EPILOGUE
I rock myself up on my knees, desperately trying to get some friction right where I want it through my jeans.
“Baby girl, if you keep doing that, this is going to be very, very quick.” Chase groans, his hands tight on my hips.
These past few weeks have been bliss, just Chase, Sunny, and I staying at his apartment. I handed my notice in to Big Turd Brian and I’m working with Chase to fortify his cyber security…I may even make my own business out of it one day.
It turns out, working with your boyfriend has its perks. Like hot, midday sex in his office chair.
“Miles Compton for you on line one.” Tessa’s voice crackles over the intercom, dipping in and out.
Chase curses, his focus dragged to the blinking phone light in his desk for a second. “I need to take this call.”
“Then take it.” I start nuzzling his neck, slipping my hand between us and cradling the large, rock-hard bulge in his pants.
He lets out a short groan and then snatches up the phone, speaking rapidly. “Whatever you want, the answer is yes.”
He hangs up without giving the other person time to reply, scooping me up out of the chair and pressing my back into the desk, his mouth landing on mine in a searing kiss that makes tingles shoot between my legs.
“Wait, wait!” I pull away, my breath coming in hard already. “You could have just given your company away.”
“Don’t care.” He grunts and starts fervently kissing my neck, tugging at my shirt buttons.
“What if they wanted you to open a cheese factory on the moon?” I gasp as he nips me behind the ear, my pussy clenching.
“Space cheese it is,” he mumbles, dragging stubble across my heated skin in a way that makes me mewl.
“What if they wanted you to never eat cheese whiz again?”
He detaches himself from me and contemplates. “Okay, I might have to call him back for that one.”
I giggle, watching his face morph into a decadent grin that screams filthy things.
“Just kidding, I can think of better things to eat.” He kisses me again, his hands tracing firm lines down my sides until they reach my jeans.
“Speaking of which…” He flicks the button open and tugs them off, throwing them over his shoulder.
I stifle a laugh, lie back on the desk, and let him make me forget my own name with each expert flick of his tongue.
***
“Can I look yet?” I fumble in the air in front of me blindly.
“She doesn’t trust me, does she?” Chase asks Sunny behind me, where he holds his hands over my eyes.
“I don’t think so, no.”
“I do trust you! I just…” I trail off when I realize I have absolutely no defense. “Okay, no I don’t. I keep picturing breaking my nose on a streetlamp because you got distracted.”
I can almost hear his eye roll.
“We’re nearly there,” Chase says quietly, walking me forward a few steps.
I’m swimming in my own little bubble of heaven every day.
Sunny couldn’t be happier, and everything has slotted into place just like a storybook finish.
I was dragged up to believe that girls like me don’t get the fairytale ending, or the knight in shining armor.
I’m glad to be able to show her that this isn’t true. Misfits like us can find our place.
Mr. Clay visits us daily, and somehow we’ve found an unlikely unit that almost feels like a family. As fucked up and unconventional as it may be.
I know we’re by the bay, not only from the sea salt-scented air and the gulls above, but I was allowed visuals until we got out of the car.
“Watch the step,” Sunny instructs, her hand on my shoulder.
I blindly take a step which is apparently far too animated for the height of the ledge, given the snicker beside me.
“Yes, that’s it. Laugh at the blind lady.”
“I’m not sure you can claim that title when the only reason you can’t see is that I have my hands over your eyes, Peppercorn,” Chase drawls.
“Right, stop,” Sunny instructs. “Keep your eyes closed.”
I squeeze them tightly shut as Chase removes his hands, and suddenly I feel like I could topple over because I have the equilibrium of a newborn kangaroo and no horizon to measure my balance by.
“Keep them closed!”
“Yes, Sunny, I get the message, thank you.”
“Okay, now open!”
When I open my eyes, the sunlight makes me squint for a few seconds. The first thing I see is Chase holding out a neon pink tutu and something that looks alarmingly like rainbow-striped leg warmers.
“What the…” I trail off as I see other people nearby, all limbering up and stretching muscles with some kind of brightly colored attire on. “Are you serious?”
I turn excitedly back to Chase and Sunny, my heart warming when I see it reflected in my sister’s face.
“Disco running club, baby.” Chase waggles his eyebrows and pulls three sets of flashing earphones with the club’s insignia scrawled on them from behind his back. “The tutu is for me, but you can have the leg warmers.”
He winks, his signature crooked smirk on his full lips, and I laugh, my heart throbbing painfully.
“You’re such an idiot.”
“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”