Extended Epilogue
Two Years Later
Asher
“Well, look at that,” I say as I put the rental car in park in front of the villa. “The storm didn’t sweep it away.”
“Speaking of storms,” Harper says, pulling her phone out of her purse. “We should probably check the weather app. You know, just to make sure we aren’t reliving our first time here.”
I smile. “I thought that was the point of coming here. A little tribute to the week you fell in love with me,” I tease.
“Correction,” she says, holding her finger up while scrolling the app in search of rain clouds, floods, and other impending weather catastrophes common this time of year in Costa Rica. “You were in love with me.”
“I was lying,” I cut in.
“Yeah, lying to yourself about not being in love with me. Also, I didn’t fall in love with you until later. Much later.”
“Pshh…” I wave off her sass and undo my seatbelt. I turn in my seat to face her. “That doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you love me now, and you’ve loved me since then, and we are back in Costa Rica to relive that sexy time in our lives.”
I pull her towards me the best I can over the center console and plant my lips on hers before she can swat me away.
“You are insufferable,” she giggles into my mouth. “Can’t you wait until we get inside? I don’t want to have to take the car to a detailer before we give it back to the rental agency.”
“Oh, is someone wet already?” I ask, wiggling my eyebrows.
“Yeah, wet from the humidity. Let’s go inside.”
I chuckle at that. Harper hasn’t lost an iota of her spiciness in the past two years. In fact, I think she’s bumped it up a notch. I love it. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love every single thing about her, even if she is shutting me down in the driveway of the villa where it all began.
We get out of the car and start walking towards the front door.
It really is déjà vu right now. All the anxious feelings and tension flood back over me.
This time the anxiety is from hoping she isn’t going to cockblock me all week, and the tension is because even after all these months, this girl still has the uncanny ability to make my dick hard simply by existing.
That little white summer dress she has on does not make it any easier to resist her.
Umm, that little white dress…a grin spreads across my face, and I grab her by the arm, yanking her back towards me.
“Hang on,” I say as her body crashes into mine.
“What?” she asks with apparent alarm on her face.
“If we are going to do this, I think we need to do it all the way,” I tell her.
“What are you talking–oh my God, Ash! Put me down!” Harper stops mid-sentence, shrieking as I toss her over my shoulder. Immediately, she starts kicking and squirming in my arms, giggling the whole time.
“There we go,” I say as I reach the doorway. “Just like old times.”
Once we are inside, I set her down and give her a kiss, but Harper just swats my chest. “You’re such an ass,” she says, and I laugh.
“Gosh,” she says, looking around the villa. “It’s hardly changed at all. Even the furniture is the same.”
“It is,” I say, running my hand across the edge of the couch before walking over to the glass doors to open up the room. The sweet, warm air comes in, and every nerve in my body relaxes with it.
“How’s the ocean?” She asks from behind me. “Does it still look the same?”
“Actually, it looks exactly the same,” I laugh. “It’s wild.”
“Well, the mini-bar is a little different this time,” she says, and I turn around to face her. “Check this out. We got a little gift from the locals.”
I walk over to Harper, and she hands me a bottle of rum with a note tied around the neck. The entire message is in Spanish, but luckily, Harper is great at translating.
“To our guests. Thank you for coming back. We follow the Gatsby Underground on social media, and as an exclusive rum distributor here in Costa Rica, we would be honored if you would represent us. Signed, Bahia Waves Rum Company.”
“No shit,” I say as I examine the bottle. “What do you say, baby? You think you can come up with something good with this stuff?”
“I’m sure I can think of something,” she says, opening the lower cabinet of the mini-bar. “They gave us plenty to experiment with.”
I look, and sure enough, they’ve left us nearly a dozen bottles. Then Harper giggles as she holds out the note again.
“PS: There’s more where this came from.”
“I’ll have to tell Jaylen,” I say, pulling my phone out to text him. “He’s going to freak.”
But before I can even pull up my text chain, Harper snags my phone from my hand and sets it on the counter behind her.
“Maybe later,” she says with a sultry smile. “Right now, I think we need to finish our tour of the villa. You know, check to be sure everything is just as we left it.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I grin and pull her to me for a kiss.
I can feel her body reacting against mine, and I let my hands travel from her lower back down to her ass.
Before I can slip them up under her little white dress, which, for the record, I know she wore on purpose, she pulls away, grabs my hand and guides me through the living room.
“You know,” I tell her as we make our way towards the open doors, “this time won’t be exactly like the last time we were here.”
“I certainly hope not,” she says over her shoulder. “Last time there was a lot of fighting, tension, heartache, and storm clouds I could do without.”
“Yes. But there was also a lot of fun, sun, good drinks, and sexy encounters too. Encounters we could relive and even…spice up this time,” I tell her.
“Oh, really?” she asks.
“Really.”
“What did you have in mind?” she asks.
“Well, there are a lot of places in this villa that we didn’t properly christen, if I remember correctly. Like this couch, for instance.”
I pull her towards me. Then I sit down on the couch and put her on my lap. “There are a lot of things we could do on this couch that we didn’t get to do before,” I say, holding her against me and going for a kiss. But before our lips touch, she pulls back.
“There are a lot of things we could do in a lot of places, but you’re just going to have to wait,” she says, and she hops off my lap, giving me no choice but to follow her.
This is what she does. She’s the queen of cat and mouse, and I’m always down to play. In the end, it’s a game I always win.
I follow her outside to the updated pool. There’s now a fountain streaming into it. There’s also a brand-new hot tub that wasn’t here before.
“This could be fun,” she says, slipping a sandal off and dipping her foot into the water. “A little hot for it right now, though.”
We walk over to the bedroom doors and push them open. It’s exactly the way it was before, with only a few new touches. The California King, down comforter, and about a hundred pillows are exactly the same.
“Glad to see my bed is still here, looking comfy as ever,” she says.
“I’m sorry, did you say your bed?” I ask, and she bites her lip.
“Yes. My bed.”
“What makes you think you can kick me out again?” I ask, walking towards her, forcing her to back up towards the bed.
“Well, let’s see,” she says with a grin. “If I remember right, rule number one at the villa is that I call the shots.”
I chuckle while shaking my head. “That was during our first stay at the villa. The rules have since changed.”
“Oh, have they now?” She asks, and I wait one second before picking her up and tossing her onto the bed.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, and she shrieks as I pounce on top of her.
My mouth covers hers, and we kiss deeply.
I nibble on her lips before my tongue urges her mouth to open further and finds her tongue.
Harper moans into my mouth, a sound that will never get old, no matter how many times I hear it.
My hands wander down her body, tugging at the straps of her dress to free her breasts from the soft material.
I hover over each one before softly kissing each nipple, teasing them with my tongue.
She gasps and I work my way down, tugging the dress off her body, kissing her ribs and navel.
I pause there, taking my time, kissing her belly, and feeling a connection of love that goes deeper than I’ve ever known.
While I pause, Harper turns the tables on me, as she often does.
In one swift motion, she slides out from under me and gets down on her knees in front of me.
While kissing me again, she pulls my t-shirt up over my head, disconnecting her mouth from mine only to slide the shirt off my head and toss it to the side.
Then she rakes her hands down my chest, smiling sinfully as she does.
Her hands press against my chest, pushing me backward until I’m standing in front of the bed.
Then she sits up on her knees and looks up at me through her eyelashes, tucks her fingers inside my shorts, and pulls them down enough to free me from them.
My cock stands in front of her, fully erect, and throbbing for her touch.
I nearly come undone as she wraps her hand around it, stroking it up and down from base to tip, once, then twice.
On the third stroke, she pulls it to her mouth, wrapping her lips around the head.
“Fuck me,” I let out as soon as I feel the hot, wet softness of her tongue pressing against me.
She teases me by swirling her tongue around the tip before suckling softly as she continues to stroke the shaft.
With each pump, her mouth plummets deeper, taking in more and more of me, until I can nearly feel the back of her throat.
Just when I think I might go over the edge, she pulls her mouth back and pumps her hand faster, sending a surge through my veins. She licks me again, then sucks on the tip again while stroking me harder and faster until…