Epilogue
CIDNEY
THREE DAYS LATER
“You’re what?” Aunt Mae shouts into the phone.
I laugh, but only slightly. She’s shocked, but I am holding my breath, waiting for it to turn into anger. But it doesn’t. Sucking in a breath, I hold it as I wait for her to continue. To my very much surprise, she doesn’t scold me.
“I can’t believe this. Oh, Cidney, who is the boy?”
Looking over my shoulder, I see him standing a few feet away.
He’s in his boxer briefs and nothing else, a sight that I don’t think I could ever get used to seeing.
He’s so tall and strong, so massively built.
My body craves him so badly. It’s been hell sleeping beside him without his hands sliding all over my body.
Then I giggle, because my aunt Mae just called Trent a boy. “It’s Trent,” I say. When she doesn’t respond, I realize she probably doesn’t know his real name. “Goose, from the club,” I clarify.
Another moment of silence, but this time, she lets out a squeal of excitement. “Oh, he’s a good boy. He and his brother. Both good boys. I know Justin was against you dating within the club, but you made a good, solid choice, honey.”
“I’m glad you think so, since it’s until death do us part,” I whisper.
Trent looks over at me on the phone, his lips curving up into a smile. He gives me a wink, then jerks his chin before he walks back into the bedroom. We’re getting ready to leave for home, but I had to tell my aunt. She’s the only motherly figure I’ve ever had.
“And we’ll have a reception at the clubhouse to celebrate. Let me plan it.”
“I could never ask that,” I whisper.
“You didn’t. I offered. Your parents did not do right by you, Cidney.
And in the end, neither did we. Justin tried his best to help you, but I should have stepped up.
We should have stepped in and taken you as our own.
I don’t know if it was because of fear, because we were being selfish, because we thought we could do it from a distance, but it doesn’t matter.
We were in the wrong. Let us do something right for a change. ”
Tears fill my eyes before they slide down my cheeks. I wipe them away. Her words are a balm that I didn’t know I needed, but at the same time, they are not necessary.
“It wasn’t your responsibility, Aunt Mae. It never was, but that means a lot to me. Without all of you, I don’t know where and who I would be. I love all of you so much. So damn much.”
“We’ll have a party in a month.”
We chat a bit before she ends the call. Turning, I look over at Trent. My lips automatically curve into a smile. This man. He is absolutely stunning. He’s wearing jeans now, but still no shirt. I so wish I could be with him in every way I want to be with him.
His eyes find mine, and I feel his heat burning me.
Consuming me.
Standing, I move toward him. One step in front of the other until I close the distance between us. I place my palm on the center of his chest as I tilt my head back slightly so I can look up into his eyes.
I’m sorry.
I think the words, but they don’t come out.
“When you’re ready, Cidney… wife.”
God, I love it when he calls me that. I smile at him. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Trent.”
His palm cups my cheek before his thumb slides across my bottom lip. He lowers his face, his lips touching mine. He doesn’t deepen the kiss. Instead, he speaks against my mouth.
“That’s where you’re fucking wrong. It’s me who doesn’t deserve you. Not even a fucking little bit.”
Shifting back slightly, I look up into his eyes. “I think we’ll have to agree to disagree on that.”
“Let’s go home.”
Home.
I don’t know what that looks like or where we’ll be, but I have to admit, thinking about a home with him seems absolutely magical. A couple of months ago, I could have never even fathomed that this would be my life, that I would be married to this man. But I can’t wait for the future.
GOOSE
ONE MONTH LATER
Picking up the towel, I slide it down my face to wipe the sweat off.
It was another great workout. I think I’ve gained at least a couple of inches over the last month.
Sexual frustration is fucking real, and I’ve been working it out in the gym.
I’m trying not to push my wife, but at the same time, I would love nothing more than to be inside her.
Ivy is standing in the doorway as I make my way toward the exit. I haven’t seen him much since we returned from the wedding. I know his parents are throwing a reception for us in a few days, but I haven’t been part of that shit at all.
“Help you?” I ask when he remains standing in the doorway.
“You fucked Cidney without my permission, then you married her without even talking to me. You just don’t give a fuck, do you?” he asks.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I dip my chin slightly, my gaze searching his.
I don’t really have a response for him. I don’t give a fuck.
Not in the goddamn slightest. I love my wife.
I love my life, and I don’t give a fuck about Ivy.
Obviously, he’s spending more time thinking of me than I am of him, and that’s just kind of sad.
“I’ll see you at the reception,” I say.
He jerks his chin, looking down his nose at me. “I fucking hate you. I cannot believe you did this.”
My inner voice tells me to ignore him and walk away, but I’m not a very good listener. “You can’t believe I fell in love with Cidney and married her?” I ask.
“I’ve forgiven her, but I’ll never forgive you,” Ivy grinds out.
“I don’t give a fuck,” I state. “I love her, and that’s that.”
Walking past him, I reach for the door handle and stop. Turning my head, I look over at him. He clears his throat, and I wait for whatever he’s going to say. I’m not sure what he could say at this point anyway. Everything has already come out by this point.
“I want to hate you,” Ivy mutters. “But I can’t. You’ve been good to Cidney. Better than I thought you could be. Still, if you hurt her, I’ll probably kill you.”
“If I ever do that shit, I hope you will,” I murmur.
His lips twitch into a smirk as he jerks his chin toward me. “Hope I don’t have to kill you.”
Chuckling, I shake my head. “Never,” I say. “I’m going home to my wife now.”
Leaving the gym, I head straight home. I bought a log cabin for us. It’s only a two-bedroom, one-and-a-half bath, but I figured it would be enough for us for a while. A long while. Looking up at the house, I smile at the sight.
We haven’t consummated our marriage yet, but that shit doesn’t matter. I could seriously be happy jacking off for the rest of my life as long as it meant I was with this woman. I love everything about her. About our lives.
Walking into the house, I call out her name. I move through the house. It doesn’t take me long to find her, and when I do, my heart stops inside my chest. She’s in our bedroom, wearing nothing but her bra and panties.
“Cidney,” I call out.
She turns her head, looking over her shoulder at me. When her eyes find mine, both of our breaths hitch. She slowly turns around to face me. I want to look at every single inch of her, but I can’t. Her eyes hold me hostage.
“Hey,” she breathes.
“Hey,” I respond.
I want to ask her what this means, but before I can say a word, she unhooks her bra, and I watch it fall down her arms, exposing her perfect tits to me.
Sliding my tongue along my bottom lip, I sink my teeth into my flesh as she moves toward me. I don’t let even a muscle twitch as she stands in front of me. She tilts her head back, her eyes finding mine before she speaks.
“Cidney,” I mutter.
She doesn’t respond with words. Instead, she reaches for my hand and brings it to her breast. Curling my fingers around her flesh, I massage her there, but I don’t make a single move further. We’ve kissed a fuck of a lot, done a bit of heavy petting, but she hasn’t been ready for more.
I’m wondering if she wants more now. My heart slams against my chest at the idea. Touching and tasting is great, but I have never wanted anything more in my entire fucking life than to be inside the woman I love.
“I want you, Trent,” she exhales.
“Don’t you want to wait for the wedding reception night?” I ask, even though that is nothing near what I want.
“No, I don’t.”
She’s so adamant, which is hot as fuck. My hand slowly slides from her tit, down the center of her chest, then I slip it between her legs. Growling, I feel her wetness against my fingertips. Shifting my face closer, I touch my mouth to hers.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I murmur against her lips. “What do you want?”
She hums against my mouth, then she shifts her hips forward. “I want you, Trent. I want all of you.”
“Are you sure? Are you ready?” I ask.
If she tells me no, I might actually cry. I would stop, but I would fucking cry about it. “I’m sure, Trent. I’m so ready. Beyond ready.”
Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around the backs of her thighs and pick her up. I carry her to the bed, then slowly place her down on the mattress. She reaches for my workout shorts and slides them down my hips. They fall to my ankles at the same time I rip her panties into shreds.
I align my cock with her center but don’t push inside her. This is her last chance to say no. I want to make sure I give it to her even though it’s the last thing I want to do. Pressing the head of my cock against her center, I look into her eyes.
“Are you sure? I can wait,” I say, even though a light sheen of sweat has broken out over my forehead.
Cidney’s lips curve up into a smile, her hair splayed out on the mattress like a fucking halo. Goddamn, I love this woman. She lifts her hands, and they curl around the sides of my neck as she looks into my eyes.
“I’m so sure,” she exhales. “I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime. Make me your wife.”
“Fuck,” I hiss as I sink inside her.
I bury myself to the hilt, careful not to move, allowing her to adjust to me and taking in her expression and her eyes. Ensuring that she isn’t panicking or upset. But I don’t find anything other than excitement.
“I love you, Trent. I love you so much.”
I clench my jaw, wondering how long I can stay here like this when all I want to do is move, hard and fast. I want to come so fucking hard inside her sweet cunt. I don’t do that, though. Maybe next time, but this first time needs to be all about her, about love.
Tilting my head to the side, I touch my mouth to hers. “I love you so fucking much, Cidney. My good girl.”
“Fuck me,” she whimpers. “Fuck me hard and fast. I need to feel you.”
So, I do just that.
I fuck my wife.
And it’s perfect, just like her.
Just like us.
My world. My life. My wife.