Epilogue #2
Every book I ever wrote ended with ‘And they lived happily ever after.’ Except one.
One that I got the very award for and one that changed my life forever.
After the meltdown I had, realizing my marriage needed to end, typing the engraved words in my book was therapy for me.
It healed a teeny tiny part of me, giving me hope it will all work out somehow.
“How did you know?” I whisper, my voice cracking.
“I knew that book was different in the first chapter.”
“But, how? It was simply a romance book.”
“You know it wasn’t just that. And I guess someone else agreed.
” He nods to the little birdie, signifying the award.
“It’s a story about strength, a story about growth.
And you told us that by writing that ending.
” He clears his throat, growing more serious.
“It’s what I want from us. I don’t need to be your great love story.
I want to be here, next to you, as long as I make you happy.
I don’t need our happily ever after, but I need yours, no matter how it looks like. ”
A sob escapes me, his words cutting through me. They’re both wonderful and devastating. Healing and destructive. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that I want you to be happy.
And if at some god-awful point in our lives, I’m not the one bringing you happiness, I want you to choose yourself, every single time.
” I shake my head, but he continues, “I’m sorry to have made you cry on your birthday.
But it was important for me to say. I love you, Sadie.
And I would never want to see you wilt away. ”
I know exactly what he’s talking about. He doesn’t want me to suffer like I did in my marriage.
But it’s not why I was shaking my head. “You won’t.
I know I was afraid. But what you just did, what you just said, I could never wilt with you.
Because you put me first. And there’s not a doubt in my mind you’ll continue to do that.
” I inhale deeply, gazing into his dark eyes.
“You are my great love story, Logan. And you are my happily ever after. But I want it to be ours.”
“Fuck, I love you.” He grits out through his teeth before smashing his lips on mine.
His hands cradle my head immediately as the soft, warm pillows of his mouth work over mine.
I open for him, and he wastes no time slipping his tongue in.
A tiny little moan tears through me, but he swallows it with his lips, our hearts working together in a frantic rhythm.
My hands grab onto his shirt, working on the buttons.
I’m a shaky, horny mess, and I guess he deems me too slow because he grabs onto each side and pops it wide open, the buttons clinking to the floor.
His chest is hard and hot under my palms as they travel him, all the way down to his pants.
I manage to unbutton his pants before he grabs my wrist, stopping further movements. He gets to work on untying the straps of my sundress. It takes him only a second to pull it over my head and I’m left in my bra and panties.
His nostrils flare, looking at me in the soft pink lingerie before he unclasps the front buckle of my bra, revealing my breasts. He breathes cool air on my already hard nipples, making me whimper.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he mutters, not helping me keep the noises inside.
The whole thing is hot as hell, but a part of me is afraid that one of the kids is going to wake up and find us in this position.
As per usual, he reads my mind, whispering into my neck. “Don’t worry, this bench isn’t visible from the inside. And I set up the house system so that we get a notification if someone opens a window or the patio doors.”
I exhale a relieved breath. “Thank you.”
I feel his mouth widening as he travels my chest, brushing over the pink, aching nubs.
He slips the panties down my legs, his gaze catching on the wet patch in the middle.
My back arches off the bench when his lips connect to my center.
His licks are deep and desperate, like he’s actually trying to eat me alive, and it makes me feral to be wanted like this.
I grind my hips, riding his face, and I’m on the precipice of a release in mere minutes.
But he stops, biting into his lip, wet with my juices. “Not yet.”
Quickly, he drops his pants before lifting me as if I weigh nothing, and bringing himself to sit down on the bench, with me in his lap.
His hands land on my ass, raising me to line me up with his rigid cock.
And then he lowers me, slowly. I let out a gasp, putting my hands around his neck.
His body is a furnace, heating my front while the crackling fire heats my back.
He’s hard and thick inside of me, and I feel every vein and ridge as I ride him. His hands travel my back, while his head lowers to take a needy nipple into his mouth.
“Shit,” I breathe out, and he nibbles on it, before switching sides. I continue riding him in earnest while he helps me by lifting my ass and slamming his hips into me. His grunts fill the space, mixing with my moans.
“Fuck, I can’t keep myself from coming any longer,” he groans into my mouth before I feel his cock jerking inside of me.
His release triggers my own, and I spasm around him, making him hiss. And when his dark eyes glance into mine, I see nothing but adoration.
In that moment, I know this isn’t just love, or just a relationship. It’s something that transcends the human language or romance books. Something unexplainable but palpable and real.
And there’s absolutely no chance to push away from it.
“You should move in here with us,” I whisper, my cheek pressed to his chest.
“I should,” he responds, laying a gentle kiss to my hair, making my whole body prickle with goosebumps.
“Guess that’s settled, then.”
I bring my lips to his, and he kisses me, showing me the full meaning of what we feel toward each other.
And we live happily ever after .