Epilogue
KARA
THREE MONTHS LATER
“How did I accumulate so much stuff in a short amount of time?” I ask Dean once everything is moved from our apartments into the cute three-bedroom, one-bathroom home with a spacious backyard for Scout.
We were both tired of having to leash Scout to take him outside, and Dean would never let me take the evening shifts on my own.
If Scout had an upset stomach in the middle of the night.
Forget it. He would go with me, or I would stay inside.
We both grumbled, and since his job has changed, the lease on his apartment could be broken, which meant we only had to deal with mine.
Dean wouldn’t let me pay the fee. Shocking, I know.
Between him, my brother, and my father, the overprotectiveness and taking care of me is a top-notch priority in their eyes.
“Sweetheart, it’s both of ours. We need to weed out the extras, keep what’s better quality, which is more than likely yours, and we’ll donate the rest.” I look at the mounds of boxes, the haphazardly placed furniture, and the mountains of clothes put on top of whatever surface is available.
Our friends and family offered to help us unpack everything, but it’d be impossible to figure out where it would all go until we sorted through the mess.
“Yeah, you’re right.” I shrug my shoulders, about to dive into the task of at least getting the kitchen sorted, when Dean’s arms wrap around my waist from behind. His chin rests on my shoulder, and the slightly rough texture of his beard abrades my neck in the most delicious way possible.
“This can wait. Come out back with me, sweetheart. I’ve got a surprise for you.
” I turn in his arms, his hands slide down the length of my body, cupping my ass, and I interpret it as a memo that’s loud and clear.
My legs wrap around his waist, he hauls us through the living room and the small dining area that’s off the kitchen and opens the sliding glass door without breaking a sweat.
This man tosses me around as if I’m light as a feather, even though I’m not.
I carry my weight well, hidden beneath clothes that fit in a flowy way.
I also still swim as much as possible, which has given me added muscle.
Another plus with the home we’re settling into now is that it has a pool, and even though Scout wants no part of it, I hope that will change one day the more I’m in it.
After this morning's swim, during which Scout ran the length of the pool, back and forth, barking and pawing at the waves I made, I think it won’t be long until he’s swimming with me.
“What did you do now? Haven’t you done enough?” I ask. My lips land on the side of his neck, teeth nipping at the skin. The loose shorts I’m wearing, along with the athletic style he has on, allow me to feel every last inch of him.
“Never enough. Not for you, Kara.” Dean grips my ass with one hand, massaging it in a way that I know will lead to a whole lot of different kinds of surprises. “Sweetheart, you keep going at my neck like that, you won’t see what I have for you.”
“I can already feel the surprise, and I have to tell you, I really like it.” I arch my back, rotate my hips, and damn myself for not having the forethought to get us naked before heading out back.
Did I mention we’re completely secluded, each lot is a half-acre, and there’s an eight-foot privacy fence all the way around?
“Kara, you’re getting my dick—you never have to worry about that—but you’re making it hard as fuck to do this.
” He doesn’t elaborate, and with my head stuck in his neck, more or less giving him a hickie of all hickies, I have no idea what he’s going on about.
All I know is I’d do anything to have him inside me right about now.
“Hmm,” I murmur. His hand grips my hair, pulling me back until our eyes lock.
“Fuck it, I’ll give it to you while I’m buried inside your tight-as-fuck pussy.” He’s still standing, but it doesn’t go unnoticed that he yanks his shorts down when his hand disappears from my ass. He also pulls my shorts to the side.
“Yes, please, don’t stop.” He rasps the head of his cock along my wet slit.
“Never,” he says on a groan, simultaneously slamming me down until he’s buried to the hilt. How he’s able to remain in one place, holding my weight while slowly moving in and out in a steady rhythm, a heady beat, our heavy breathing, I have no clue, and it doesn’t matter.
“So good,” I moan. My ass meets the railing at the same time I lose his cock.
“No, why? Dean, please.” I’m unaware that he’s ripping my shorts off until they’re gone, and he’s back inside me all in under what seems like seconds.
Still, the last thing a woman wants is her man to stop without any notice.
“Needed more. Couldn’t get deep enough,” he grunts on one powerful thrust.
“Thank god.” My mouth touches the first available option, his chest, my teeth sinking into his skin, leaving yet another mark. I’m not sure what’s gotten into me, but the overwhelming desire I feel for Dean is off-the-charts insane.
“You can say that again. Another plus to having a backyard. We couldn’t do this in an apartment.
Open your eyes, sweetheart.” I do as he says.
My hand is wrapped around his, and on my ring finger is a band with diamonds wrapped all the way around.
It’s not your everyday engagement ring. It’s me, and it fits perfectly.
“Oh, Dean.”
“Marry me, Kara. Make me the luckiest man alive.” It’s more a statement than a question.
All I can do is nod. Words escape me. My vision clouds with tears, and through it all, the man I love endlessly holds me through it.
He also keeps rocking his hips, drugging me with his kisses, and teetering on the edge is an orgasm I know is only just the beginning.
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