Epilogue
THEO
ONE YEAR LATER
“Happy birthday to you… happy birthday to you!”
I smile as I watch Rosie’s expression transform, her bright blue eyes wide and her mouth open in a grin showing off her small teeth. She looks around the room at our friends and family before settling her gaze on Lucy’s.
“Happy birthday, dear Rosie! Happy birthday to you!”
An applause breaks out throughout the room and Rosie squeals, clapping her hands along, offbeat from everyone else. I laugh softly, shaking my head at her as Lucy walks over to her. “Yay, Rosie!” She claps along, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.
My mother strolls past me, carrying the pink and purple cake she had made, with Lucy’s approval. I swear, between my mother, Hadley and Lucy, Rosie has some of the best role models to look up to. Hadley and my mom might end up fighting each other for her at some point.
Between the two grandmothers, sometimes it feels like Lucy and I can’t even have a moment with our daughter.
I walk over to Lucy, sliding my arm around the top of her shoulders, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. “She has so many people that love her.”
Lucy tilts her head up, her eyes shining back into mine. “I’m so glad.”
“So am I, baby,” I murmur, dipping down to kiss her lips. I keep it quick and simple, which feels like fucking torture when it comes to Lucy Taylor. I swear, I’ll never get enough of her.
We turn back to Rosie whose eyes are wide at the small cake my mother sets down in front of her. Everyone crowds around, moving in closer to watch her in amusement. Rosie looks up at me, drool sliding down her chin.
“Dada,” she says in a rush, pointing at the cake. “Dada.”
I chuckle softly, bending down to her. “That’s not Daddy’s cake, babe. That’s yours.” I push my finger through the icing and pop it into my mouth. “Your turn.”
She slides her finger through, gathering the icing on her fingertip and tentatively licks it.
Shaw lets out a low laugh, mumbling something under his breath which is followed quickly with an “ouch.” I glance over my shoulder, rolling my eyes as I see Elena moving her elbow away from him and giving him a dirty look.
“I don’t know if she wants it,” Lucy says, putting her hand on my shoulder. “Maybe it’s too much sugar.”
“It’s definitely too much sugar.” I laugh, shaking my head. Rosie proves us wrong as she shoves her fingers into the cake, taking a handful and shoving it into her mouth.
Lucy giggles, sliding her arm around my back as the side of her body sticks to mine. “Never mind, I guess she does want it after all.”
Rosie eats about half a little handful of cake before she shoves the entire thing and it tumbles from the tray of her highchair, landing icing first on the floor.
The sound of her laughter rips through the air and she claps, waiting for applause from around the room.
No one can deny the blue-eyed baby and my mother and Lucy’s fawn over her.
Rosie has both sets of grandparents eating from the palm of her hand.
I step away from Lucy, bending down to clean up the cake from the floor as my father lifts Rosie from the highchair, holding her against his side as she wipes some cake on his face. Lucy’s father laughs beside him, until Rosie silences him, leaning toward him to wipe the icing across his forehead.
“That’s what you get for laughing at me, fucker,” my father mumbles under his breath at Rowan.
“Language around the baby,” Rowan scolds him.
“She didn’t even hear me.”
Lucy tosses wet towels at my dad and hers, pushing them out of the kitchen. Hadley and my mother attempt to help with the kitchen, but Lucy ushers them out as well. In less than a minute, she has everyone out of the room and it’s just the two of us with icing smeared across the floor.
“Sorry.” She shakes her head, leaning against the counter as I wipe up the rest of the mess. “I just needed to get them out of here.”
I discard the paper towels and ruined cake, stepping closer to her, my hands finding her hips, pulling her flush against my body. “I’m not complaining.” My face dips to the side of her neck, my lips brushing against her ear. “I’d rather have you to myself.”
“They’re not here for me.” She laughs softly, an involuntary shiver trailing down her spine as I run my tongue along the outer shell of her ear.
“Then no one should notice our absence for a little bit.”
Lucy lifts her mouth to my ear. “You’re crazy, Simmons.”
“Crazy about you, baby,” I murmur, pushing my groin against her. “You know I can never get enough of you.”
She slides her hand down between us, palming my cock through my pants. “You can have as much as you want of me… later… when there’s no one in our house to hear.”
“You don’t think you could be quiet?”
She pulls back, her eyes burning into mine as they bounce from left to right.
She steps out of my embrace, her footsteps light as she walks over to the doorway that leads into the living room.
I watch her, the way she plants her hands on her hips, her chest rising and falling, a smile drifting across her lips as she watches everyone fawning over Rosie.
Lucy looks back at me, her gaze latched on mine as she stalks back to me. She slips her hand into mine, dragging me down the hallway, pulling me into the bathroom with her. The door is barely shut behind us when she spins around, tugging me closer to her.
“You have two minutes, Simmons.” She moans against my mouth as I reach behind, lock the door and back her farther into the room. “Make good use of your time.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I growl, nipping at her bottom lip. Her hands slide across my chest and down my torso as her tongue tangles with mine. Her fingertips toy with the waistband of my pants but only for a second before she pushes them and my boxer briefs halfway down my thighs.
My cock springs out of them, pre-cum beading at the tip. I grab the skirt of her dress, dragging it up to her waist, gripping her hips and spinning her around to face away from me. “Bend over for me, baby.”
Lucy follows my command, folding at the waist, planting her hands against the countertop as she pushes her ass back at me. My hands slide over her curves, her flesh soft and supple beneath my fingertips. “You’ve got about a minute left, Theo.” She moans as my fingers brush her pussy.
I spit into my hand, gripping my cock and pumping a few times to get it wet. I hook my finger around her panties, tugging them to the side as I slide the tip of my dick against her soaking center. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you, love?”
She leans back against me and I push into her, sinking my entire length inside. We simultaneously moan as I fill her completely, my balls flush against her body. “Holy shit.”
“Quiet,” I warn her, sliding my hands through her hair, fisting her locks as I tug her head back. I piston my hips, slowly dragging my cock in and out of her as I bring my lips to her ear. “Eyes on me in the mirror.”
She grips the counter, rocking back against me, taking every thrust. My movements become rushed. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. Just knowing everyone’s only a few rooms away and could come to the bathroom at any moment has me ready to spill my cum all over her.
I slip my hand around the front of her, pushing beneath her dress, my fingers finding her clit. Pressing them against her flesh, I rub my fingertips against her in slow, torturous circles that have her coming apart beneath my touch.
“Don’t stop, Theo.” Lucy moans softly, her face screwing up as she stares at me through the mirror. A fire burns brightly in her irises, her lips are parted, eyes rolling back in her head.
“Look at me, baby,” I growl, tightening my grip on her hair, rolling my fingers faster, fucking her harder. “I wanna watch you while you come.”
Lucy stares back at me, barely able to keep her eyes open as I fuck her into oblivion. It isn’t long before she’s losing herself around me, clenching around my length as she shatters into a million pieces. My orgasm is right there, and I drag my dick out, coming all over her ass.
We’re both breathless, riding the waves of ecstasy as she sags against the countertop. I grab a washcloth and clean her up, before wrapping my arms around her waist. I spin her to face me, letting the skirt of her dress fall back down around her legs.
She wraps her arms around the back of my neck, lifting onto her toes as her mouth claims mine. There’s nothing urgent and nothing rushed about the way she kisses me. It’s soft and slow with a tenderness that has me melting.
“I love you,” I breathe against her mouth. “So fucking much.”
“I love you,” she murmurs, her lips moving with mine. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
My heart slams into my rib cage, just as it always does when she reminds me this is fucking real. “Forever, right?”
She moves back, just enough for her eyes to meet mine, her eyes shimmering. “It’s you and me, Theo.” She pulls my face back to hers, whispering the promise against my lips. “Forever.”
THE END
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Chapter one
Elena
The muscle in my jaw tightens as I reread the headline twice, then a third time before closing out of the article.
EX-PRO HOCKEY STAR’S DAUGHTER BASHES MALE ATHLETES ON NEW PODCAST
My stomach twists in knots as I lock my phone and set it on the center console, not bothering to send a response back to Tella, my cousin and co-host.
This is a disaster.
An article published about our podcast was not what I expected while on my break at work today. We knew it was only a matter of time before we said something on our podcast that would piss a man off. Unsurprising, honestly. When are men not getting pissed off about something a woman says?
And they claim we’re the ones who are sensitive.