Epilogue
Three months later
Dominic
"Where are we going?" she asks again, her voice a perfect mixture of excitement and mock frustration.
I smile, keeping my eyes on the road. "Chill. I told you it's a surprise."
"It's not even my birthday yet," she protests, crossing her legs in that way that makes her dress ride up just enough to drive me crazy.
"Tuesday is your birthday," I remind her, navigating through the evening traffic with practiced ease.
"It's only three days away. Just relax, baby.
" I slide my hand higher on her thigh, feeling her skin warm under my palm.
I've rented the private dining room at her favorite steakhouse, the one place she always talks about but never suggests because she thinks it's too expensive.
Everyone's waiting there—her mother, Justin, Harper, our friends.
Even my ex-wife agreed to come, knowing how important it is.
She surprises me, placing her hand over mine and sliding our joined hands down toward her panties. Fuck. I'm going to walk in with a goddamn hard-on in front of her mother and Harper.
"Patience, baby," I say, not giving her what she wants, even as my cock hardens painfully against my zipper.
"Don't tease me, Dom," she whines softly, and I can't help the groan that escapes me.
"We're almost there," I warn, but she doesn't listen, sliding her panties to the side and running her fingers over herself.
"But I'm so wet," she says, her voice all breathy and innocent like she's not trying to kill me. "See?" She holds her hand up, showing me her glistening fingers.
I grab her wrist and bring her hand to my mouth, sucking her juices from her fingers, tasting the sweetness that's uniquely Skye. "God, you taste so good," I groan as I release her hand and turn into the restaurant parking lot. "You're going to pay for that."
"Promise?" she asks, eyes wide and hungry.
God damn this girl. I have this special birthday dinner planned out for her, and now all I can do is think about sinking into her perfect pussy instead of making nice with our guests.
I pull around to the back of the restaurant where employees park. It's far enough away that nobody else bothers with it, but I do because we need privacy. I back into the most secluded spot I can find.
"Get your ass over here," I command as soon as I put the truck into park.
She smiles that sexy smile that never fails to make my cock jump and crawls over to me. I pull her to straddle my lap and tug her thin dress straps down her shoulders, then her bra, just enough to free her nipple. I bite it gently, and she moans, arching into me.
"Don't be mad at me if we're late and it ruins the surprise," I warn her, knowing we're already cutting it close.
She fumbles with my belt, then unbuttons and unzips me, freeing my cock. She strokes me, and I'm so fucking hard it hurts.
"This is all I need," she whispers, pulling her panties to the side and guiding me inside her warm, wet pussy.
"God fucking damn it," I growl as she sinks down all the way, taking me completely.
"God, you feel so good," she breathes, adjusting to my size.
I twist and tug on her nipple while she rides me, then pull her down to kiss her mouth roughly. She bites my bottom lip, and the pain sends a rush straight to my cock, making me even harder inside her.
"Fuck, I love you," I growl against her neck as she picks up her pace.
"Say it again," she pants, grinding down on me.
"I fucking love you," I repeat, gripping her hip and helping her move faster.
"I love you," she whimpers, and I suck her nipple into my mouth.
"Fuck, shit, fuck," she cries out, clenching down around my cock so tight I come with her.
"God damn," I groan as I spill inside her, continuing to thrust through our release.
We stay like that for a moment, foreheads pressed together, breathing hard. I brush her hair back from her face, taking in her flushed cheeks and swollen lips. How did I get so lucky?
"We're going to be late," she says finally, but she's smiling.
"Worth it," I reply, helping her fix her dress.
We clean up as best we can with the napkins from the glove compartment. I tuck myself back into my pants while she checks her makeup in the visor mirror.
"Do I look like I just had sex in a truck?" she asks, smoothing down her hair.
I look at her—glowing skin, bright eyes, that satisfied smile I've come to know so well—and nod. "Absolutely. You've never looked more beautiful."
She rolls her eyes but blushes. "You're not helping."
"Come here." I straighten her necklace, the one I gave her last month, a small silver pendant with our initials entwined. "Perfect. No one will know."
"Except Harper," she says with a grimace. "She always knows."
I laugh, because it's true. My daughter has an uncanny ability to read situations. "She'll survive."
As we walk toward the restaurant, I keep my hand on the small of her back. Before we reach the door, she stops.
"Thank you," she says quietly.
"For the orgasm?" I tease.
"For everything. For loving me. For making sure Harper and I found our way back to each other. For being patient."
I kiss her softly, cupping her face in my hands. "I'd wait forever for you. Both of you."
"Ready?" I ask, nodding toward the door.
She takes a deep breath and nods. "Ready."
I lead her inside, knowing everyone we love is waiting to celebrate her. My Skye. My future.
I sit back watching her just taking it all in.
Over the last few months everything has come together in ways I never imagined possible.
Harper forgave us—both of us—which was the biggest relief of my life.
She and Skye are as close as they ever were, maybe closer.
They still live together in that apartment, but Skye stays at my place most of the time, just the way I like it.
Waking up with her curled against me, her soft breathing the first thing I hear each morning—it's become my oxygen.
Their semester will be ending sometime next month, a few weeks before Christmas.
Harper dropped the bomb last week that she wants to transfer to a college in Los Angeles or close by.
I've never seen her so excited about school.
Skye was torn—happy for Harper but devastated at the thought of being separated from her.
She wants to go with her but doesn't want to leave her mom and Justin behind.
Little does she know I've already taken care of that for her.
Stephanie and I have been planning for weeks now.
I bought her a house just ten minutes from mine—not too close to seem controlling, not too far to be inconvenient.
It's already set up for Justin to attend a specialized school that works wonders for people with all levels of autism.
I'm really excited I was able to get him a spot; it's pretty hard to get into, but I know some people, and that kid deserves every opportunity available to him.
Justin's such a cool kid and so damn talented.
I secretly hope I can get him to give architecture a shot—he would be incredible at it.
I'm planning to offer him an internship next summer.
His eye for detail, his understanding of space and dimension—it's intuitive in ways that take others years to develop.
I nod to our waiter and then prepare myself because this moment will change everything for us, and I'm nervous as hell. My heart's pounding against my ribs like I'm a fucking teenager asking a girl to prom, not a grown man who runs a million-dollar business.
"You good, bro?" Logan asks from beside me.
He's on one side with Harper next to him, and then Ethan on my other side.
Across from me sits Skye, then her mom and brother, with my ex Autumn at the end.
Autumn and Stephanie seem to get along, which is weird but a relief.
I'm glad everyone fits together so well, like pieces of a puzzle I never knew I needed completed.
A small team of waiters walks out with her birthday cake, complete with a sparkler on top. I watch her face light up when she sees it, and then she looks at me with those eyes that still make my heart skip.
I smile. "Happy birthday, baby."
She presses both hands to my cheeks and kisses me softly. "Thank you," she says with a huge smile when she pulls back. Everyone is already singing happy birthday to her, Harper's voice carrying over the others.
They set the cake down in front of her, and she closes her eyes for a second, then opens them and blows the sparkler out. Everyone claps and cheers as the waiters start cutting the cake. After they leave the room and everyone is eating their cake, I stand up and clear my throat.
Skye's mom Stephanie gives me a knowing smile, and Skye looks up at me with her big innocent eyes.
"Baby," I say, putting my hand out for her. She takes it, and I help her up. I bring my hand to her face, rubbing my thumb over her cheek.
"What?" she asks, looking slightly confused.
"I love you so much, baby."
"I love you too," she says simply.
I drop down to one knee, and she gasps. "What are you doing?"
"I have wasted so much of my life with my head stuck in work and not living, but from the moment I met you, that changed.
You showed me how to live, how to love. You tore through all of the walls I built around myself and made a perfect spot for yourself in my heart that nobody will ever come close to filling.
" I pull out the ring box from my pocket, opening it to reveal the emerald-cut diamond surrounded by smaller stones—green to match her eyes.
"Skye, will you marry me and make me the happiest man alive? "
"Are you sure you want to marry me?" she asks through tears. "I'm a pain in the ass."
I laugh. "I know, but I love your ass." She laughs, and the sound fills every corner of my heart.
"Yes," she says and falls down to her knees, hugging me tight.
"Thank fuck," I say, and she laughs again. I slip the ring onto her finger, watching how it catches the light.
"Now we need to get started on the baby making because I'm not getting any younger," I say, and people laugh around me, but honestly, I forgot anyone else was here. There's just Skye, my Skye, wearing my ring.
"You want more kids?" she asks, looking surprised.
"With you? Fuck yes," I say without hesitation. "And I know you want two, so we better hurry up and get on it."
"Isn't that why you were late to your own dinner?" Ethan says dryly.
Harper groans loudly. "Oh god, my ears."
"No, that was just practice," I say, not giving a fuck. Harper covers her face with her hands while Logan nearly chokes on his champagne.
"I love you," Skye says again and kisses me deeply.
When we break apart, I look around at our family—because that's what they all are now. Harper with her proud smile. Justin sketching something on a napkin, Stephanie wiping away tears. Even Autumn looks genuinely happy for us.
"To the future," Logan raises his glass.
"To us," I say, looking only at Skye. "Every fucking beautiful day of it."
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