Epilogue
Isla
Six months later
I sipped my morning coffee and smiled as I leaned back against my fiancée, Arden, my eyes closing halfway.
I loved our lazy weekend mornings together, just him and me, and no schedule.
We could lie in bed all day if we wanted, or walk through the woods.
Binge TV shows and eat too much junk food or have nonstop sex, all without a schedule.
During the week, we only got the evenings together. But we made it work.
Arden kissed the top of my head. His hands tightened around my waist, his fingers playing with the ties on my robe. His hard dick pressed against my ass, and the coil of desire tightened in my stomach. “What did you have in mind for today, babe?”
I pushed my ass back into him, my body buzzing. “I haven’t decided yet. Do you have any ideas?”
He buried his face in my hair. “Oh, I’m sure I can think of a few things…”
After our weekend together, I never left Lovesbury. Well, at least, not without Arden. He flew back to Vermont with me to move me out of my apartment and ship my possessions to Montana. There was no way I was leaving him.
My best friend, Merry, cried when I told her, but she was happy for me, and we spent a girl’s day together before I left. Maybe we’ll find someone for her to date, and she can move here, and we can be pregnant together. Okay, I’m getting ahead of myself.
After many goodbyes, I was now a permanent resident of Lovesbury.
We fell into an easy routine, like I had a feeling we would. We meshed like peanut butter and jelly, our connection strong.
For him, I’d do anything.
And when he proposed to me, at our spot in the woods, overlooking the mountains, during a sunset, I screamed yes, a million times over. I wanted him forever.
His fingers untied my robe, and his hands slipped inside. “Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re naked,” he whispered, inhaling sharply. His hands roamed over my body, over my breasts, squeezing and rubbing them, before moving between my legs.
I spun around, unable to take it anymore. Leaving my coffee mug on the table, I took him by the hand and led him upstairs.
Inside our bedroom, he walked ahead and sat down on the bed, pulling me in front of him. I let my robe fall off my shoulders and down to the ground, pooling at my feet.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded from where he sat on the bed in front of me, his voice husky and low.
My stomach twisted and turned, and all of my nerve endings burned as if he had set them on fire.
“Right here? In front of you?” I gasped, and my sexy man chuckled.
He kissed my belly once more. “Yes. Here.” His large, rough fingers grabbed at my panties and pulled them down. I stepped out of them slowly, my body exposed to him, his stare intense.
Arden took one of my hands and lifted it to his face. He took my pointer finger and middle finger into his mouth and sucked hard, wetting the skin.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded again, and this time, I didn’t hesitate.
I slipped two fingers inside my pussy, circling over my clit as I slowly spread my legs apart. Arden gasped, a sexy moan coming from deep inside his throat.
While I touched myself, I moved my hips, my other hand cupping and squeezing my breasts.
“Fuck!” Arden yelled before jumping to his feet, pulling off his boxers, and tossing me onto the bed. I laughed. It was fun driving him wild.
“You sexy little minx,” Arden said and pushed himself between my legs. He kissed me deeply, passionately, as he drove his cock deep inside, not stopping until his balls hit my clit.
We fucked each other until we came apart together. Again, and again. Another Saturday spent in bed, exploring each other’s bodies.
I was hopelessly in love with him.
Who knew a six-hundred-and-fifty-dollar bid would win me the man of my dreams?
THE END
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