Epilogue
EPILOGUE
SIX YEARS LATER
Sneaking into our dark bedroom, I place my keys down on the dresser and wince at the resulting clatter. The moon leaks in through a slither in the curtains, just enough for me to make out Zak’s long body laid on the bed. Tiptoeing over, I open them a little further, allowing more moonlight to filter through, illuminating the room in a silvery-blue glow.
Turning back to the bed, I smile at the sight of his bare torso, the covers low on his hips, as his chest rises and falls with sleep. Ever since my promotion to Assistant General Manager at WNC, my hours have been long, meaning I’m usually home after Zak’s gone to bed.
There have been a lot of ups and downs over the last six years, but not once have I ever regretted choosing him. He’s my biggest cheerleader. My rock. And I thank the universe for putting him in my path every single day.
Chicago, on the other hand, has taken a bit of getting used to. I’d thought Oregon was cold until my first winter here. Weather aside, I love the bustle of the city, and I love Zak’s family. Growing up as an only child, with cousins being people I only saw at the occasional wedding, it’s been a shock getting used to the busy closeness of the Aldridge clan.
Zak huffs in his sleep, rolling onto his back and causing the covers to slip further revealing the fact that he’s not wearing any underwear. I grin.
Quietly shrugging off my jacket, I creep up to the bed, carefully tugging the covers down a little further. His cock is already half hard and I smile, wondering whether it has anything to do with what he’s dreaming about.
Tucking my hair over my shoulder, making sure it doesn’t fall against his skin, I lean forward and suck the tip of his cock into my mouth. His resulting groan sends a jolt of heat shooting between my thighs, and my eyes flit up to find he’s still fast asleep. Smiling to myself, I swirl my tongue around the head before sucking him deeper, fighting a moan at how he immediately thickens in my mouth. His body is sheer perfection. Being a lacrosse coach for our local school district means he’s stayed in top physical condition, and I clench my thighs together at the way his abs contract when he hits the back of my throat.
The next time I look up at his face, his eyes are open, hooded and watching me. I pull off, flicking my tongue over his crown. “I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”
He gives me a lazy grin, his dick twitching in my hand. “You can wake me up like that any time, Kitty Cat. Now get up here.”
It’s not something I need to be asked twice. Climbing up onto the bed, I barely make it level with him before he rolls on top of me, wasting no time licking his way into my mouth and kissing me senseless.
My fingers grip his broad shoulders as his hips flex against mine, and I moan into his mouth. “I need you.”
His hands reach down, gripping the hem of my skirt and tugging it up over my hips, but he doesn’t bother pulling down my panties, instead pulling them to the side and pushing himself up against my entrance. My head falls back against the pillows as he enters me with a single thrust, filling me in a way I’ll never tire of.
“I missed you,” he grunts, thrusting into me hard and fast.
My fingers roam his body, pleasure lighting up every inch of me as he fucks into me relentlessly. “Me. Too.”
Holding himself up on one arm, he hooks his other under my leg, bending me in half as he pushes even deeper.
I cry out, my moans turning to whimpers as he tears at my blouse, tugging at the material until he frees my bra. His head dips, his teeth tugging at my nipple through the material, and I arch beneath him, needing more. Always needing more.
I reach between us, pulling down the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts to him and he groans, sucking each nipple into his mouth one after the other, teasing me with teeth and tongue until I’m a writhing puddle beneath him.
“Come for me, Kitty Cat,” he rumbles against my ear.
Pushing back onto his knees, he presses his thumb against my clit, rubbing circles as he slams his cock into me over and over again, and I cry out loud as my orgasm rips through me. His muscles tense, each beautiful inch of brown skin glistening with the effort of our pleasure as his thrusts slow and he moans through his release.
Gathering me in his arms, Zak rolls us, holding me against his chest. “Love you,” he murmurs sleepily against my hair.
He’ll fall asleep like this, with me trapped in his arms, still half dressed in my work clothes. “I love you too,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to his chest.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.