Epilogue
EPILOGUE
Dottie
A few weeks later…
“I just can’t believe a fucking dog gets to fly on the jet before I do. I mean seriously, what kind of hellish vendetta does Adler have against me? Did I spite him in another life? Is he jealous because his fiancé is so clearly more attracted to me than she is to him? I don’t get it, Dottie girl!”
I smile and nod as Kira goes on to minute twenty–or thirty, it’s hard to tell at this point–of her tirade as we tuck the fitted sheet over the corners of my brand-new Alaskan King mattress. It’s big enough for Stephen, Daisy May and me to cuddle up in at night, with room for another pet when we see fit. It’s also perfect for all the extracurricular activities Stephen and I get up to at night.
“Kira, you know I love you, but there is one thing James has that you don’t,” Georgie yells over her shoulder from the attached bathroom, where she and Rach are working together to arrange an array of humidity loving plants throughout the space.
“G, I can guarantee my dick is ten times bigger than Adler’s. I’ll prove it when he gets here. Rach, throw me the measuring tape,” Kira shouts, and Rachel plays along, tossing her the tape. Kira jumps to grab it, landing firmly in the middle of my bed. I climb on top of her, straddling her lap and pulling the tape from her hands. I stretch out the yellow ruler and measure Keeks from belly to forehead.
“Yep, I can confirm, G. Kira’s big-dick energy is longer and girthier than anything any of our dudes are packing.”
Kira smiles up at me and Rachel and Georgie join us on the bed. They jump all over Kira and me, and we cuddle together like a bunch of kittens on the thousand count Egyptian cotton sheets.
It’s not exactly how I pictured breaking in the bed, but Stephen and I will properly christen it later when we’re alone.
It’s been a few weeks since New Year’s Eve, but we’re finally starting to settle into our lives here in San Francisco. Stephen returned to Fox Hole shortly after our reunion at the party so he could relay his plans for Hudson Family Construction to his parents and wrap up the loose ends of his life there.
Meanwhile, I went back to Los Angeles and cleaned up my home in Malibu, so the realtors could stage it. The cliffside home sold in record time and for way more than I paid for it, and I could not be happier to rid myself of my ties to the Southern coast. When Stephen came back to California, we rented a place downtown while we looked for somewhere more permanent to put down roots.
All the while, Stephen has been working with James and his new team of managers, engineers, and construction workers to get the Western Division of Hudson Family Construction on the ground. When I wasn’t house hunting or making out with my boyfriend, I was helping Georgie plan her wedding–which is officially happening in two weeks–as well as getting my own new business up and running.
Besides the Adler wedding, the kickoff event for Hudson Family Construction Western Division will be the opening event for my business, DL Event Design. Another thing I’m happy to be putting behind me? Modeling. I’m grateful for the work I’ve done and the following I’ve gained. It’s certainly helped with getting my new event planning business off the ground, but I’m so grateful to never have to be photographed in seven pounds of makeup under fluorescent lights ever again.
Three weeks ago, we found this beautiful, yellow Victorian home in Lower Pacific Heights with blooming bougainvillea growing up the entire front facade and a large enough backyard for Daisy May to run around in. We immediately put an offer down. The moving process has gone incredibly fast, and now I can’t wait to see our pup, who’s been staying with her grandparents back in Tennessee until Mom and Dad get settled.
In fact, Stephen and Daisy May are due here any moment…
The tell-tale sound of nails on hardwood prelude Daisy’s arrival, and she comes bounding into the bedroom and onto to the bed, flopping right down in the middle of The Pussy Posse cuddle party.
“Daisy May!” I squeal as I scratch the girl behind her impossibly soft ears, and she rewards me with a lick right across my face.
“Never been here before, and yet she knew exactly where to find her Mama,” Stephen says from the doorway, where he’s leaning against the frame with his arms crossed against his large, flannel covered chest. His hair is tossed up in its signature bun, one braid still tucked behind his ear from where I wove his tendrils together last night before he left. His beautiful brown hair now has light streaks of gold threaded through it, the kind of color a person can only get from spending their days under the rays of the California sun.
He’s always been beautiful to me, ever since we were young, but now? He glows. I instantly start to ache, in my chest and between my legs at the sight of him. His thick thighs are barely contained by the denim of his jeans, and I wish my friends would get the hell out of here so I could get to work at peeling them down and off him.
Like a mind reader, James appears in the doorway behind Stephen and pats him on the shoulder .
“Alright, Pussy Posse. It’s time for 75 percent of you to head out the door with me now. Rachel’s man is taking us for burritos in The Mission. He’s already waiting at Dolores Park.” He says as he enters the room and effortlessly lifts Georgie off the bed and cradles her in his arms, bridal style.
“But we’re supposed to be helping Dottie unpack,” Kira whines as she snuggles in closer to me. To be fair, that is what they came here to do today. But between the Taylor Swift dance parties and the bottle (okay three bottles) of champagne we opened, we didn’t get a whole lot done past the bedsheets and the plans.
“Keeks, look at the flush on Dottie’s cheeks. She’s gonna have her hand down Stephen’s pants in two-point-five seconds. Do you really want to stick around and watch that?” Rachel says. She leans over to kiss my cheek before hopping off the bed and heading towards the door.
“Yes, I do,” Kira jokes, and smooth as butter, James shifts Georgie into the crook of one arm and uses the other to toss Kira up and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Sometimes I think the laws of physics just don’t apply to super-hot guys. It’s the only way to explain that.
“Ugh!” Kira whines. “I hate that you’re all happy and in love. I’m gonna die alone in James and Georgie’s attic.”
“Hush, Keeks,” James admonishes as he strides out the door. “If you behave, I’ll take you to the pet store after we eat and buy you a fish to keep you company.”
Stephen pats his back as they pass. Daisy May is hot on their heels, off to explore her new home. Before I even hear the click of the front door shutting behind my friends, Stephen is across the room and on top of me, pinning me to the mattress with his hips. His lips meet mine, and I melt into him like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.
“Mmm, missed you, sweetheart,” he moans against my mouth.
“I missed you too,” I breathe between hot kisses. He trails his lips down the column of my neck and I buck my hips, grinding my leggings-clad pussy against the ridge of his erection. “How is it possible that I went almost ten years without you and now I can barely make it through one night?”
He pulls down the loose collar of my t-shirt and the cup of my lace bralette, wrapping his hot lips around my nipple, pulling and sucking at the bud until I’m whining. Cupping my breast, he noses the fabric covering the other one out of the way and gives that nipple the same attention.
“Doesn’t matter,” he mumbles after letting my nipple go with a wet pop. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and forcefully yanks them down, letting them pool at my ankles. He swipes a finger across my pussy, gliding through my folds and gathering enough wetness to coat his fingers before circling my clit. I whimper at the torturous pleasure, fisting the sheets.
I watch as he uses his free hand to undo the buttons of his flannel, and then his jeans, and then the zipper. He reaches into his briefs, fisting his cock and pulling it out so it stands proudly between his legs. I lick my lips when he squeezes the tip, swirling a bead of precum over the head with his thumb.
“Don’t worry about the time we spent apart. Don’t look back on it with regret. Everything that happened was exactly what we needed to end up here. I wouldn’t give up any of it, because I have you now. And I get to keep you, don’t I?”
He leans forward and starts to drag the head of his cock over my clit, lighting me up and making me more desperate by the second. I’m pinned underneath him, but I wiggle around as best as I can to free one of my feet from the confines of my leggings. That allows me to spread further and make enough room for him between my thighs. Still clothed, his flannel hanging from his shoulders and the dark denim of his jeans pulled below his ass, Stephen thrusts into me, right to the hilt, and my back arches off the bed. We’d had the conversation about birth control and negative tests back in Tennessee, but this is the first time he’s been inside me bare.
“Fuck. This fucking pussy, Dorothea. It’s choking me, sweetheart. You trying to kill me with this tight little body?”
I tilt my hips up slightly, and the first brush of Stephen’s pelvis against my already sensitive clit has me barreling towards release. I reach up and run my hands over his chest, clawing at his shoulders as I move my hips, meeting each of his thrusts with one of my own.
“Yes. Goddammit, Stephen, yes. Gonna choke my good boy’s cock with my pussy. Keep going. Keep fucking me and I’ll let you come inside. You love that don’t you? Love coming deep inside me, marking me? I love it too.”
He drops his head to my shoulder as I scratch and rake at his skin, and his breath grows more and more ragged. I’m there, right on the edge of bliss, but I don’t want to fall. I don’t want it to end yet, this glorious euphoria of being fucked into the mattress by the only man I’ve ever loved. But Stephen is holding on by a thread, I can tell. He’s so good, such a good boy for me, holding back on his own pleasure so that I can find mine. I take pity on him; I buck and grind, sliding my slick clit against his skin until I go careening over the edge.
From my very first cry of ecstasy, Stephen is going over the cliff with me. He bites down on my neck as he comes, his hips pumping in an erratic rhythm as he fills me with cum. It’s almost enough to get me climbing again, because I’ve learned that I love the way he comes. Love his body, his breath. Love when he fills me, my pussy, my mouth. Loves when he paints my skin with it and then tenderly washes it off me.
I hook my legs around his waist, holding him inside of me even has our breath starts to even and his cock begins to soften. I stroke his hair and kiss his forehead as he nuzzles into the spot where my neck meets my collarbone.
“Truth or Dare, Stephen?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to love me forever.”
“Aw, sweetheart. That’s the easiest dare you’ve ever given me.”