Epilogue
WESTON
Five Years Later
“Ijust have one last question for you, Weston.”
I smile awkwardly, crossing my ankles as I settle back on the sofa, reminding myself it’s almost over. Lou and my publicist, Chloe, insisted I take this interview, but I’ve never gotten used to the moving cameras in front of my face or the boom mic hovering above my head.
“Absolutely,” I say through my teeth, hoping that the worldwide live audience isn’t picking up how much I’m sweating right now.
“Any big plans for celebrating your new status as an Olympic Medalist?”
The most genuine grin I’ve accomplished throughout the duration of this interview spreads across my cheeks, followed by a breathless laugh. With a shake of my head, my eyes flit to Lou, whom I know for certain pre-screens every question I’m asked.
She’s standing, pantsuit-clad, even in the tropics, with her arms crossed at her chest. She must be damn near six foot in the heels she has on, and as she tosses her long blond hair over her shoulder, she looks every bit the powerhouse agent I know her to be.
Popping a brow, she taps a finger against her wrist.
Her not-so-subtle hint at eagerness for me to make the move everyone has been waiting for.
I face the camera, looking directly into the lens for the first time this evening. “Oh, I have big, big plans.” I turn toward the interviewer. “But you’ll have to wait for that.”
She laughs animatedly, thanking me for my time before closing out. Once the lights dim and the cameras shut off, I stand from the sofa and wipe my hands down my thighs. It’s a make-shift studio set up in a banquet room of the hotel hosting the Olympic Surf Trials.
The podium ceremony was a couple of days ago, and Lou had us stay around for press, but I couldn’t be happier to hop on a plane tomorrow morning and fly back to California.
The rest of the family flew home after Liv and I received our medals.
I took silver, which I’m incredibly proud of considering it is my first games.
Livia took gold, for the third time, but it was the perfect way to close out her career.
With two toddlers, it’s become a bit much for her and Lou to handle all the travel involved with both of their careers, and Liv is retiring so they can finally settle down—well, as settled as the two of them could be. They’ll still spend half the year in Costa Rica with Liv’s siblings.
“Did I do okay?” I ask as I reach Lou.
She holds up a finger, and I realize she’s got an ear bud in. She scoffs, rolling her eyes before barking something about contract deadlines and not to call her about bullshit again, before pressing on the earpiece and sighing.
“Yeah, Wes, you did well. You’re personable without being overindulgent, which is good enough for me.”
I don’t know what the fuck that means, but I shrug it off.
We walk through the hotel lobby, the sun a blazing orange orb through the paneled windows that look out toward the Tahitian coastline. I should have just enough time to make it to mine and Willow’s room before the sun completely sets.
When we reach the elevators, Lou reminds me not to be late for our early flight tomorrow, then reminds me that she’s done working for the evening and not to bother her.
I promise just that—because I imagine she’ll want to be occupied in exactly the same way I will—as I step off at the twelfth floor.
Willow and I booked a spacious suite with a private balcony, but the Costa-Ramoses have the penthouse.
They claim it’s because it’s the only suite large enough to accommodate their kids, but I’m certain Liv’s taste for luxury is the true reason.
When I reach our room at the end of the hall, I press the card against the door and push it open.
“Hey, Wills. Are you cool if we just order room serv—” My words die on my tongue as I round the corner between the sitting area and the bedroom of our suite, finding Willow sitting at the end of our bed, propped back on her elbows with my medal nestled perfectly between her bare breasts.
She’s completely naked, miles of smooth, tanned skin splayed out in front of me like a fucking offering. She widens her legs just enough to give me the tiniest tease of her pussy, and I now have saliva pooling on my tongue like a man starved.
My gaze selfishly eats up every inch of her, until I slowly make my way to her face—God’s finest fucking masterpiece. She tilts her head, luscious long hair drifting across her collarbone as her ocean eyes blink at me innocently.
“Yeah, baby. We can order room service, but I thought you might want dessert first.”
I’m shrugging off my sport coat and tossing it to the floor, rolling up the sleeves on my button-down under shirt as I stalk toward her.
“Oh, you’re fucking perfect, aren’t you?
” I fall to my knees when I reach the bed.
“Wearing my medal.” My fingers dance up her bare stomach, grasping the silver that hangs heavy on her chest. “But you know you’re the real prize, don’t you, Trouble? ”
I nudge her legs open with my shoulders as I move between them, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. Her head falls back on a moan, and she spreads wide for me.
“Mm-hmm.” I spread her lips, flicking my gaze to hers as I bring my mouth to her clit. “This pretty cunt is my reward, isn’t it?”
“You did so well, baby.” She sighs, falling back onto the bed, arching her back as I drag my tongue the length of her slit. “Such a good surfer boy.”
Willow knows I hate giving interviews. I really did not want to participate in the press today, so I should’ve known that my perfect girl would’ve had something special planned for when I returned. Little does she know, I’ve got plans too.
I don’t waste time teasing her—not this time around. There is a little black box burning a hole in the drawer of the nightstand on my side of the bed, and the sun is rapidly sinking into the Pacific outside the windows behind my back.
I pull back just slightly, gathering saliva on the tip of my tongue and spreading Willow’s pussy before spitting onto her.
“Fuck,” she hisses, thighs trembling.
She’s already glistening, but now she’s completely soaked—pretty and pink as I run the pads of my fingers down the length of her, smearing my spit over her swollen clit before sliding it down and slipping inside.
I add a second finger, curling them both and massaging her as I circle her clit with my tongue, closing my lips around it and sucking hard.
Setting a fervent rhythm, I have her shaking, chanting my name like a prayer, within minutes.
When she unravels on my tongue, I savor every last drop of it before I move out from between her thighs.
I stand, wasting no time as I strip out of the rest of my clothes, admiring the way she looks splayed out in the bed—skin flushed, chest heaving, eyes soft and sated. She bites her lip, watching me with a half-lidded, passion laced gaze.
Those pretty blue eyes widen when I grab her hips, roughly dragging her to the end of the mattress and hauling her into my arms. She shrieks with laughter as she wraps her legs around my hips, my raging cock pressing against her abdomen.
“What’re you doing?” she asks breathlessly, looping her arms around my neck as she cranes her head behind her, looking in the direction of where I’m walking.
I stride across our suite, shifting her weight into one arm as I throw open the door that leads to our balcony. It spans the length of our entire room, lush with potted palms and hibiscus creating a secluded, private paradise that blocks out the neighboring suites.
The view is phenomenal, the sun low on the horizon, shrouding the endless sky above us in shades of deep orange and bright fuchsia, reflecting on the blue water below, casting the entire world in the kind of vibrancy I often find in Willow’s paintings.
She drops her feet as I set her down, her eyes bright and wide with curiosity as she studies me before her gaze bounces between our new surroundings. I spin her around, causing her breath to hitch as I press her up against the glass railing of the balcony.
“Nice and quiet for me, love, so I can let you watch the pretty sunset while I fuck you, okay?”
She nods, choking on a whimper. I wrap one arm around her hips, tugging her flush with mine before I knock her legs wider with my knee, gripping my cock and guiding it toward her soaked center.
I drag a palm up her stomach and over her breasts before I reach her neck, clasping her throat, muffling the moan that she threatens to let escape as I slide myself inside her. “I know, baby. I know.” I squeeze as I rock my hips, thrusting deep. “You love wearing my necklaces.”
She whimpers as I retreat before plunging back into her tight, wet warmth.
Her perfect body hugs my cock like a glove made just for me.
I set a fast pace, holding Willow’s throat in my grip to muffle her sounds of pleasure, though the smacking of our skin echoes through air—obscene proof to anyone within earshot of what we’re doing out here.
I don’t give a fuck.
I want the entire world to know she’s mine.
I look down, watching the way her ass ripples with every slam of my hips. I slip a hand between her thighs, putting pressure against her clit. Willow’s breathing picks up, pussy tightening as I strum her bud with precision, drawing her closer to climax.
“Wes,” she breathes, “I’m going to—”
“Yeah you fucking are.”
I move my hand to her thigh, gripping hard as I lift her leg and adjust our angle, allowing me deeper, hitting the place that causes her entire body to tremble. I slide my palm up her neck and grasp her jaw, tilting her head to face me.
Her eyes are bursting with passion, the setting sun reflecting off her irises like the rippling crystalline waters below us. Her skin glows, cheeks flushed, pink lips parted with heavy breath.
“God, you’re unbelievable, Willow.”