Epilogue
STORM
TWELVE WEEKS LATER
“We don’t have time,” I protest weakly.
“BB,” Drix growls. “We always have fucking time. Now be a good girl and open those legs,” he demands, with him on his knees before me. His rough hands grasp my bare thighs.
I bite my bottom lip, caving into my desire. I spread my legs, and his gaze drops immediately to my centre.
“I will never tire of seeing your perfect fucking pussy on display before me.”
“Drix, our parents will be here in less than ten… Oh, fuck,” I moan as he assaults my clit with his tongue, stroking, circling, and sucking me into an oblivion of pleasure.
I rest my legs on his shoulders, my thighs clamping around his head as he fucks me with his tongue.
My hands are gripping the side of the unit while my head rests against the mirror of the bathroom.
All of this started because I had decided to wear a white strappy summer dress.
I had caught my reflection, and traced my fingers over the angry red, healing scar on my shoulder.
I hated that it was a constant reminder of him.
Whenever Drix catches my mind thinking back to that day, to him, he makes it his mission to help me forget, to help me think of something good.
Like right now, as he draws my climax out of me.
Pleasure coils deep inside me, tighter and tighter as every nerve ending catches fire as my orgasm becomes all-consuming. I couldn’t hold back any longer as my pleasure mounts. My fingers grip his dark hair.
“Drix! I’m going to cum,” I pant. He groans, and the vibrations tip me over the edge as a tidal wave of pleasure floods my entire body. “Shit!” I cry out.
“Hello! Baby girl, we are here!” Mom calls out from downstairs.
“Shit, Drix!” I hiss. Drix smirks, rising to his feet before me, my arousal glistening around his mouth.
He wraps his hand around the back of my head, threading his fingers through my hair and gripping it tight as he crashes his mouth to mine.
I taste my arousal on him and moan. He swiftly breaks the kiss, hauling me off the bathroom counter and spinning me around, gathering my dress up around me waist. Within seconds he’s freed his thick hard cock and slams it inside me, his blue eyes watching me in the mirror.
My lips part. “Drix,” I whisper, a feeble protest.
“We haven’t christened this room yet,” he pants through gritted teeth as he teasingly, slowly, glides in and out of me in blissful torture. His mouth trails along my shoulder until he’s nipping at my neck. I shudder.
“We will put the new garden furniture in the garden!” Mom yells. Then quietly her voice echoes closer. “I will distract your father. You’ve got five minutes, max.” We both still, our eyes meeting in the mirror.
Drix laughs, throwing his head back. I can’t help but laugh.
Drix’s hand glides up from my hip to my breast, caressing it, cupping it lightly, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
My laughter dies immediately as a low groan vibrates from my throat.
He winks arrogantly at me in the mirror before gliding his hand between my legs, his finger circling my clit as he picks up his pace, thrusting in and out of me.
My mouth opens with a shocked moan as I stop myself, covering my mouth with my hand.
Drix lets out a deep groan. “Fuck, I never want to stop.”
“We have to,” I breathe.
His jaw is clenched so tightly, the muscles tick beneath his skin, his molten gaze never leaving mine in the mirror as he moves inside me. Every slow, deliberate thrust is measured, controlled, like he’s determined to make me watch exactly what we’re doing to each other.
“Cum for me, BB,” he rasps, his voice rough with restraint.
“Give it to me.” His fingers never falter, moving with practiced precision, perfectly in time with the rhythm of his hips.
Every touch pushes me closer, my body trembling as the pressure coils tighter and tighter inside me.
It feels like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff.
Weightless and out of control. Then I fall.
My orgasm crashes over me, stealing every coherent thought. I clamp my hand over my mouth, biting down hard to smother the cry threatening to escape me as wave after wave tears through me. My body tightens around him, drawing a low groan from deep within his chest.
“That’s it,” he breathes, his voice thick with satisfaction.
“That’s my girl.” He gives me one more deep thrust, then another, a third...
Each one slower than the last, until finally he buries himself as deeply as he can, his body going rigid as he reaches his own release.
His forehead drops against my shoulder, his breath ragged against my skin while he rides out the last of it, his arms wrapped tightly around me as though he never wants to let me go.
For several long moments, neither of us moves. Our breathing is the only sound filling the room. His lips find the curve of my neck, pressing slow, lingering kisses along my damp skin before his teeth graze my shoulder in a playful nip that sends another shiver racing through me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin.
Carefully, he eases away, his hands never leaving my hips as he turns me to face him.
His eyes search mine, soft now, all the intensity replaced with quiet affection.
He reaches behind me and turns on the tap, letting warm water run over a cloth, before kneeling in front of me.
The tenderness of the gesture steals my breath.
His gaze lingers on me for a moment before he gently begins to clean me, every touch careful, reverent, as though I’m something precious in his hands.
His rich blue eyes never leave mine, silently checking that I’m all right, that I’m with him.
My fingers slide through his hair. “You don’t have to do that,” I whisper.
A crooked smile tugs at his lips. “I know.” His thumb brushes lightly across my hip before he presses a feather-soft kiss just below my navel.
“I want to.” His eyes lift to mine again, full of warmth, devotion, and something so much deeper than desire that it makes my chest ache.
In that moment, I don’t just feel wanted. I feel cherished.
A loud BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! on the bathroom door has me jumping.
Drix instinctively moves in front of me.
“Drix, I don’t give a shit that you are a friend and my brother in fucking arms, but if you don’t stop doing what I think you are fucking doing with my sister, I will send Dad in there to beat your ass,” Enzo threatens through the door.
“Fuck off, Enzo.” I laugh.
“Fucking gladly!” he quips.
Drix takes my chin firmly in his grip and brings his mouth down on mine. “I will go down and face them. Go find some fresh underwear,” he murmurs between kisses.
I pull back. “What’s wrong with what I was wearing?” I ask, confused.
He holds out his hand, displaying the shredded bit of material in his palm. “Not again,” I complain.
“I can’t fucking help it. Stop buying those fucking tiny bits of lace. Maybe go for a big ol’ pair of panties,” he suggests.
I roll my eyes and shake my head. “No.”
“You’re right. I’d still want to rip those off you, too.”
“Maybe I should just walk around naked.” I shrug.
He frowns and shakes his head. “Absolutely fucking not.”
I smirk, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Then stop tearing my underwear,” I state before walking out the bathroom door.
The whole family has descended on mine and Drix’s new house for a cookout.
Dad has, unsurprisingly, taken over the barbecue, insisting nobody else knows how to cook meat properly.
Mom and Maggie are in their element, fussing over everyone while pretending they’re not.
The garden is full of laughter, music, and the smell of charcoal and beer.
For the first time in a long time, it feels normal.
I glance down at my phone, seeing that it’s late; too late.
“Hey, Ripley, Raine,” I call. “Have either of you seen Maisy?” They exchange a look before shaking their heads.
“Nope,” Ripley says around a mouthful of burger. “She said she had a few things to sort before coming over.”
“I figured she’d be here by now,” Raine adds.
A knot tightens low in my stomach.
Maisy would’ve messaged me. She always messages me.
My gaze drifts across the garden until it lands on Enzo.
He’s laughing at something his latest girlfriend says before leaning down to kiss her.
I sigh. If anyone knows where Maisy is, it’s him.
As I approach, his girlfriend flashes me a warm smile.
I return it, although it doesn’t quite reach my eyes.
“Enzo, can I steal you for a minute?”
He studies my face before nodding. “Anything for my favourite sister.”
I snort. “I’m your only sister.”
He grins. “And I still mean it.”
The smile slips from my face. “You seen Maisy?”
Everything about him changes. His shoulders stiffen, his jaw locks, and for the briefest second something flashes across his face. Guilt. Regret. Pain. Then it’s gone.
“No.”
The answer comes too quickly. Too sharp.
I narrow my eyes. “Enzo.”
“What?”
“What the fuck is going on between you two?”
He laughs, but it’s forced. “Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
Silence stretches between us. Finally, he drags a hand over the back of his neck.
“I haven’t seen her.” His voice is flat now.
“So, leave it alone.” Before I can stop him, he turns and walks back towards the party, back to the woman that is waiting for him.
I watch him slip an arm around her waist. He laughs again, but this time I know it’s fake.
A cold unease settles in my chest. Pulling out my phone, I send Maisy a message.
S: Where are you? Are you okay?
A few moments later, my screen lights up.
M: Sorry. Really sick. Can’t make it.
I frown.
S: Want me to bring you some soup?
Three dots appear. Disappear. Then...
M: No. Stomach bug. Best you stay away.
Something twists in my gut. It doesn’t feel right. Drix wraps an arm around my waist from behind, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Everything okay, BB?” I hand him my phone. He reads the messages before looking towards Enzo. “Maybe she’s genuinely ill?”
I shake my head. “No. Maisy would’ve called. She would’ve complained. She would’ve wanted me to bring chocolate instead of soup.”
A smile tugs at Drix’s lips. “Fair point.” My gaze finds Enzo again. He’s smiling, drinking, and acting like everything’s fine, but every so often, when he thinks nobody’s watching, his eyes drift towards his phone like he’s waiting for someone.
A chill crawls over my skin. I don’t know what’s happened between my brother and my best friend, but I know them both well enough to recognise one thing.
One of them is lying, and the other has disappeared.