Epilogue
DYLAN
I was humming a tune and flipping a spatula when her arms slid around my waist, her tits pressing into my back.
The ring she had given me glinted on my right middle finger, the jade stone shining.
She had made it when we were separate for three whole days, and I cherished it like it was my wedding ring.
Hopefully, I’ll flash everyone my wedding ring soon.
A smile curved on my lips. I hadn’t noticed how clingy she had gotten since we moved in together.
Katie, who was like a little cat at first, with an aversion of being touched, had changed into a house cat.
She sat on my lap instead of the empty chair.
She flopped on top of me in bed and demanded to be carried, and she’d wrap herself around me like a leech whenever I came back from a run, even though I was sweaty.
And I enjoyed every single bit of it. I adored all sides of her and couldn’t wait to see what else I would uncover in a few more years.
“You need a hug HP?” I asked, knowing she needed those ever since her work-life balance had been overwhelming her. I had confessed to her that I was one of the developers of Rented Romeo and only joined it to gain experience for her and never used it again.
“Mmhm,” she mumbled into my back, her voice muffled. “I feel drained. Need to recover my HP.”
I turned the gas down, wiped my hands on a towel, and turned around, giving her a hug. Then I scooped her up, held her in what I called air jail with my arms firmly wrapped around her waist with nowhere to go.
“My poor darling,” I crooned, kissing the corner of her mouth. “What can I do to help?”
I sat her on top of the island counter as she eyed the bubbling pan. “How long until the food’s done?”
I smirked because I knew exactly where her brain had wandered. “Half an hour,” I said, roving my gaze over her thin tank top and shorts, my pants feeling tight. “What do you need, darling? My hands, my tongue, or… my cock?”
She blinked at me and flashed me a tiny grin that I couldn’t resist. “All of it.”
“So demanding,” I said with a smirk.
“You like it,” she said, raising her chin.
I got down on my knees without missing a beat, spread her thighs and grinned. “Did you know the clitoris has about eight thousand nerve endings? Can I stimulate all eight thousand nerve endings?”
She rolled her eyes and leaned back. “Yes, Dylan, you can try.”
I made quick work of removing her shorts and tucked her soaked panties to the side before sliding my mouth to one of my favorite places. Her sweet pussy.
Soon she was trembling as I kept her spread, her juices coating my lips, tongue and chin.
I stood up and pulled her close in a hot kiss just as I slid inside her.
Our moans echoed in the living room, the sound of skin slapping against each other as I found her sensitive spot, fucking it with a steady rhythm until she melted around me.
I groaned into her neck when I came, my hips flexing and muscles tightening. Her hands threaded through my hair and kept me close.
We were breathless, with light flush on our skin. I kissed her collarbone before pulling away.
“Good?” I asked, sliding out from her and taking her to the washroom for cleanup.
She smiled at me as if she approved of my method of cheering her up. “Better now thanks to your cock and your way of dicking me down.”
“Please don’t ever say that again,” I said with a shake of my head.
“What? You don’t like the words getting dicked down?”
I mock-groaned, knowing she was stuck on that word and would use it until I bled from my ears. After cleaning-up, she wiped and rinsed away the evidence of our sex from the island while I finished cooking our lunch.
I wasn’t a great cook, but I could make a decent meal with chicken and vegetables.
We carried our plates to the couch, sitting facing each other, our elbows touching as we chewed.
“You know,” she said, scooping a forkful of salad. “I thought I was asexual for the longest time.”
“Really?”
I wouldn’t be surprised if she was. She had always been touch-averse and I knew it took years before she allowed Amanda to hug her.
She swallowed before continuing, “I thought I didn’t want sex with anyone. But turns out I just didn’t want to sleep with anyone—”
“But your young and handsome boyfriend,” I finished her sentence.
“Yes. You,” she said, smiling at me, her hazel eyes bright. “I always ended up overthinking. Am I using enough tongue? Am I making enough eye contact? Does this reaction look remotely human?”
“Darling,” I said, squeezing her thigh. “Everything you do turns me the fuck on. Even how you eat cheesecake like a starved woman.”
“Of course you do.” She grinned, nudging me with her elbow. “But I’m glad my brain shuts up whenever we are intimate. I don’t have to pretend.”
“Thank fuck for that,” I said. “My ego would bruise if you faked orgasms with me.”
She straightened up. “Who says I haven’t?”
“You… come back here!” I said when she stood up, keeping her plate on the coffee-table. I followed when she ran away.
We turned the chase into a tickle war, which ended with me grabbing her and hoisting her over my shoulder. She squealed, trying to wriggle free when I took her to the small office we had set up for me in her guest room.
She told me that we would never get anything done if I set up my desk in her home studio. My desk gleamed with two monitors, a mechanical keyboard, and a gaming chair. I loved that she had made space for me in her sanctuary, and Amanda was glad I was finally out of her hair.
“Sit,” I ordered, spinning her into the chair so she faced the monitors.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Have some patience.” I typed some things into the panel, opening a new window.
“Is it the edited version of our almost sex-tape?” she asked.
“That’s a good idea, but no,” I paused, looking at her. “It’s something better.”
I finally opened it and watched her face change as the site loaded. It had a clean layout with soft colors and a handful of mock products. Necklaces in the hero banner, delicate rings and polished photographs of the cufflinks she’d once made for a client.
I built an entire site around her brand, used her color palette, and filled it with mockups of pieces she loved and the pieces she had created.
It had taken a few weeks to work behind her back, but I wanted to do it for her.
She stared at the screen, her lips parted and eyes wide.
“I made it with your brand colors,” I said, my voice low and shaky. “Amanda helped a ton. I… I want you to leave Opulence and open your own shop online. You don’t have to design the same thing for someone else ever again.”
Her hands flew to her mouth. “Dylan—”
“I know it’s scary,” I said, squeezing her shoulder. “I’ve been talking to suppliers. I made a list. Ethical gemstones, recycled metals. I’ve already messaged a few manufacturers who said they’d work with us. I… I want to do this with you.”
She blinked, her eyes glassy. “You did all that?”
“I did.” I swallowed because seeing her on the verge of tears made me emotional. “For you. I’d do anything.”
She threw herself at me, and I caught her, letting her cry into my shoulder until the hiccups calmed. I stroked her hair and rubbed her back.
When she lifted her head, she wiped her face on the back of her hand and let out a wet laugh. “This feels scary and overwhelming,” she said, her voice hoarse and soft. “But I’m glad you’re here.”
“I’ll always be here.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re stuck with me. For good.”
She smiled, her face softening as she stroked my cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” More than you can ever comprehend.
We kissed, our lips urgent and soft, cherishing the moment as we planned for the future.
I was glad I was half-way through fulfilling my dream. I had made my childhood crush my girlfriend and hopefully soon… she would be my wife.