Epilogue
JESSICA
SIX MONTHS LATER
“Holy fuck.”
Kane’s on his knees as he devours my pussy. Everyone in Kane’s family and all of my siblings are out in the sprawling backyard as he sucks hard on my clit before I can even come down from the first orgasm I had not two minutes ago.
Fuck me.
Kane is insatiable. I won’t be able to stand up straight after this. My legs are already jelly.
“Make a fucking mess of my face, baby. Come all over my tongue.”
Each time I grind my throbbing pussy against his mouth, he plunges his tongue inside me and gazes up at me with those wild eyes. His skilled mouth brings me to the brink of another orgasm over and over again, but each time, he stops to bite my thigh.
The sound of music and conversation filters through the windows. The others will come looking for us soon, and I don’t think Kane locked the door.
My brother tolerates him. Over the past six months, they’ve built mutual respect, but all that could end instantly if he caught Kane with his mouth between my thighs.
“You taste so fucking good, little thief,” Kane praises, then thrusts two fingers inside me and pumps hard and fast. The moment he curls them to hit that magic spot and laps at my clit, I completely lose it.
A second violent orgasm rips through me before I can clamp a hand over my mouth, and I pull on his hair while riding his face desperately. I hit the jackpot with Kane. Not only was he gifted with the most beautiful long, thick cock. He’s also crazily good with his mouth, and loves to eat me out.
After my orgasm recedes, he wipes his wet mouth and chin and removes a small velvet box from his pocket.
My hands shoot up to my mouth as my eyes widen. Kane has been talking about putting a ring on my finger for months, but I always thought he was just being his usual possessive self. I never expected him to actually ask me to marry him.
Tears well up in my eyes as he snaps the box open and looks up at me with a vulnerable expression.
His throat jumps with a swallow, and he clears his throat.
“I wanted to do this surrounded by our friends and loved ones, but then I’m looking at you now, flushed and glowing, so damn beautiful it steals my breath, and I know this moment belongs only to us. I don’t want to share it with anyone.”
“Kane.” My voice trembles as tears spill over. The past few months have been a blur of tears, nights of heartache, and soft moments of healing. Kane was there through it all, lying next to me in the strip of moonlight on my bed, and kissed my tears away.
Kane’s fingers tremble as he removes the ring, sets the box down, and reaches for my hand.
A voice in my head warns me that this is too soon.
We’re still so young. I think about everything we’ve been through—every time I ran scared, every time I pushed him away, and every time I let him catch me when I fell.
“Marry me.” His warm thumb gently caresses my knuckles as he looks up at me before placing the ring on the tip of my finger. “Marry me,” he says, “and I promise to protect and cherish you for as long as there’s breath in my lungs. And even then, I’ll defy death to come back to you.”
More tears fall as I nibble my lip because I’ll break down crying if I don’t.
“You’ve been strong for so long, baby, and I’m so in awe of how you face the world with such dignity and strength.
Let me carry you for once. Lean on me. The worst is behind us, and I want to watch every sunrise with you.
I want to walk through this world with you, through every storm and victory. Tell me you’ll be mine.”
I find my voice. “We’re so young, Kane.”
“So what? What are we waiting for? I know you’re it for me. You complete me, Jessica. And more importantly, you bring me peace. The world is finally fucking quiet when I’m with you.”
A watery smile slips out as Kane whispers, “Please. Say you’ll be my wife.”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Yes?” His face lights up, shining brighter than the sun outside.
My smile breaks free. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Kane.”
He swoops to his feet and crushes his mouth to mine until we’re both breathless and panting, then breaks away to place the ring on my finger.
It slides on, and Kane’s throat jumps as he fingers it.
There are thousands of words he wants to say but doesn’t know how to, so he settles for, “I’ll make you happy.
I promise.” Then he kisses me again, and I smile against his lips, saying, “You already do.”
After the sun set and we announced the happy news at the party, Kane told me he had a surprise. That can mean anything with him.
Once he blindfolded me with his tie, he bundled me into his car. The engine’s growling felt even more intense beneath my thighs with my sight gone.
Now he’s turned off the engine, and I have no idea where we are. I tried counting the turns, but I got confused after the fourth. I still have no idea where we are.
Kane gets out of the car. He opens the passenger door and unclips my seatbelt.
“Where are we?” I ask as he guides me out. A breeze plays with the ends of my hair, and Kane takes my hand. I have no idea where we’re headed or when I’ll be able to take off the blindfold.
Kane stops me with his hands on my shoulders, then reaches forward to open a car door, judging by the sound.
“Did you forget something?” I ask, but he presses on my head and helps me back into the car.
I’m so confused. What’s happening?
After he’s buckled the seatbelt, he tells me to keep the blindfold on and then shuts the door. The dark and silence close in as I wait. Where did he go? I listen for any sounds, anything that might reveal where we are, but I hear nothing.
Kane gets in the car, straps himself in, and takes off my blindfold.
I’ve worn it for so long that it takes time for my eyes to adjust, and I blink several times before I can see clearly.
We’re at Dark Lanes. I’m in Kane’s car, behind the wheel. A sudden growl of an engine makes me snap my head up, and I look to my left to see my brother in his car.
“Chris?” Confused, I press a button to roll down the window, and my brother reaches over and does the same.
He grins at me. “Think you can beat me, sis?”
Beat him? Beat him how?
My mouth opens and closes like a fish. When I look to Kane for answers, he winks and says, “You’re ready to race.”
Race?
I stare at him, not fully understanding what he’s saying.
Kane leans across and says to my brother, “You better not take it easy on her because she’s your sister. She’s practiced hard for this.”
My brother scoffs. “Oh, please. You think I’d let her beat me? I’ve got a reputation on the line.”
Kane’s grin turns wicked, like he’s already picturing my brother eating his words. He sits back. “You’ve got this, little rabbit.”
“Wait, wait, wait.” I shake my head. “You’re letting me race your car?”
“Of course you’re racing my car. You’re not racing some other guy’s car, just like you’re not wearing some other guy’s shirt or bouncing on some other guy’s dick.”
Chris groans. “Shut up, Ravencourt. Don’t make me strangle you.”
Kane leans across me again. “I’m going to knock her up soon.”
“Kane!” I snap, laughing as I bat him away, and he sits back, looking pleased with himself. There will be no babies for years. One day, sure, but not yet.
I smile at Kane, and my eyes grow misty. I blame my hormones. My period is due in a few days, and I would probably cry at cat food commercials right now.
“You’ll let me race your car,” I ask.
This new car is his pride and joy, and I don’t take this honor lightly. This is sweeter than flowers and chocolate, and I’ll suck his cock after this because now I’m turned on.
Kane leans in and whispers, “Win the race, and I’ll eat your pussy all night,” near my ear as my brother revs his engine.
Well, I can’t say no to that. I start the engine, and it roars to life, snarling like an impatient beast. The feel of the leather under my palms makes a smile spread across my face.
“Your brother is going to flash his headlights three times. On the third flash, we launch.”
I run my hand over the wheel and smile at my brother. “If I win, you’re on dish duty for a month.”
“And if I win, you stop fucking Kane in our house.”
My fiancé chuckles softly as he grips the oh shit handle overhead. “I’m going to fuck you even harder now,” he murmurs to me, smug as anything.
I rev the engine, and Chris flashes his beams.
“You’ve got this, baby. You’re ready,” Kane says.
A second flash.
My gaze zeroes in on the strip of blacktop.
It all comes down to this. Hours of practice.
Another rev.
My heart thuds hard as my clit throbs once. Yeah, I’m definitely sucking his cock once I’m done lavishing in the sweet taste of victory.
The third flash illuminates the road.
Adrenaline surges like a match to gasoline as I accelerate, causing the Bugatti to roar into the night.