Epilogue
Austin
Dear Stalker,
You’re not very good at being stealthy. My lips twitched.
Years might have passed, but my woman never stopped giving me shit.
And god help me, I loved that attitude of hers.
Shit, there wasn’t a damn thing I didn’t love about my wife.
Maybe you should look into disguises. I hear masks are in.
Smartass. I had a feeling she knew all about the Ghostface mask I had hidden in the closet for the next time we played outside and I’d chase her through the wooded part of our backyard.
You would think that after all this time, you would have learned a thing or two.
Part of me thinks you’re bad at this whole watching me from a distance thing on purpose.
So, I’d know that you steal my panties and sneak into my room in the middle of the night and are the sole reason for the hot and wild dreams I have of you.
Stolen panties. Shit. I shook my head and chuckled at the memory.
After telling her I loved her and making love for the first time, she’d made me tell her everything I’d done.
The sneaking in. Playing in the hallway using her panties.
And she never let me live it down. Hell, she liked to torture me, sneaking dirty tiny scraps of material into my pockets or jacket so I would find it while I was at work.
The woman drove me absolutely wild. Hot and wild dreams, huh?
Oh, she was going to tell me about those.
In detail. While I put a vibrating wand on her pussy and made her watch me stroke my cock.
The image of my red-lipped beauty doing that made me press my palm against my thickening length.
But if I’m honest, I love you sneaking around, obsessed with me.
I love you, Austin. My very own stalker for life.
I wore red lipstick to work. Maybe we can sneak to the parking lot of the brewery after my shift, and I can mark you up?
I hope so. I know I’ll be thinking about my mouth on your neck while you’re balls deep inside of me all shift long.
Love,
Your wife, Lizzy
I shook my head before I had to press my palm down on my already hard dick. Fuck, Elizabeth was going to be the death of me. Even now, years after getting together and married with two kids at home, she had me completely obsessed with her. My world revolved around her and the family we’d created.
It hadn’t been easy. Old habits die hard, and fear over a stupid family curse taking away the life we’d created still slipped in every now and then.
It helped to see that my brothers and even some of my cousins had all found the women who made their lives worth living and all seemed to be happy.
But somehow, when that fear started to slip in, my woman always knew.
She’d do little things, like slip notes into my pockets or wallet.
Wear that red lipstick I loved so much and stamp the shape of her lips all over my body.
But then again, just my woman breathing helped calm me when I got scared.
My eyes moved to the clock on the wall of the back office of the brewery.
It would be three more hours until Elizabeth would get here.
Three hours until I could have her in front of me.
She wasn’t a traveling nurse anymore. I had asked her if she missed it, but she simply smile and shook her head, telling me she had something so much better at home now.
She worked at a local clinic now. After she gave birth to two kids, the emergency room wasn’t where she wanted to be anymore.
My eyes skirted back to the note in my hands, and the words she’d written bounced in my head.
Red lipstick. I’d make sure she paid for teasing me like this. Not only did my wife like to slip her worn, sexy underthings into my pocket, she liked to surprise me with the sweetest, dirtiest notes. I pulled my phone out and texted her, telling her I loved her and found her naughty little note.
My woman simply replied with an angel emoji. She’d pay for that with two orgasms in the parking lot. And I knew myself. I couldn’t fucking wait!
I stood just as Bash walked in. “Where are you going?” he asked. I was about to answer when he shook his head with a deep chuckle. “You know what? I don’t need to know. Just say hi to Liz.”
“Oh, I will.” I grinned, hurrying the hell out of there. “I’ll be back in an hour!” I shouted behind me and knew Bash simply waved bye. He knew how I was when it came to Elizabeth.
She was probably about to go to lunch, and I wasn’t going to miss it.
It didn’t matter which parking lot, hers or mine, for what I had planned.