Epilogue
I didn’t thinkI would get another night on Steele Ranch. In the house that I never thought would ever feel like home to me, but now I know will always hold that meaning. It feels like I never left, the random collection of furniture the furthest things from what lies inside my expensive penthouse collecting dust and all the better for it. Poppy’s perfume is strong throughout the entire place, and it’s the greatest welcome back I could have asked for.
Her stuff is still strewn all over the place. Shoes scattered along the entryway and on the wire rack, a throw pillow from her place on the couch, and a denim jacket hanging over the back of the couch. It’s not messy, but it’s as though she made herself at home. The house looks lived-in.
“You’ve stayed here, haven’t you?” I ask, casting her a soft look.
She tucks her teeth into her lip and nods a single time, almost like she’s uncomfortable with me knowing about her living arrangements for the past two weeks.
“Good. I like the thought of you being here. It’s safer than your place,” I say.
“Are you making a dig at my house, Mr. Black Card?”
“Oh, it’s Mr. Black Card again, is it? Alright.”
Her eyes come alive with that mischievous glimmer I love so much. “Shall I bring back Sir Douchealot while I’m at it?”
I drop a hand to my belt and yank my shirt from where it’s tucked into my pants. She watches my movements, lips parting. Having her look at me like that does things to me that no woman has ever done before her. Like make me consider falling to my knees before her. Something I’ve done multiple times only for her.
“You’re pushing me, Poppy. Have you forgotten that I’ve spent two weeks away from you? I’m one smartass comment away from tipping over the edge into feral territory,” I warn.
She flashes me her teeth. “Lucky for me, I love you a little feral.”
“Get in the bedroom. Now.”
Popping a hip, she cocks her head at me and smirks. “Or what?”
“Or,” I say, beginning to unbutton my shirt, “you’re going to miss out on what I’ve planned for our first night together again. You’ll spend the night with your face in a pillow and your flaming red ass in the air instead.”
Desire swells her pupils, filling her eyes with black. “I need to shower. I went for a run this morning.”
“Then get in the shower, honey. But you’re not going alone.”
With a squeak, she spins and takes off down the hall. I laugh so loud it fills the house as I follow her, shedding my shirt and leaving it on the floor beside the tank top she’s thrown off. My slacks join her leggings, and my socks fall beside hers.
By the time I reach the bathroom, the shower is already on, steam starting to fill the room. I’m painfully hard as I pull open the glass door and step in behind her.
She’s beautifully naked beneath the water, a sudsy loofah in her hands and her hair dark and wet down her back. I’m ravenous for her, and when I steal the loofah from her hands and press it between her big tits, I can hardly contain a groan.
Chin tipped back and eyes on me, she sucks in greedy breaths and keeps her hands at her sides. The prettiest flush covers her chest, over the freckles that have only gotten darker in the summer sun. Her nipples are hard and pointed with those damn silver bars between them that I’ve missed flicking with my tongue.
“I’ve dreamed of you every night that I’ve been gone,” I admit, moving the loofah down her belly and beneath both breasts.
“What did you dream about?” she asks on a breath.
“This.” I avoid her nipples again, bringing the loofah up to her shoulders, massaging the soap into each one before bringing it beneath her arms. “Holding you again. Riding the horses together. Taking you to all of my favourite places and watching you fall in love with them.”
“Those sound like nice dreams.”
“They were. But they don’t compare to the real thing. Not even fucking close.”
She arches her chest, and I’m too weak to deny her right now. Avoiding using the loofah over her nipples, I rub my palm over it to grab some soap and bring it over her breast, squeezing and massaging the heavy weight. My mouth waters as my cock throbs, begging for relief. I ignore it, too enamoured with touching her again to bother with myself.
“Garrison,” she whines, reaching back to place a hand to the shower wall. “I need you inside me. We can get reacquainted later.”
I shake my head. “I’ll make you come, sweet girl. I promise. Just let me touch you.”
Dragging the loofah down over her pelvic bone, I rub the soap onto her thighs and then move back to her back before lowering myself to my knees. The tile is hard beneath me, but it’s hard to focus on that when my mouth is directly in front of Poppy’s pussy.
“Lean against the wall, honey. I’m fucking desperate to taste you,” I order, dropping the loofah and cupping the inside of her knee.
She does as I say, clearly not as dead set on getting fucked as she thought she was. My plans for tonight are going to push me so far out of my comfort zone I don’t know how I’ll handle it, and I need this first. Need to have her cunt on my tongue.
The water is loud around us, but our breaths are louder, both of us panting with a mix of excitement and adoration for one another. It’s intoxicating.
I take her knee in my hand and pull it over my shoulder, creating space between her thighs for me. With a firm touch, I run my finger over her slit, testing how wet she is for me already. I moan, leaning forward to run my tongue over the line I drew.
“Fuck yes,” I rasp, repeating the motion once more before reaching up to spread her lips. “You’ve got such a pretty cunt, Poppy. So pink and swollen for me. Dripping wet.”
She sighs, dropping her other hand to my hair and tucking the wet pieces behind my ear.
Her clit stands proud, waiting. I lash it with my tongue and then suck it into my mouth for a second before pulling back, licking the full length of her again.
My eyes nearly cross when I slide a finger into her slick opening. I groan and stretch her around the single digit before adding a second and gliding them in and out.
“Faster,” she huffs, grinding her pussy into my face.
I add a third finger despite the way her walls squeeze me, putting up a bit of resistance before it slides deep. She cries out at the fullness, and I grin while flicking my tongue over her clit.
Curling my fingers after every thrust, I brush the soft spot inside of her and apply suction to her clit, my teeth brushing over it every few seconds. I alternate my movements the way she loves until she’s thrashing, her nails scratching my scalp to the point of pain. It doesn’t turn me off. It drives me to go faster, harder. To make her see fucking stars.
I moan against her pussy, and she jerks, my fingers being squeezed so damn tight as she comes. Licking her through her climax, I slow my thrusts but don’t pull them out until they’re slick with her cum.
Only when she’s gone lax beneath the water do I pull my fingers free and immediately suck them into my mouth. Aftershocks have her releasing whimpers as I stand and take her mouth in a brutal, claiming kiss. My cock presses into her belly, and I’m too weak to avoid grinding into the softness, driven by my brutal desire.
She responds instantly, her tongue prying my lips open and plunging deep inside my mouth, toying with mine. I slam a hand to the tile behind her and let the water drip down my face and pool between our chests.
“Fuck me,” she begs against my lips. “Fuck me hard.”
“Fuck me instead, Poppy. I want you to fuck me,” I groan before biting at her lips and tugging one into my mouth, sucking on it until I taste blood.
She doesn’t ask if I’m sure. I wouldn’t have said anything if I wasn’t. Instead, she reaches behind her to turn the water off and shoves me out. We stumble out of the bathroom, dripping water onto the floor and then onto the made bed when she pushes at my chest and sends me falling backward onto it.
A fucking goddess stares down at me as I stay reclined on the bed, my knees hanging off the edge, feet flat to the floor. Glistening with water, Poppy steps up to my knees and grips my thighs, bending over my lap.
“I’ll fuck you, Garrison, but you’re going to fuck me first. This cock—” She grips it in a hot, tight fist and brings it to her mouth, circling the wet tip with her tongue. “Is going to be inside of me before I put one inside of you. Is that clear?”
I nod, gritting my teeth to keep from thrusting into her mouth. “Yeah, baby. Crystal fucking clear. Now, take this cock inside your pretty pussy. Please.”
She climbs over my lap, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of me. The heat from her cunt basks over my cock, and I spit a curse as she sets her hands on either side of my head and lowers her chest to my face.
“Suck,” she demands, cupping one breast and bringing it to my lips. “Now.”
My mind goes blank. The only thing I know is that I’m in paradise. I open my lips and eagerly lap at the nipple she pushes inside my mouth. Sucking it deep, I pay attention to the metal ring and flick it with my tongue before she pushes the opposite breast into my mouth. My eyes roll back, her pants of pleasure forcing me to grip the comforter in an attempt to keep myself in check.
I’m unprepared for the tight warmth that envelops my cock a beat later. Taking me down to the base, she fucks me slowly, each forward glide making me whine against her tit, demanding more. My balls are wet, soaked with her arousal as I let her use me for her pleasure. For both of ours.
“Love your cock, baby. So big. So mine,” she mumbles, the words shuddered, climbing in pitch.
“Yours. I’m yours,” I say against the wet skin in my mouth.
She stops grinding and straightens, my mouth suddenly empty. I blink to get my eyes to focus, and then she’s pulling off my cock, a sudden coldness making me groan in protest.
“Tell me if you changed your mind. Because if you don’t, I’m going to make love to you, Garrison,” she says, now standing beside the dresser, the toy I got her in her fist.
My dick jerks, precum leaking over my stomach. It’s an answer in and of itself, but I know she wants verbal confirmation. My chest swells, growing so damn hot I worry I’ll burst into flames.
“I haven’t changed my mind. I trust you. I want this with you,” I tell her, using my elbows to push myself up the bed so our eyes can meet properly.
Her smile is soft and sweet. It’s the last glance of her I get before I’m pushing myself up the bed, toward the headboard. Last time she touched my ass, I had my back to her. This time, I want to look in her eyes while she takes me.
“I’ll take care of you,” she promises, walking back to the bed with the toy and a bottle of lube. “Tell me to stop whenever you want me to.”
“I will, baby.”
She nods, the action more for herself than me, I think, and then works on working the first part of the toy inside of her. There’s a remote that goes with it that turns on the vibrations, and she extends it to me.
The insertable part of the toy is curved to hit her G-spot, and when she doesn’t smear any lube over it before pushing it inside of her pussy, I leak more against my stomach. I can’t look away from her as she tucks it inside her perfect cunt and gulps, pleasure morphing her expression into something I’d spend every penny in my bank account to see repeatedly.
I stay silent and wait for her to crawl onto the bed, the dildo between her legs swaying. I’m not afraid for her to take me this way. I’d never have considered doing this months ago, not until I met her, and I know that means something all on its own.
The cap of the lube pops, and then she’s smearing a thick gob over her fingers and dripping it down my ass. I flinch, but not in pain. It’s cold, and I’m excited. So fucking excited.
“It’s been weeks since you’ve had anything inside. I’m going to try and stretch you enough first,” she says.
I nod jerkily, and then she’s slowly pushing my knee up toward my chest as I do the same with the other. It’s the most exposed I’ve been, even while she was putting a plug in my ass or fucking me with her fingers. It’s a new type of exposure, like I’ve ripped down any and all barriers that had been left up between us.
Her eyes zero in on my ass before she’s smoothing the lube over the hole. I keep waiting for my body to tense up on its own, but it doesn’t. And when she glides a finger inside me with little resistance, I moan, handing myself over to the sensations.
Working a second finger in, it’s her turn to whimper, eyes so dark with lust I can’t help but take my cock in my hand. I stroke myself, finding my shaft wet with precum. Each glide of my fist, along with the thrust of her fingers in my ass, drives me further out of mind. It’s pleasure like I’ve never known. My mind begins to slip as I let my eyes fall shut and focus on that pleasure.
“I’m going to add a third finger. Keep stroking that fat cock for me, but don’t come yet,” she orders, her thoughts not lost to her like mine are. Not yet, anyway.
I moan, relaxing further so she can push another finger inside my ass without struggle. The remote in my fingers is light, and I click it once she buries three fingers inside of me and presses a spot that?—
“Oh shit,” she rasps, her head tipping forward.
“Poppy!” I spit out, nearly coming already.
“That’s good?” She presses the spot again, and I hiss a breath, fighting the desire to kick my feet out.
“Yes. Yes, it’s so good. I need more, honey. I need it all,” I whine.
An orgasm is already dangling over me, every quick stroke on my cock soaking my fist.
The only warning I get before she enters me is a smooth, wet press of the dildo at my entrance. It waits there, my hole so damn empty I’m ready to beg.
“Do it, Poppy. Fuck me,” I growl, my patience gone.
Her grin is filthy. I choke on my own tongue when she pushes forward, and the slick dildo slides inside, stretching and stretching and fucking stretching. The sharp bite of pain is there for a heartbeat before it’s gone, replaced with a pleasure that rivals any I’ve ever felt in my entire fucking life, only coming close to the feel of Poppy’s tight cunt suffocating my cock.
My eyes are wide, holding her soothing stare as she works every inch of the silicone dildo into my ass one short thrust at a time. By the time she gets nearly the full way, I’m half-conscious, drifting in a land of pleasure with only Poppy as a tether to reality.
She whimpers and grinds against the part of the toy that brushes her clit and shakes, her moves becoming uneven, jerked. I slap a hand to her arm and nod. I’m on the precipice of an orgasm, and I want her to come with me.
“Together,” I whisper.
Her lashes are wet when she nods, then throws her head back and cries out for me. I let my jaw drop open and grip myself hard as I come, thick gobs of it decorating my stomach. The absence of the dildo is immediate once she retreats and pulls the toy out of herself before tossing it on the bed. I extend my legs, and she’s quick to move up my body, ignoring the cum that smears between us as she does so.
I hold her face and push her hair out of my way so I can kiss her, long and slow. The passion from moments prior lingers as we take our time, trying to catch our breath. Poppy traces my jaw with a ghost of a touch and sighs against my lips, the sound one of pure happiness.
“We need another shower,” she whispers.
“In a minute. I’m content just holding you.”
“Mm, I like that. I’ve missed having you hold me.”
I palm her back and dip my fingers over the top of her ass. “I plan on holding you every night from now on.”
“Every night is a big commitment. What if we have a fight and I kick you onto the couch?”
“I’ll just creep back in once you’re asleep.”
“And if you have to go somewhere on business? You are quite successful, or have you forgotten?” she teases, tapping a nail to my shoulder.
“Well, you’ll be with me, or I’ll be coming home that same night.” I rub my nose along hers. “I’m serious. No more nights apart.”
She wets her lips and falls from my chest to her side, an elbow digging into the mattress to keep herself steadied. Her stare is heavy with disbelief, yet the smile on her lips is serene.
“You don’t believe me?” I ask her.
“I do. I do, and I think that makes me think this is too good to be true. You just told me you’ve picked your life up and moved it for me. How many women can say their man did that for them?”
“It doesn’t matter. You’re the only one that matters to me. And I was serious about it. I’m here to stay.”
“Have you found somewhere to live yet?”
“I’ve got a rental booked for the next couple of months while things settle, but I was hoping that you’d want to help pick something a bit more permanent out,” I admit, my cheeks warm.
Her surprise is obvious. “Really? Like, for just you, or?”
I roll over, hovering above her and caging her beneath my body. “For both of us. I told you I wanted to start over as a family.”
“You want me to move in officially? To a house we pick together?”
“Yeah, honey. That’s exactly what I want.”
Her eyes turn glossy, but I’m shaking my head and leaning down to kiss her before the tears have a chance to fall.
“If that’s what you want as well. I was thinking we could spend the weekends here. We’d have to talk to Eliza and Wade, but?—”
“Yes. Yes! I’d love that. All of it,” she cuts me off, the biggest grin I’ve ever seen parting her swollen, pink lips. “They’ll say yes. I know it.”
I laugh, my heart soaring, the ice around it long since thawed.
Winding up in Cherry Peak was the best thing that could have happened to me, and I will come back here as often as I can if not only because I’ve grown to love it, but because it will always be the place I met Poppy.
My forever woman.