Epilogue – Gracie Mae
I stare at the reflection of us in the mirror and marvel at the sight. Butterflies swarm in my stomach as my heart trips over itself. Oak’s large tatted hand rests right beneath my breasts, holding me to him, leaving no space between us.
It’s amazing how far the both of us have come. The battles we have fought with blood, sweat and tears and to come out victorious.
The past few months have been trying. The physical therapy to regain strength in my calf and shoulder has been intense but it’s the after affects of the attack that still plague me.
I’ve talked to Alice about it, along with the Old Ladies.
They’ve opened up about their own traumas.
And it’s nice to talk to people who understand and don’t judge.
The first night I woke up startled from a nightmare I felt awful.
Oak, who is the most understanding and patient man I know, cradled me in his arms and rocked me back to sleep like I was a child.
The next morning he asked me about it. And I told him the nightmare was of the attack.
Of what would’ve happened if he wouldn’t have showed.
But he told me something so beautiful it made me tear up and my heart burst. He had said to me, “Don’t be afraid to sleep, baby, I’ll fight those demons before they have the chance to reach you.
” And, god, it did me in. My love for this man is truly unmeasurable.
Sometimes I can’t believe he’s real. That a man as good as him exists. But he does, and he’s mine.
“What are you thinking about?” He says lowly in a voice that’s on the line of seductive and playful.
I rest my head back on his chest with a soft smile. “Of how you’re mine.”
His other hand slides down my thigh before teasing the slit of my dress. My breath hitches as his fingers slip underneath, meeting the bare skin of my inner thigh.
He hums appreciatively. “Anything else?” He trails his fingers up higher with a featherlight touch that affects every nerve ending in my body. It’s almost embarrassing how a simple touch of his can get me wet.
My voice is breathy. “I. . .” I gasp when his thumb finds my clit and applies the slightest pressure. Eyes roll to the back of my head as an appreciative moan slips from my lips.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he orders. My eyes immediately open.
It’s no surprise to me how easily I follow his commands when it comes to sex.
I suppose, in that way, I’m naturally submissive.
But only ever for him. His eyes gleam with pleasure when mine meet his.
We both get off on it, the power we have on one another.
“Now what else were you thinking about?”
I can’t formulate a single thought while his thumb is doing slow torturous circles on my clit. And by the smirk on his face he damn well knows it. There’s a cockiness to him that I love. He’s so unashamed when it comes to sex. He owns his sexual prowess. And god, it’s the biggest fucking turn on.
“We are going to be late,” I protest weakly.
Oak huffs out a laugh. “Baby, we both know I can satisfy you with little time.”
He then teases his finger at my entrance, outlining my lips before plunging inside. My back bows as a needy moan escapes me. He holds me by the palm of his hand right below my breasts, keeping me flush against his front.
My eyes meet his in the mirror. I see the hunger in them, the carnal need to devour me whole. And while I would take him up on that any other time we can’t right now. Even much to my own dismay. “We can’t.”
He hums thoughtfully, eyes twinkling with mischief. “We can’t or you don’t want to?” He adds another finger and curls it to hit that spot that has my blood humming with pleasure.
“Oak,” I warn, or at least I try to. My body is high on pleasure and I’m chasing for the release that he’s created.
“Tell me, baby, what is it?” His voice is a seductive purr that increases my libido.
“I can’t taste this pussy that’s mine,” he pulls his fingers out and then abruptly slaps my pussy.
A shocked gasp leaves me breathless as new excitement runs through my veins.
“Or you won’t let me taste what’s mine?” He cups my pussy, teasing me with what could be.
And damn it all to hell. The sound of his voice, his filthy mouth, the way his eyes haven’t left mine. I feel myself caving so easily.
“We can’t be late, big guy,” I say breathily. “You’re the best man.”
“What I am is your man. And what kind of man would I be to leave my woman unsatisfied?”
I bit down on my lower lip. “You’re going to get us both in trouble.”
“Only the fun kind.” He makes his point by spinning me around and pressing me up against the wall.
I wrap my legs around his waist and feel his hard length against my slick core. “I have duties to uphold as the maid of honor.” I’m grasping at straws and we both know it. He sees it in my eyes, and what’s worse, he feels it. He feels the desperately raw need I have for him.
He grinds against my core and I whimper. Licking his lips he says hotly, “And as my woman your duties are to get fucked nice and hard by me. How does that sound, baby?”
My pussy clenches. I know he can feel how wet I am. There’s no point in denying it. “We have to be quick,” I tell him.
“A hard quick fuck is what my woman wants, a hard quick fuck is what she’ll get.” He slams his mouth down on mine and our tongues tangle in an erotic dance filled with mad desire.
It isn’t long before he has my thong ripped off me and the skirt of my dress bunched up to my breasts. With him kneeled before me, my hands in his hair, he eats me like a man starved. And he doesn’t let up until he gets two orgasms out of me.
I’m barely standing on shaky legs. He picks me up so effortlessly and wraps my legs around his waist. Freeing himself from his dress pants he relieves his hard cock.
My mouth waters at the sight.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Oak has a beautiful cock. Honestly, truly, I’m dickmatized.
Before I can wrap my hand around it he’s poised at my entrance and slamming hard inside. Even after two orgasms with his size it still hurts a bit when he fucks me as ruthless as this. But it’s the pain mixed with pleasure that I love and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
He continues to pound into me deep and hard.
My eyes water as I feel the indescribable pleasure zing up and down my spine.
As my eyes meet his I get lost in the icy blue irises that are warm and tender and loving.
I see the love this man has for me, I see it deep in his very soul, and when he pounds inside me in another forceful stroke that causes me to lose my breath, I shatter around him, obliterating into a million pieces.
Soon after he follows me, coming inside me and crying out my name.
With our sweat slicked bodies we catch our breaths as our foreheads rest against one another’s. We breath each other in. And as my fingers tangle themselves loosely in his grown out hair I feel at peace. I feel home.
“I love you so much, you know that?” I say breathlessly yet with all the emotion of my heart.
He presses a tender kiss to the tip of my nose before following one on my puffy lips. “I damn near pinch myself every day because I can’t believe I have you, Grace. You’ve given me everything I thought was never possible. And I love you, I love you more than anything.”
Our mouths fuse together in yet another kiss except this time it’s soft, this time it’s savoring.
As we break apart the most dashing and brilliant smile lights up his entire face. “Ready to be a part of our best friends’ wedding?”
I nod my head enthusiastically. “More than ever.”
Reed “Snake” Carter and Alice Hall got married underneath a blanket of twinkling stars and the glow of the moon.
It was ethereal.
And I cried the entire time they were reading their vows to one another. At the end before they consummated their marriage as husband and wife with a kiss they thanked the stars for granting their wishes to come true.
It was romantic. Beautiful.
I cried again.
My best friend who I have always considered as a sister has finally married her soul mate. And it makes my heart sing to see how abundantly happy she is.
Everyone is in high spirits at the reception. Almost all on the dance floor except for a few.
Nora, who wears a beautiful midnight blue evening gown sits at a table with none other than Crow sitting beside her.
There’s something there between the two of them. A budding of a beautiful rose. And I, for one, can’t wait to watch their relationship bloom.
“She just had to choose him,” Oak says with slight annoyance as he holds me in his arms as we sway gently to the soft music.
“They would make a beautiful couple.”
He squeezes my hip and pins me with a look. “Grace,” he warns.
I bat my lashes innocently. “I don’t see what the problem is. I thought you two buried the hatchet?”
He grunts and I find it all too amusing. “Doesn’t mean I have to like him.” Men. I would roll my eyes but I end up biting my tongue instead. “Say what’s on that mind on yours, baby. You know I love it when you use that voice of yours.”
I raise a brow challenging him. “Even when my opinion differs from yours?”
He smirks devilishly. “Especially then.”
“You just like my sassy mouth.”
He pulls me in closer and says huskily, “I love your sassy mouth. I love it even more wrapped around my cock.”
My cheeks redden and I can feel the heat travel down my neck and spread across my chest. “Big guy,” I chastise.
His eyes then turn soft. “But I love your mouth the most when it says my name. Your voice is peace to me, Grace. Everything about you is. My peace after a long god damned war. I love everything about you.”
My eyes grow misty as emotions swell in my throat. “You’re always so incredibly sweet. I knew that from the moment I met you.”
“And I knew you were it for me.”
“You did?”