Epilogue
DONOVAN
It was our first major trip since I was released from the hospital eight months ago.
I had planned a surprise trip to Iceland for her, and it was our first night there.
She had no idea what was on our seventeen-day itinerary; hell, she didn’t even know where we were going until we got to the airport.
I had Maeve and Cora help me pack for her.
Recovery took as long as I expected, but I had Audra nursing me back to health, so not too many complaints there.
In good news, because that level of caregiving was a full-time job, she resigned from her job at the hospital before I was even released.
After my home care was cleared, she took on the role of running the medical side of Quest, and loved it.
There was still enough happening with patrons to keep her on her toes, but there wasn’t the same kind of emotional investment she had at the hospital.
Plus, no night shifts. We also agreed that she would be in charge of our table decorations at the resort.
Lead tablescaper was a joke that never got old between us.
But she genuinely knocked it out of the park every single time. I loved to watch her shine.
She was happier, and I was happier than I’d ever been, too.
Audra pretty much moved in when I was released because of my need for round-the-clock care.
Okay, everyone knew I didn’t need it, but it was easier to say that because it made a hell of a lot more logical sense than saying we fell madly in love in two months and moved in together.
But things were seamless with us. There was not a single day that either of us had a second thought about it, and that feeling of home between us had been a constant since …
well, since that day we laughed together in the flower shop.
Neither of us could have ever imagined what fate had in store.
Audra had no idea that I heard her on the day she was in my hospital room. I can recall the sound of her voice and the emotion of it more than I could remember most of the words, but there was one thing that stood out. Hell, I would be on my deathbed and still remember that one.
“This is it. Grab your stuff,” I said, opening the door of the rented SUV.
“Grab my stuff? What do you mean? Like my purse and water? Is this a stop in our detailed itinerary?” She loved giving me shit about my itineraries, but after this trip, I was confident she’d see the benefit of having one.
“Like, grab your luggage, Chaos. We’re here for the night.”
“But we are in the middle of nowhere.”
“Precisely.”
“You’re not going to off me here, are you?” she joked.
“Get you off, if you’re lucky.” A smile spread across her face as she swatted at me and started gathering her things. I loved her so wholly, so completely, but especially in these moments.
We walked about a hundred yards up a bit of a hill, and when we crested it, a little house came into view.
It was a small house, but it had a fifteen-by-fifteen glass enclosure that jutted out from the main part of the house like a sunroom.
I knew she saw the bed when her eyes got wide as she looked at me.
“You didn’t.” A smile of disbelief bloomed on her face.
“I just thought this might be fun,” I flashed a huge smile at her, and I could see her gears turning.
When we walked inside, it took a minute to comprehend how stunningly beautiful it was.
The photos online didn’t even come close to doing it justice.
The atrium had a 180-degree view of the landscape, and it was like nothing I’d ever seen.
Low hills peppered our view, and they led to mountains in the far distance.
Snow dusted the entire scene. Like a painting, a river cut through the land out of the left window.
There was nothing else around us. Both of our mouths were agape at the scene.
“Donovan, this is … I don’t even have words.”
“I agree. This has to be one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen.” And with that, I handed her a wrapped present while she cocked her head at me.
“What’s this?” she questioned.
“Just a little something. You should probably open it now, Chaos.” I should have continued with the sweet sentiments, but I had been dying to give her this package for months, and I couldn’t wait a single second longer. I had almost spilled the secret dozens of times.
She opened the box, and her mouth dropped open as she cackled, “Are you kidding me right now? Holy shit, Donovan.”
Her head fell back as my favorite sound filled our little hut. She pulled out the items one by one. The first was a welcome card.
“Here we are having this moment at the beauty of this place, and you give me this?” Holding up the card as she read it out loud.
“Welcome to the Slut Hut.” She could barely even say the words. “You heard me in the hospital?” she questioned.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I shrugged my shoulders as she continued.
“A selfie stick.”
“I can’t wait for the photo book,” I replied, giving up that I had heard a little of what she said. As if she didn’t know with the slut hut card.
“Very sexy lingerie.” She lifted it into the air. I had added some additional things, of course.
“What Slut Hut would be complete without it?” I asked.
“Silk rope.”
“You never know when you might need that.” My eyes sparkled at her. She knew exactly what we’d be using that for.
“A blindfold? How can I see the Northern Lights with a blindfold on?” She lifted an eyebrow at me.
“You can’t see them during the day,” I argued with a grin.
“Rainbow cotton candy?” Her smile couldn’t be bigger.
“I assure you, you will need sustenance here.”
“A Magic 8 Ball with an actual logo of Slut Hut. Where on Earth did you find this, Van? Did you design this logo?”
“I had a hand in it. Ask for anything you might desire in the Slut Hut and see what it says.”
Always eager to play along, she didn’t hesitate.
“Will I have dirty, dirty sex under the Northern Lights tonight?” she shook the ball and looked at the answer.
HELL YES. She looked at me again, and her grin couldn’t get wider as she laughed.
“Will we use a rope tonight?” She asked, shook the ball, and looked at the answer again.
AS YOU WISH. She had a soft spot for eighties movies, and we’d seen the Princess Bride half a dozen times during my recovery.
She was beside herself with that answer.
“Will I have more than a hundred orgasms this evening?” BURN THE SHOES.
“Will you go down on me for at least an hour?” THIS LIFE AND THE NEXT. Both of us were laughing so hard that we couldn’t catch our breath.
“How did you get this?”
“There’s a way to customize Magic 8 Balls, and I ran with it. My turn,” I said as I took the ball from her. “Will the word ‘sir’ be used in any capacity during this adventure? You know, Chaos, I bet you never knew that your little nickname Sir Donovan would be so prophetic.”
I gave her a teasing look, shook the ball, then turned it to see my answer.
AFFIRMATIVE. I pumped my fist, and we roared with laughter.
God, Audra King was my happiness. As it stood, I had the ring and planned on proposing on the trip when the mood struck.
Part of me thought I should’ve gotten down on one knee right then, but I didn’t want her recalling her proposal to be on the heels of asking a Slut Hut Magic 8 Ball about naughty deeds.
But let’s be honest, I couldn’t wait to get a ring on her finger.
If we weren’t doing the trip, I would have done it months ago.
Before I could entertain any more proposal thoughts, she walked up to me and cupped me through my pants. I was already half hard thinking about her calling me Sir, and that little squeeze was enough to prime me completely.
“This looks pretty private, Van. Can anyone see into our little glass house?”
I bent my head so my mouth was by her ear. “Would it matter if they could?” I challenged her in a whisper.
“Not in the least,” she answered as she pulled my head down to hers. Her kiss still had the ability to short-circuit my brain.
“Do we have any other plans tonight? Anywhere we need to be?” she asked against my lips.
“Nope, just here,” I replied as I moved my hands to her pants to get them off. God, I still loved grabbing her ass whenever I could.
“Great to hear that, Sir,” she said as she expertly undid mine and slid them down. Along with them, she lowered down to her knees. “Can I suck your dick now, Sir?” she asked as she slowly circled the head of my cock with her tongue.
I shuddered at the sensation. I was supposed to be pleasuring her, but I couldn’t stop this.
“Have I ever told you that you are the hottest fucking woman alive, Audra.”
I pulled her shirt off so I could have an eyeful of her tits.
She looked up at me with a sexy smile on her face and opened her mouth with her tongue out.
My favorite invitation. I stroked myself a few times before I fed her my cock, and she closed those lips, humming in delight while she worked her tongue all around me.
Bracing my hand on the counter, my other went around the back of her head.
I fucking loved my hand bobbing along with her.
This was loud, and sloppy, and desperate, and it didn’t take long to feel like I was getting close to the edge.
I tried pulling away, but she doubled down.
Grabbing the back of my thighs, she made an ‘uh-uh’ sound to stop me from pulling away.
She started to go faster up and down, and when she was confident I wouldn’t be pulling away, she reached to grab my balls as her other hand went to work in tandem with her mouth.
It took an embarrassingly short time before I was shooting my release down her throat.
She took everything down and smiled when she was done.
I collapsed forward on the counter. Jesus, what she did to me.