Epilogue
COLE
One month later
“Yep, I don’t care what anyone says, this has upgraded the entire cabin. The drive out here is officially worth it now,” Gage announced, stepping down into the swirling bubbles of the hot tub sitting on my deck.
A hot tub. Sure, the side deck was the perfect location for it, but I’d resisted putting one in for years.
“You know that’s exactly why he didn’t want to get one, right? Because then you’d be coming around too damn much,” Kenna announced, appearing around the side of the house. She was wearing a bikini, and suddenly Gage was awfully quiet. Mr. Motormouth, speechless; I’d never thought I’d see the day.
“Cat got your tongue?” Issy murmured, sitting down between me and Gage.
I shared a smirk with her as Gage flushed.
“Yeah, right.” He took a slug of beer.
Issy, clearly enjoying being the one in the position to talk shit for once, raised her voice.
“You are red as a tomato, you feeling ok?”
Kenna stepped down into the water and glanced over at Gage.
He turned a scowl in our direction.
Issy laughed and drifted into my side.
“Hey, just think of it as karma,” I told him. He’d spent years teasing everyone else. It was rare to see him squirm.
“Are you feeling ok? Or do you need to be dropped in the sea?” a low, growling voice called across the tub.
Maddox sat with an unimpressed expression, watching his friend squirm.
Kenna made her way to her brother’s side, looking comically tiny next to him. She sank into the bubbles and shot a smug look at Gage.
“I think he needs to be dropped in,” she said. Her eyes locked with Gage’s.
“Fuck you, Brooks,” Gage called to her.
“You wish, buddy,” she replied sweetly.
Isabelle leaned into me, and her hand landed on my thigh.
I looked down at her. “You want to get out now?”
She shook her head. “No. Never. It’s perfect here.
” She leaned back and looked up at the sky.
It was fully dark, but the moon was full and shining down on us.
Marcus was grilling around the side of the house with his friends, and Ari was playing the guitar.
Issy’s article had come out and caused a ruckus.
She was in talks with a publisher now, looking to expand the story.
Her father had moved to his penthouse in New York. Her parents were officially separated, and her father was in no hurry for a divorce. Given how he’d started his business with Issy’s mother’s money and signed a pretty stingy prenup, that made sense.
“Then we’ll stay here,” I murmured to my little sneak. Her hand was still on my leg, and the back of it brushed against my cock, half hard from her proximity, but put off by the presence of unwanted observers.
She bit her lip and her hand wandered over me again. I narrowed my eyes at her.
‘What are you up to, Goldilocks?”
“Nothing!” she exclaimed. “Why? Is there a problem?” She was the picture of innocence, teasing me when I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
Isabelle seemed to find my possessiveness absolutely adorable.
She loved to tease me about being an old grump, or a prude, because I didn’t like anyone to see us so much as kiss in The Clutch, or anywhere else.
She didn’t understand how she looked when she swayed into me, or the pretty pink tint on her cheeks just after.
I didn’t want to share that with anyone. Call me old-fashioned. Same as how I never went shirtless in the auto shop anymore.
Every single part of me was reserved for her. It was the very least I could do to show Issy how much I loved and respected her.
She seemed to find teasing me endlessly entertaining, however.
“These people won’t be here forever, sweetheart. Then you’ll answer for your crimes,” I murmured in her ear, and she just laughed.
“I should hope so, Grandpa Bear. That’s half the fun, don’t you know?” With a cheeky smile that nearly gave me a heart attack, she got up, her body shining in the moonlight, wet and delectable, and moved past me to climb out of the tub.
Lily had appeared and beckoned her. I could only watch her disappear around the side of the house.
So, I was Grandpa Bear now?
She was going to pay for that, and I couldn’t fucking wait.
When the last party straggler left, I waved them off before heading back to the deck. Isabelle was lying on a sofa beside the firepit, all wrapped up in a huge sherpa blanket. The fire was still high, and the area was toasty warm.
First, I pulled the blanket open, and stared down at my old lady.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
The little triangle bikini top was absolutely scandalous. Seeing her wear it around company was an exercise in self-restraint, but I’d never impose the rules I had for myself on her. My Goldilocks could do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.
I tugged on the string of her top and it fell away easily. It slipped off, and I waited to see if the damp fabric moving would wake her, but it didn’t seem to.
Her nipples contracted when I licked them, her chest arching into me, even in her drowsy state.
“Mmm, that feels good. Am I dreaming?” she whispered in my ear.
“Yes, you’re dreaming, so just relax,” I told her, and untied her bikini bottoms.
I pulled it out of the way and spent a few seconds drying her damp skin with the blanket, then pressed her legs apart. Her cunt tasted like chlorine, and that indescribable essence that was just her. The most addictive taste I’d ever encountered.
I worked my tongue down her slit and slipped inside her, before moving up to her clit. Her thighs fell farther apart, allowing me access to every single part of her.
I wet my finger in her juices and slid it inside her. She was unbearably tight. Impossibly so. I worked her until she was writhing on the sofa, the blanket forgotten, her skin flushed and pink. I pushed her right to the edge, and her fingers sank into my short hair and pulled.
“Wait, I don’t want to come without you inside me,” she panted.
Fuck me. This woman would be the end of me, and I’d have no regrets.
“Your wish is my command, Goldilocks. Get up for me,” I told her, pushing my jeans down.
She stood up and held onto my arms. The firepit behind her outlined her silhouette in burning gold. Her hair glowed with it.
“Turn around for me and pretend to be a good girl,” I instructed her. She stuck her tongue out at me but complied. I guided her to a chair just beside us, something with a soft cushioned seat and a high wooden back.
“Kneel right there, baby, and bend over and hold on tight,” I murmured, positioning her. She held onto the back, and I pressed her legs together so her ass rose higher into the air.
“There you go, little sneak. How perfect you look with your cunt dripping for me. All mine,” I murmured, lining myself up behind her and squeezing her ass cheeks.
I pulled her cheeks apart, and stared down at her. Slit, clit, and asshole. All perfectly offered up to me.
I sank a finger inside her to wet it, and then moved it to her ass.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice sweet and excited.
She twisted to look at me over her shoulder.
“Playing with my little Goldilocks. Looking for just the right fit,” I said with a smirk, and gently pressed into her.
She tensed, her ass tightening around my finger and threatening to cut off my circulation.
I wriggled it just inside her, and she let out a startled gasp. She pushed back against my hand.
“You like that?” I asked her. She didn’t answer, but when I pulled my finger away, about to remove it, she pressed back and kept me inside her.
I chuckled, turned on beyond belief. “It’s ok, baby, you don’t have to tell me you like it. I can see it. I’ll give you everything you like, you don’t need to ask.”
I pressed my finger deeper, and she moaned. I fucked her with my finger for a while, and then gently withdrew and replaced it with my thumb. I sank my thumb as deep as I could as her ass begged for me, and I lined my cock up with my free hand.
Her cunt was slippery and needy, clenching tightly around me as I entered her.
I hissed out a breath when my cock was as deep as it would go, my thumb still sunk in her ass.
I gripped her hip and made sure she was still bent just right, then began to fuck her. I used my cock and my hand in alternating thrusts, making sure a part of me filled her at all times.
She was moaning more than ever. She really liked being filled in her ass and her cunt at the same time. We’d definitely explore this further. I’d bet there were all sorts of toys I could employ to make her scream.
“Cole—I can’t, it’s too good! I can’t!” she chanted as I fucked her harder. She was so wet, her juices were running down her thighs. She met every thrust by pushing herself back into it. She was amazing.
Amazing, and all mine.
Forever.
“You can baby, and you will… I want to hear you scream for me.”
And she did.