76. Epilogue
One year later…
“You see this?” Cole asks, pointing to his dick. I bite on my bottom lip and nod, giving him a coy look. “You’re going to take care of this. Right. Fucking. Now.”
He undoes the button of his jeans, zipping down the fly and stepping toward me. I’m already on my knees, waiting for him.
I may have teased him during dinner. Which he couldn’t do anything about since Chris and Mila are here visiting for a few days.
He grips the back of my head, bringing his dick to my lips. “And when I fuck your ass, you’re going to keep quiet because if my son hears you, there’s going to be a problem.”
Cole doesn’t give me time to say anything. He pushes past my lips, going right to the back of my throat. I gag around him, loving it when tears pool in my eyes.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he rasps, using his thumb to wipe a stray tear away. I love how much he pushes my limits.
I want to tell him that if he keeps fucking my throat like this I won’t be able to make any noise. But I really want him to fuck me, so I guess it’s a good thing I can’t say anything. Cole will do what he wants anyway, though, so even if I did speak, it wouldn’t matter. I like that he does. Like that I hardly have to think when we’re in the bedroom—or anywhere else we fuck. It’s a pleasant reprieve for my brain, which is still constantly on the go.
Cole fucks my mouth nice and slow, enjoying it. Savoring it.
A knock on the door startles me and I jerk back, but Cole holds me still, stepping with me so his dick stays in my mouth. I look up at him, panicked, but all he does is smirk down at me.
“Yeah?” he calls out, carefully pulling out of my mouth and sliding back in.
“Where are the spare towels?” Chris asks from outside our bedroom—Cole’s old room.
“Guest room closet,” Cole answers.
More tears fall from my eyes. I can’t breathe. My lungs are burning, my brain panicking. I shove against Cole’s thighs. He glances down at me, giving me a slight shake of his head.
“Thanks,” Chris calls out.
His footsteps sound down the hall and Cole releases me. I suck in a breath. He raises a brow mockingly and steps back.
“Give me your ass, baby.”
I get onto the bed, turning onto all fours so he can fuck me in my favorite position. He hits the best spots like this. Cole fucks me good and hard. I stay as quietly as I can, but when I’m close to coming, it’s impossible. So Cole slaps a hand over my mouth, and I whimper against it as I come. He falls over the edge seconds later with quiet, raspy grunts.
We lie in bed together to catch our breaths. I’m sure he’ll usher me into the shower very soon. It’s always what he does after he fucks me.
The last year has been pretty crazy, but things are finally settling down.
After doing the long distance relationship thing for six months—which was fucking torture—there was a promotional opportunity at my company at the location back in Beaumonte. I went for it and got it. It made everything so much easier for us now that I’m back in Oregon. I miss being in Boston sometimes, but I’m glad to be here with Cole. To finally start our life together with nothing in the way. Not distance. Not someone.
Chris and Mila live together up in Seattle, so they aren’t around much. Mila was offered a job at the Seattle hospital, which she took, considering it was a big pay increase. Chris didn’t hesitate to go with her, considering they were officially in a relationship. One that seems to be going perfectly. He was able to find a job there, which only made the move smarter for both of them. He hadn’t worked since he was fired from the last one right before his accident. They’re visiting us now, a week before Christmas, because it’s the only time they could get a few days off together.
“If we stay in here much longer, they’ll know what we’re doing,” I say, dragging my fingers along Cole’s chest.
Cole chuckles. “They’re adults. I’m sure they know. Besides, what do you think he needed towels for?”
“Uh… to swim?”
“They’re going in the shower together,” Cole mutters. “There weren’t any in his bathroom.”
“No way. Mila would not do that!” I argue.
Cole shakes his head. “You know nothing.”
I roll my eyes, then move on top of him, straddling his waist.
“Are we still going shopping tomorrow?”
He runs his hands up my stomach. “If you can keep your hands off me long enough.”
I gasp. “You’re joking.”
He smirks, and I grip his wrists, pressing them above his head. “You’re the one who can never keep your hands off me.”
Cole thrusts up, digging his semi-hard dick against my ass. “You sure about that?”
“Positive,” I say, then I kiss him.
He chuckles against my lips, then fights against my hold until he’s sitting up. His mouth is on my neck, hands on my ass.
A loud thud interrupts us, which is probably a good thing because we really should not be fucking again with Chris and Mila here. We both glance toward the wall of his room that shares with Chris’s bathroom.
“Do you think one of them just fell?” Cole asks seriously.
I groan. “I hope not.” Turning my attention back to Cole, I say, “He’s probably just railing her really hard against the wall.”
He scoffs. “That’s my son.”
“Yeah, my son too, remember?”
He bursts out laughing this time, and I laugh with him. This has turned into a joke that we thankfully all get and go along with. Chris jokingly calls me daddy. I refer to him as my son. It’s weird when you think about it, but funny because we don’t take it seriously.
“Oh, I remember,” Cole says as I get to my feet and look around the room for the pants I was wearing. “Hey, have you thought about getting married?”
I pause, slowly turning toward him. “Excuse me?”
Cole swipes at the wall, turning on the overhead light. My gaze falls on him. “Marriage. Have you thought about it?”
“Uh, not really.”
Cole pulls something from under the bed and when he stands, I see my pants in his hand. He offers them to me, and I carefully take them, then put them on.
“So if I asked you to marry me, you’d say no?” He raises a brow, and I’m concerned at how casually he’s asking these questions. How is he not panicking?
“Are you asking me?”
“Do you want me to?”
I shake my head, tying the string on the pants because they definitely aren’t mine. Cole grabs another pair from a drawer and puts them on.
“Would you rather I ask you?” I say back, raising a brow.
“I’d say yes if you did.” He grins at me.
I grin back and say, “So would I.”
He moves to me, pulling me close to him. “I’m going to ask you one day.”
“One day I’ll say yes.” I kiss him quickly. “I’d say yes now.”
“Well, I’m not asking you now.”
“Why the hell not?” I ask.
Cole laughs at me, his eyes gleaming. “Because I want it to be a surprise.”
“It doesn’t need to be a surprise. Doesn’t need to be anything big either.”
He kisses me again. “One day,” he says. “There’s no rush.”
Nope. No rush at all. Because everything here is perfect as is. My relationship with Cole. Our life together. Work. My friends. It’s all better than I ever could have imagined. I’m happy with the way things are right now. I don’t need to marry Cole to make my life better, because it’s already amazing, but I’d like to one day.
“One day,” I answer.
For now, I’m going to enjoy my life. Because for once, I can truly say I’m nothing but happy.