the center, making me writhe for more friction. “So tiny and thin. You can see your greedy cunt right through them.”
“You bought them for me,” I whimper as he circles my clit through the sheer fabric.
“I bought them for my fiancée to wear when she married me. But only so I could do this.”
He hooks a finger beneath the fabric, tearing through it with one easy flick of his wrist. Cool air hits my clit and I moan.
But it’s quickly replaced by the heat of his body as he pushes my knees up to my chest and leans over me. He holds my eyes as he undoes his pants with one hand and frees his cock.
The second the thick head swipes through my wetness, I whimper .
“So fucking needy,” he tsks. “Putting a baby inside you wasn’t enough, huh? You’re a greedy girl who wants to be fucked more, aren’t you?”
“God, yes,” I moan, not even trying to deny it. I love how filthy Jet is. And it’s only gotten better since I moved in with him. He has constant access to me now, and it’s like it’s unlocked even more dirty desires from him. The only break he’s given me is when I was sick for a day last month. The day I couldn’t keep anything down, including my birth control pill. I knew this could happen, but the chance was so small that I never said anything to him when I was late.
I waited until this morning to take that test.
If it had been negative, he’d have still gotten the panties inside his jacket pocket. But something about the dark primal look in his eyes tells me he’s glad it wasn’t just those he found.
“Tell me,” he urges, tipping his chin.
“Spit on me,” I moan.
His eyes flash and he pulls back, spitting on my clit. The shock of it hitting me makes me jerk, before sending my clit into a deep, desperate throb.
“Please,” I beg.
He leans back over me, one hand grasping the base of his cock. He taps the broad head against my clit, before moving it in circles, rubbing his spit all over me.
“How badly do you want to get fucked, Mrs. Grant?”
I shiver at the way my new name sounds coming from his mouth .
“Until you’re running down my thighs.” I bite my lip, blinking up at him, relief blooming in my chest as I see the moment he snaps behind his eyes.
I don’t think I could have waited a second longer.
He pushes inside me with a rough curse, and I exhale with a satisfied moan as I stretch around him. We stare at each other, our chests rising, skimming each other with each breath.
“I love you,” Jet murmurs, softness passing through his eyes briefly.
“I love you, too.”
“We’re having a baby,” he chokes.
“I know.”
“A baby,” he repeats in awe. “When did you find out?”
“Only this morning.”
He nods and drops his gaze to the swell of my breasts as he pulls back and thrusts inside me. They bounce with his movement, and he does it again, his eyes fixated on them.
“Fuck, I wish I could suck on your tits, Ava,” he groans.
“Me, too,” I moan, arching them up toward his mouth even though my dress is fastened too tight to be able to get it off easily and allow him access.
He dips his head, sucking on the swell of my other breast not quite hard enough to leave any evidence.
“You know if we didn’t have to go back into our wedding after this, that you’d be wearing my mark all over you,” he rasps into my neck as he moves his mouth up it in nipping kisses.
“I know.” I lean to the side, allowing him easier access to where my pulse is thundering in my neck. He sucks on it, making me whimper.
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.”
He lifts his head, resting his forehead against mine.
“Good.” He thrusts inside me again. “Girl.” Thrust. “Good.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Wife.”
He moves up onto arms and slams into me, building up a pace that has us both panting and gasping for air.
“You’re going to go back out there to our guests with your husband’s cum running down your thighs. What do you think about that?”
“Do it,” I urge.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He tsks, thrusting so deep that his balls hit my skin each time with a solid thud. “Cutting the cake while you feel me dripping from your cunt. Full of my cum… Full of our baby.”
His words are my undoing and I come hard, arching up beneath him. He slams my body back to the ground as he bears down onto me, his hand curled around my throat so he can kiss me through my orgasm. I cry out against his mouth as he hits the angle that always sends me spinning, and I tumble into another deep orgasm, my body squeezing him in desperate pulses.
“Fuck, Ava.”
He grunts as he comes long and hard, spilling inside me. His thrusts slow but stay hard and deep as he empties himself inside me, his thumb stroking the column of my neck.
He leans down and captures my lips in a lingering kiss. “My wife.”
He lets go of my neck and places it between our bodies and onto my stomach. “Our baby,” he rasps. “You’re both my fucking world.”
I look up at him, the breath returning to my body as every inch of my skin tingles with energy.
“They’re going to have the most amazing daddy,” I whisper with a smile.
He shakes his head and pulls out, before moving down my body and pressing a kiss to my stomach.
“The strongest mummy,” he murmurs against my skin, his eyes fixed on mine.
He slides lower and lifts my legs, placing them over his shoulders one by one. Then he drags his tongue over me, his eyelids hooding with an appreciative groan as he drinks up our combined taste.
“We should get back,” I say, stroking my fingers through his hair.
“In a minute.”
“Jet,” I murmur.
My protest only spurs him on, and he starts to lick, suck, and tease me with his mouth.
“I’ve got all I need here, Firefly.”
He flattens his palm over my stomach and holds my eyes as he slides his tongue up inside me. He circles it around, dragging it out and swallowing with a curse .
“You sure? You don’t need time to think about it?” I hum, watching the way his eyes darken as he swallows his own cum mixed with mine. I’ve never seen anything hotter.
“Don’t fucking play with me, Ava,” he warns, sliding two fingers inside me as his hand strokes my stomach protectively.
I moan at how good both feel.
Our guests won’t miss us for a little longer.
“Husband?” I whisper.
“Wife?”
I grip his hair and pull him into me more.
“I’ll never get tired of playing with you.”
I feel his sharp intake of air against me before he slowly releases it over my clit, making me shudder.
“And I won’t ever let you,” he says in a low gravelly husk.
“Now either come on my tongue, or I’ll spank you so hard you’ll spend the first year of our marriage unable to sit.”
Laughing, I part my thighs wider.
“Sounds like my kind of game. Let’s play, Mr. Grant.”
The End.