Epilogue
Two Years Later
" O ooh, how about this place?" Naomi turns the computer toward me.
I barely glance at the picture of the cabin on her screen before burying my face in her neck.
"Uh-huh," I mumble against her smooth skin, loving the goosebumps that break out along her neck and shoulders. I run my tongue between them like I'm trying to connect the dots.
"Jameson, focus." Naomi uses her serious voice, but her little shiver when I hit that spot behind her ear spurs me on. It takes less than a second for her to close the computer and melt into my embrace.
Naomi and I got married a year ago in a small ceremony up the mountain, surrounded by our family and close friends.
Violet organized the entire thing, of course.
Naomi’s brother, Dane, walked her down the aisle, and when Naomi appeared in her white dress with a field of wildflowers as the backdrop, I realized I was smack dab in the middle of the happiest day of my life.
It's only gotten better every day since.
"Jameson Paul Clarke," Naomi pants as I hook my fingers in her panties and attempt to prove how distracting I can be. "You promised your friends a three-day celebration for their hard work. If we don't book this cabin, you'll have to set up tents in the backyard, mister."
I sigh. "Fine. Show me what you found."
Naomi glances at me with a quirk of her lip, and I sigh again, removing my fingers from the promised land to show her I mean business.
"Good boy," she says, opening her computer again, and hell if my cock doesn't still react to that phrase like Pavlov's dog.
Speaking of dogs, Fred snoozes in this bed at our feet.
Naomi moved in with me almost immediately, and Max was pleased he didn't have to mess with the spare apartment after all.
Naomi was worried that Fred might be weird with me when she introduced him to my space, but he happily ran into the backyard through the dog door I installed and claimed the house as his own to every squirrel and bird within a ten-mile radius.
He follows me wherever I go, and Betty even added him as our official mascot on her newest round of t-shirts.
"All right, tell me what you think of this one." Naomi turns her computer as two pings announce an incoming text. She rolls her eyes as we both pull out our phones to check.
Dane
Headed to a place called Fox Falls in the Smoky Mountains for a few days. Should be a short job. Have a buddy from base who lives there, but I'll be staying at the Eveningstar Hotel at the Falls.
Cell service can be spotty, so I wanted to check in before I head out.
Naomi laughs. "I think he's terrified I'll make another major life decision if he waits too long to check in with me now. His future wife will thank us."
Trained in security, Naomi's brother is one of the most methodical people I've ever met.
He's enormous, well over six-five with muscles like a freaking giant.
Dane is quiet and calm, but man, was he pissed when he got my text the day I proposed to his sister.
He showed up in Duhring Park a few days later, ready to kick my ass and talk some sense into her.
Naomi squared up to him and read him the riot act about not returning her calls quickly enough.
By the time she was done laying into him, he was recruiting me as an ally.
He stayed for a week, getting to know me.
Naomi said he was basically staking me out the entire time, but as he was packing up to head out, Dane begrudgingly offered to help me pick out a ring.
Naomi said that was like him naming his firstborn after me. We've since become good friends.
"Can you picture the day Dane falls for someone?" I ask with a snort.
Naomi grins as she caresses my face. "Yes, I can. Because the ones who swear off love forever tend to fall the hardest."
I pull her toward me, but she wiggles away and turns so her feet are between us. "No, sir," she scolds. If only she knew what her serious voice did to me, she’d realize it was a lost cause.
"This one has five bedrooms, seven baths, and a gourmet kitchen. It’s close to downtown and The Palmer Resort & Spa. That's where Cole's sister works, so we could plan dinner there one night." Naomi pauses flipping through images of the rental and looks at me expectantly. "What do you think?"
The DP Construction crew is expanding once again.
We've had so much work that I'm bringing in a second crew to help us manage the demand. It’s been amazing to see my dream come true, and Naomi helping me streamline the business has made it all possible.
A bunch of new guys are starting with us this fall, allowing us to take on bigger jobs, which means bigger paychecks for everybody involved.
The crew and all our spouses are celebrating the hard work with a long weekend away in Festival Valley in a few months.
"Does it have dock access?" I ask, thinking of fishing and swimming.
Naomi nods. "Yes, and we can rent a boat to take you all fishing while I book spa appointments for the ladies."
"Perfect." I grab her computer and put it on the coffee table, sliding up her body.
"Let me reserve it," Naomi protests, then bites off a moan as I slide my hand into her panties, finding her soaked. Looks like I’m not the only one who likes it when she calls me her good boy.
"Later," I insist, rubbing little circles against the small bundle of nerves at the top of her slit.
She whimpers, wrapping her arms around me as she opens her legs wider.
"I need to show you how much I love you today."
"Yes, you do," she pants, bucking her hips as I increase my speed.
"Hey, remember our honeymoon?" I whisper against her neck. We spent a long weekend in a little cottage by the beach and didn't leave the bed for three days.
"Yes," Naomi whispers, gripping my forearm as I find the spot that makes her legs shake.
"I told you, I'm going to propose every single day to make sure you still want to say yes." I palm her breast with my other hand, grinding my cock into the couch, seeking relief.
Naomi moans so loudly that Fred jumps up and runs outside. "So, Naomi Jayne Clarke." I gaze into her eyes, pinching her nipple as I grind my thumb against her clit. "Will you marry me?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Naomi calls out as she releases on my hand.
I finger-fuck her through her orgasm, watching my beautiful wife shatter for me. Her desire drips down my fingers, and I pull them out, licking them one by one as she gazes at me through hooded eyes. I'm obsessed with my wife.
"Good girl," I tell her as I slot myself between her legs and notch at her entrance. "Let's make extra sure, shall we?"
" Yes ..." Naomi moans as I thrust inside, her eyes locked on me with a combination of heady bliss and love that makes my days worth living.
Naomi is right. My grumpy, resistant ass fell hard.
And I intend to keep falling for her every single day for as long as we both shall live.