EPILOGUE
ABIGAIL
Our friend circle was small, and our families smaller, allowing us to choose a wedding venue on a fancy boat for a sunset cruise on the Mystic River. Seneca, her dad, Reilly, Micah, her husband, and, of course, Mr. Brickner and his lovely wife. Elias”s parents sent their bland regrets via a message on a department store gift card. Sorry we can”t make it. Congratulations, and best always. My heart broke for him; he deserved so much more. He shrugged it off, annoyed.
”Hey, princess. Let”s go for a ride,” he said, and we hopped on the golf cart Reilly had gifted us for our wedding. He waggled his brows and pushed me against the refrigerator.
I put down the lemonade pitcher before spilling it on the finger sandwiches I prepared. ”Are we going to be long? The ”Ladies Who Lunch” want to see the gardens Seneca finished last week.”
He nuzzled my neck, growling, ”That depends on you, sweetheart.”
Uh! That man.
He spun me around, and that meant he was feeling very horny. He wrapped a blindfold around my eyes and pushed me toward the door. I may have read that wrong, and he was feeling kinky. Either way, he escorted me to my chariot and buckled me in.
I could smell flowers blooming in the late June sun, wet dirt, and Elias”s clean linen shirt. My insides twisted absorbing his scent. We weren”t on the cart long before he stopped and took my hand.
”Princess, stand here and don”t turn around.” He carefully positioned me and removed the blindfold, and I saw the biggest smile since he proposed.
”My darling Abigail, you are my sun, moon, and sky. These meadows are made for your sweet, thoughtful soul. If you say yes, I”d like to give you this gift as a wedding present to celebrate our lives together on your family”s land.”
For a guy who gets tongue-tied, he sure waxed poetic when given the chance.
I stood on my toes and gave him a sweet kiss that turned x-rated. I giggled and rocked to my heels, nodding my head. ”Yes. Gimme, gimme, gimme my gift!”
He spun me around, and my hands went to my mouth. I squealed into my hands so loud I almost broke my eardrum.
I spun back to him, tears leaking from my eyes. ”It”s a gazebo!”
He nodded.
”You built that—for me?” I looked so proud and happy when he showed me the gift he made from his hands.
”For you, princess. For us to get married before our reception on the river. What do you think?”
The gazebo was whitewashed with elegant spindles, which he said came from a reclaimed Victorian house somewhere along his travels. The roof was pitched low, and a rooster weathervane proudly sat on top. Amy would love that. How did he hide this from me? Probably because I handled a million things near the main house, and he built it in a meadow two football fields away near a stream that runs through our property. Yes, our property. That fight was a doozy, my fault. For posterity, it was a Farnsworth property.
”Think? I can”t think of anything more thoughtful or beautiful in my life! Thank you so much, Elias. You exceeded every expectation I ever had of you. I can”t wait to marry you.” I may have knocked him over when I jumped into his arms, but he handled it well.
He ran his hands over my back and threatened to lay me down in the tall grass and fuck the shit out of me. His words, not mine. ”Don”t forget all the good times we”ve had in a gazebo, little girl. Daddy loves playing with you out in the open.” Geezus, this man has game.
If you were wondering what happened to our friends after our proposal, I didn”t ask, nor did I care. The only thing that mattered was getting home and fucking the life out of Elias.
We burst through the front door half undressed, and Elias began making demands. ”Get us water, and get the hell up to our bedroom.” I didn”t question his thought process, and, if rolling around on the disgusting floors that weren”t finished was the only way to get in that man”s pants, I was on board.
Like Hercules, Elias pulled my mattress up the stairs from the living room and down the hall himself. He ran back down for the bedding, and I was naked when he returned.
”Fuck, woman, you read my mind.” We each grabbed two corners, snapped the fitted sheet into place, and ignored the rest of the linen. Elias locked our door and switched off the lights. The moon would be the only one watching us tonight, creating a romantic ambiance as it glowed through the paned windows.
He all but threw me onto my back as I bounced up the mattress. His growl turned my insides liquid when he unleashed his dirty talk, and I became unraveled.
”You made Daddy wait a long time for your pussy, little girl. You wanted those flowers more than you wanted my cock, and, now, you”re going to wish you”d let me have my way with you at the party.”
Oh, Daddy!” I called his name. “For God”s sake, they would have looked for me and found us doing unspeakable things in the hallway.”
He tapped his dick on my mound and corrected my way of thinking. ”I don”t give a shit who is calling you. When Daddy says it”s time to fuck, you”ll fuck me.” Good Lord, the things that man says.
His cock was purple and ready to burst when he slid it in without preparing me. It was a blessing his dirty talk had me wet and ready. ”Ah, Daddy, yes! That feels so good.” He filled me to the hilt and pumped until I told him I was ready to come.
”You don”t get to come until I tell you. Remember what happened last time?” For the record, it was me who said that, but I wouldn”t correct him. We were having too much fun.
”Yes, Daddy.” He pulled out as fast as he entered me and held his dick in his hand, stroking it slowly.
”You danced a lot tonight. Worked up quite an appetite, didn’t you, little girl? You must be hungry.” I moaned, knowing what would come next. He knew I loved to suck him, and tonight wasn”t any different.
He climbed my body, trapping my arms, and hovered over my tits, tempting me with his swollen shaft. My clit pulsed, and my heart raced. My life had never been so good.
”Stick out your tongue and take me back, sweetheart. Way back.”
He adjusted himself so I didn”t have to reach for the liquid pearl resting on his tip. He tasted salty and divine. Elias made the idea of deepthroating his cock a decadent, filthy treat I”d never considered before. His appreciation for my efforts was always rewarded.
”That”s my girl. Your mouth is so hot and wet and feels so good. Yes! Keep going.” His moans of pleasure transferred to my pussy, and the pain of not being able to touch myself was driving me mad. He knew exactly what he was doing and reached his arms back to rest on my thighs, pushing his cock deeper than I could take him on my own.
”Fuck! Yes. Christ, Abby, you”re incredible.” My gagging encouraged him to continue his gentle pumping. Elias didn’t forget about my pleasure and slid one hand down my leg to my pussy. I tried to scream, but my mouth was too full. He rubbed my clit, applying the perfect pressure, and I tried to scream again, only to have his cock slide deeper down my throat.
Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth, and breathing through my nose wasn”t enough. I took the biggest breath I could and gorged myself on his thick cock, and he came hard down my throat. He sat forward, pulling his cock from my mouth and allowing me to swallow. He moved himself down my body, releasing my arms, and folded forward, holding me tight.
”I can”t fucking believe how good you are to me. My soul left my body when I came, and I almost forgot you couldn”t breathe. I”m so sorry.” He stroked my sticky face and kissed me deeply. I cried, staring into his beautiful eyes, having pleased him so profoundly.
”It”s okay. I”m alive—truly alive, but know that I could have pinched you if I thought I would pass out.” If I remember, that is.
”You are so beautiful, smart, and brave. I can”t wait until we”re married.” His declaration filled my heart with joy, and I echoed his words.
He rolled off my body and jutted his chin toward the bathroom. A shower sounded terrific, especially if Elias washed my hair.
We didn”t emerge until noon the next day, and Reilly was nowhere to be found. Seneca strolled out into the kitchen like the cat who ate the canary.
”What?” she spat.
Elias got in her face and made an accusation. ”Where or what did you do with my friend?” She looked unaffected.
She made a face, turning her palms upward. ”How would I know? His mattress was empty when I woke up.”
Why did I feel there was more to this story?
I pressed on. ”Did you come home together last night?”
”No.”
I tried again. ”Did you see him before you went to sleep?”
”Yes.”
It was like pulling teeth. ”Then, what happened that he left without saying goodbye?”
Color rose from her chest, and she looked away bashfully. ”We—may have kissed.”
Elias jumped in, raging, ”You aren”t sure? How can you not be sure? I thought you hated him.” He stomped around the kitchen island, waving his hands in the air. ”The two of you act like children. Did you fuck?”
”Elias! Please don”t talk to my friend that way . . . Did you fuck him?” I spun around, turning my question into an accusation.
I think her teeth chattered. ”We were drunk,” she wailed.
Dear Lord, please let her tell me they used a condom.
I hugged my friend and whispered in her ear, ”Please tell me you wore a condom.” She cried into my shoulder, ”I don”t remember.”
Shit! Shit! Shit!
I pushed her hair back and reached for a tissue. ”You better hope your pH was off, or this little slip-up could last you a lifetime.”
Life was so much more relaxed after those damn floors were finished. Like any household project, it took two extra weeks to finish, but Reilly had left, and Seneca only spent half her time at my house and the other at Derrick”s. He was so sweet. When he offered to pull up the carpet on the grand staircase and restore the wood for free, I told him he had lifetime pool privileges once I got it open. He was more than satisfied with that arrangement.
It seemed Seneca experienced a few days to freak out about her colossal condom crisis. I”m not sure Reilly and Seneca could be in the same room after that, let alone a lifetime with a baby. They had better find a way to coexist at our wedding.
”Sen, I promised to pay for some gardening classes for you, but they cost a lot.” That was the laugh of the century. Do you have any idea what the monthly interest income is from twenty million dollars? I don”t do math, so let”s say it”s stupid money.
”Really? Money is the problem? If you don”t want me to help you, say so.” Seneca was always defensive and always combative.
I sat her down at the kitchen table to explain.
”Pick a state: Utah, Indiana, Texas, Pennsylvania, or Michigan.” Her face contorted.
”Fine. Pennsylvania,” she said belligerently, cracking open a soda.
I held her hands and looked into her dark brown eyes, ”Congratulations, you”re going to Delaware Valley University for horticulture school starting this August.” I smiled and squeezed her hands. ”Take a look at the program, and—if you hate it—pick another one, but you”re starting this August. By winter months, you”ll study, and by summer months, you”ll be my slave. Sound good?”
She jumped up and down with joy. ”Are you fucking kidding? You”d do that?”
I stood up and hugged her tightly, ”I”d do anything for you. You”ll do your abroad studies in Japan and learn about Zen gardens. The moment you”ve graduated, we”ll break ground on the third phase of your masterpiece.”
There was nothing left to say but leave her to her research schools while I drank a glass of wine, pouring through the papers Elias dumped into that brown bag a couple of weeks ago. The floors were done, and the rooms were restored with their respective furnishings with the added brawn Derrick provided. I”d finished reading Agatha”s journal and found several more volumes while putting all those books back on their shelves.
I was halfway through the bag when another similar letter appeared.
September 5th, 1958
Dear Mr. Bertram Langley:
Pursuant to your request, I have reread your petition for claiming lands originating under the Farnsworth Estate. Your situation of being married to a Farnsworth heir does not entitle you to any lands, structures, jewelry, etc., including any financial claim you feel you are owed under your marital rights. The law supersedes any discussion you and your spouse may have had, as well as decrees your deceased wife may or may not have made on her deathbed. They are considered hearsay unless she conveyed those intentions to me in writing.
Her bequest has been most generous, allowing you to keep your current home without forfeiture at any time now or in the future. The estimated cost of the house has been appraised at $87,500. The additional $20,000 cash to pay for any outstanding bills accrued while she was alive should more than cover your losses. The Estate will cover burial costs, as noted in my previous letter. Please submit those bills immediately so that you may be reimbursed promptly.
Regarding your children, they will have full access to your income and savings, including their childhood home, and you have control of how those proceeds will be divided before or after your passing.
I hope this letter answers your questions satisfactorily. Our business will be complete after we receive Amelia”s funeral receipts.
Best to you and your children.
Regards,
Anthony Brickner, Esq. 247-553-2200
Holy Moly! This story gets better and better.I grabbed my tablet and did some quick research, finding exactly what I was looking for.
”ELIAS!” I screamed.
He ran down the stairs, sounding like a herd of elephants.
”Damn it, Abigail. I thought you were done screaming like a banshee.” I liked how his nostrils flared like a bull when he was angry. I imagined steam rising from his ears like a cartoon, and it was hard to be afraid of him.
”Read this,” I shoved the paper into his sweaty hand, admiring his shoulders and that fucking sexy tattoo. I smiled the whole time while I waited for him to finish.
His eyes became sinister. ”Who is Langley?” he demanded.
”Do you remember Ellen Hutchinson”s reaction when we went to the tax assessor”s office? She is the daughter of that guy. That makes her a Langley, and God knows what he told his children about the Farnsworth Estate cheating him out of millions.”
He busted out laughing, ”Well, that explains a few people with an axe to grind.”
”That”s not all. Susan ”Someone” from the deed’s office is a Langley daughter, and Henry from the realtor”s office is the brother of Bertram Langley, who wrote this letter. It”s quite a family affair.”
He slapped his forehead, mind blown. ”I can”t get my head around all of this. All your answers were here this whole time, right under our noses.”
I slid my arms around my man”s sweaty waist, ”I guess it pays to clean out your old shit and appreciate what”s right in front of you.”
THE END ~ AGAIN!