Epilogue
EPILOGUE
MILO
Halloween
“Fuck me.”
Brenna looks up, her eyes meeting mine in the reflection of my bathroom mirror, my chest tightening as my lungs fight for the breath she stole. A wide, knowing smile spreads across her face, her features lighting up, her gaze still holding mine as she cocks a hip to the side, planting one hand there. My dick twitches, and it takes everything in me not to grab ahold of her and take her right here, right now.
“I plan to later,” she quips, winking at me. Fuuuuuck… “You like?”
I know she means her costume. If you can call the thigh highs she’s paired with a full body black corset a costume. She resembles Frank-N-Furter in a lab coat—only with better tits and much, much sexier—but that’s not what she was going for. I’m not sure what she was after, but my entire body is standing at attention .
“Maybe a little too much,” I tell her.
Slipping into the bathroom, I sidle up behind her, leaving just enough space between us to remove the lab coat. I press a kiss to the sweet spot where her neck and shoulder meet, and she shivers, mewling softly.
“Milo…”
“Hmmm?”
I continue to kiss along her shoulder, savoring the taste of her skin. Letting the coat drop to the floor, I run my hands along the outside of her legs, toying with the top hem of her stockings. The roughness of the lace compared to the softness of her skin under my fingertips steals my attention briefly, but Brenna brings me back to the moment, reaching down and grabbing my hand, trying to guide me where she wants me.
“Something you want, baby?”
“Don’t tease me, please.”
She leans forward over the vanity, pressing her glorious ass into my growing erection. I groan, the contact almost too much. She knows what she’s doing, and just for that, I’m going to draw this out even more.
“Why not? Pretty sure you’re wearing that outfit just to tease me,” I return, whispering directly in her ear.
I nip at the shell, dipping my hand between her legs. Thanks to her corset, I can’t get to what I want though. At least not like this.
Stepping back, I spin her around. Brenna gasps, eyes growing wide. Her surprise quickly turns to amusement though, a giggle bubbling up and bursting into the air. My heart squeezes, and I fall a little more in love with her, something that shouldn’t be possible. I’m already completely ass over teakettle in love with this woman.
Yet, here we are .
I kiss her, taking her lips in mine, not waiting a second longer. I’m sure she’ll have some objection about messing up her makeup, but I don’t give a damn. Hell, that’s a badge I’ll wear with honor.
“You know, Bren, the only thing sweeter than your kisses is your pussy,” I tell her, nipping at her jaw. “But you’re currently all trussed up like a Christmas turkey…”
“Hmmmm, then maybe we save that for later,” she says. Reaching in between us, she palms my cock, and my hips buck, lust surging through me. Fuck, she is a drug. “Maybe we need to see how my lipstick looks on your dick…”
I don’t even know what to call the sound that comes out of me at her statement. It’s somewhere between a growl and a moan. Either way, it’s pure lust. Pure need.
Brenna drops to her knees, making quick work of snapping open the fly of my jeans. My unoriginality of a Ghostface mask paired with everyday clothes as a costume is coming in very handy at the moment. This was not why I came in here, but it’s a road I’m not going to complain about.
Cool air surrounds me as Brenna frees my cock. I close my eyes, soaking in the pleasure as she runs her palm teasingly over me, the anticipation of her mouth on me flooding my veins.
“Hey, Willa just—oh, for fuck’s sake!” Brandt screams.
Fuck!
Brenna and I separate, moving faster than Superman’s speeding bullet to opposite ends of the bathroom. I turn away from my best friend, tucking my quickly deflating self back into my pants.
What happens behind a locked bathroom door stays there, right?
Wrong.
Not that we locked the bathroom door this time. Hell, I didn’t even close it behind me. Mostly because we weren’t in that bathroom.
Two weeks in, we discovered our loft was kind of small.For two single guys who had lived together for twenty years, both of whom were barely home, it wasn’t the kind of thing you noticed. However, when you add in a live-in girlfriend, who also happens to be a little sister—or a little sister who is also a live-in girlfriend, depending on which one of us was looking at it—the place was getting a bit cramped.
And that locked bathroom door? Not quite the solution we’d thought it would be.
Much like right now.
“Brandt!” Brenna scolds.
“And here I thought I was done with this when you two moved out,” he mutters, shaking his head.
“Are you incapable of knocking?”
“Thought you two would be able to keep your hands off each other long enough that I wouldn’t have to. At least prior to your own housewarming party.”
Man has a point. To be fair, devouring each other wasn’t my intention when I walked into the bathroom. It had been to ask her if she was ready, since guests would be arriving any minute. And then I found her looking like sex walking. Pretty sure if she wasn’t his sister, Brandt would understand.
“Willa what?” I ask, trying to change the subject to something less awkward.
“Just got here.”
“Right.”
Clearing my throat, I nod, heading for the door. I give Brenna a wink, and she giggles, which earns the both of us an eye roll from my best friend. He makes some comment to Brenna about fixing her lipstick that I don’t fully hear, but I don’t need to in order to know it’s a brotherly jab and that in return she issued him a single finger salute .
“Wills, Nash,” I greet, walking into the living room of our new home. I laugh, taking in their Barbie and Ken costumes. Only Willa. Although the fact that Nash went along with it tells me a lot.
“Hi! The place looks perfect!”
I laugh. Because what other response is there? Especially when she’s right.
The small, two-bedroom cottage is modest at best, but is perfect as our first place. Close to the center of town, it’s well within walking distance to both Southern Brothers and Hickory Hills Drugs if we want. Gives us our space, while allowing Brandt to remain close to the brewery in the loft, and to have the bachelor pad all to himself.
“Came together decently,” I reply. “Nice of y’all to pair off and leave Sylvie’s house vacant for us.”
“You’re welcome.” Willa beams proudly, as if that had been her plan all along.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was.
“Milo!” Kenzie bursts through the door, excitement radiating off her. Dustin is a few steps behind her, his pace a lot more relaxed, both of them dressed as if they belong in an old western.
“Kenzie!”
She stops in front of me, sucking in a deep breath. “Glad the door was open; my keys are buried in my purse.”
“You have keys?”
“We all do.”
I look over at my sister. She nods, as if the answer should be obvious. From behind her, Nash is nodding as well, and that’s when it hits me. They all have keys to each other’s places, and this house is owned by Sylvie, and then was rented by Bronwyn.
Alrighty…changing the locks first thing tomorrow…
“Anyway,” Kenzie continues. “I thought of the most brilliant idea. We need to have a silent book club at Pour Decisions.”
“A what?”
“A silent book club. It’s this great new thing. People come, we chat for a couple of minutes, and then we all read our own books, by ourselves. So we could do that at Pour Decisions, while drinking beer. We could call it Taps and Tropes!”
“Ummmm,” I look around, trying to find a way out of this conversation. We just got Drafts and Dig In up and running, and I’m not sure we need to add another thing to the calendar. I also don’t want to be the one who tells Kenzie Wilder no. “This sounds like a Brandt conversation!”
I grab my best friend as he walks by, roping him in. Raising his eyebrows, Brandt silently asks me what the hell he’s being sucked into. I don’t bother to explain, nodding swiftly and ducking out. Kenzie doesn’t waste any time though, launching into an even more detailed pitch than she gave me.
The party continues, more and more people piling into the tiny cottage. Drinks flow, food gets gobbled up, and laughter rings out. All our friends and family are here, and it’s the perfect way to break in our new house.
“Pssst,” Brenna says, nudging me with her shoulder as we stand next to the keg out on the back porch. “Is Gus here with who I think?”
I shake my head, more than a little lost. “Who?”
“That redhead from Pour Decisions a couple of weeks ago. The new girl at Hayes.”
I narrow my eyes at Brenna, smiling at her. She’s so cute it’s not funny. Stepping into her, I wrap an arm around her, pulling her close. I feel her breath catch, making my pulse jump. I love that I still have this effect on her, and I hope that never changes .
“Just how do we know this, Brenna Rawlins?” I tease.
“Because I was at the bar that night!” She gives me a playful shove, but it only makes me hold on tighter.
“I dunno. I think someone’s up on her town gossip.”
“Not even close. If I were, I’d remember her name. And have all her personal information. Plus have run a background check.”
I cackle, tossing my head back.
“Fair point.”
Pressing her lips to mine, Brenna sighs, relaxing into me. “Would it be rude to kick everyone out? That way we could get back to what was so rudely interrupted?”
“Yes,” I tell her, punctuating the word with a kiss. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t sneak away for a moment to ourselves.”
I waggle my eyebrows, letting her take that however she wants.
“I like that idea. Almost as much as I like you.”
“Like me? You only like me?” I tickle her sides. Brenna squeals, which makes some heads turn our way, but they turn back just as quick.
“No, Milo. I love you. I love you to the moon and back.”
“I love you too, Brenna. Now let me go show you just how much.”
Milo takes Brenna on her first, last, and only second date. But what about forever?