30. Epilogue Brent
Yes Yes Yes
I woke with Berkley’s mouth on my cock.
This time, I knew it wasn’t a dream. If there was anything I’d learned in the last nearly two years of being in love with Berkley Daniels, it was that my dreams could never conjure up anything that would beat my reality.
“What’re you doing, Blondie?” I asked, my voice still thick with sleep.
It was still dark beyond the windows, though not the pure blackness of the middle of the night. This time of year, it was hard to guess the exact time, but if I had to take one, I’d say dawn was only about an hour off.
I’d been waiting days for us to be awake for sunrise, and I wasn’t missing this one.
But I supposed I could take one for the team and fuck my girlfriend before we absolutely had to get up.
She pulled off and said, “Giving you a blowjob,” like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Which, okay, it was.
“But why?
“Because birthday boys get blowjobs! A BJ for my BJ, if you will,” she said with a little chuckle, then closed her lips around me once more. I let her work her magic for a few minutes, only because I fucking loved the shit my girl did with her tongue when my dick was in her mouth. But then I hooked my hands under her arms and pulled her up my body.
“I was enjoying that,” she pouted. Her lips were still puffy from my endless kisses the night before and wrapping them around my cock first thing this morning, a pillow crease still marred the perfect skin of her left cheek, and her hair was a wild ass mess around her head.
She was perfect. In every way, from every angle.
“I could tell,” I said with a grin. “But you know what this birthday boy wants even more than a birthday blowie?”
Berkley tapped her finger to her chin as though seriously considering it, though she knew exactly where I was headed.
We’d been at the cabin for a week, our last hurrah of summer before we had to head back to Traverse City, where Warriors’ training camp was held. Then it was back to in season madness and endless hours of studying for Berkley.
The year before, she’d graduated law school in the top five of her class and had gone on to take the Bar, which she passed with flying colors. Since, she’d been working for her former professor David Lippett at his firm, cutting her teeth on all manner of contracts. After nearly a year in the workforce, she’d made the decision to go back to school for her business degree, which would set her up nicely to open her own sports agency. I was so fucking proud of her for taking the leap and realizing her dream, and I would do everything in my power to make sure all of it was a success.
Admittedly, I’d been surprised when she told me, but I understood her desire not to wait until the time was “right.”
“If I wait until then,” she’d said, “I feel like I’ll be waiting my whole life. The time to do this is now, while I’m still young and have my best years to look forward to yet.”
I couldn’t agree more, which is why I’d also been working on a little something of my own. After we got knocked out of the playoffs in 2021, my sister approached me with a business opportunity. She was feeling listless in New York and ready to make a big change. For a few months, she’d been tinkering around with the idea of starting an activewear company created by athletes for athletes, but also the kind of gear that was accessible to the common man or woman. She had the ideas—including pages and pages of clothing samples and specs—and I had the money, the fame, and the business experience from years of brokering my own brand partnerships, not to mention my degrees, to really help get it off the ground.
I had to admit, I was surprised by the amount of thought that had gone into it, and I couldn’t see a fault with anything Kenzie had brought to the table. What else was I supposed to do but say yes?
So last summer, Kenzie moved to Detroit, and FLEX was born. It was still a fledgling company, but my sister had ideas to really help us take off. I love working with her, and it was great having her close by where I could keep an eye on her.
“What do you want more than a birthday blowie?” Berkley asked me, pulling me back to the present. Already, she shifted atop me, getting ready to angle herself where I wanted her.
“I want”—I reached between us to fist my cock, and Berkley rose just enough so I could tease her entrance, slickening my head with her arousal—“for you to sit down and take this cock like the good girl you are.”
“Anything for the birthday boy,” she said as she sank onto me, both of us sighing happily when we came together.
I sat up so we were face to face, my hand anchored in the hair at her nape while she experimentally rolled her hips, seeking out that perfect angle. “So good like this.”
“So deep and perfect,” she agreed when she found the spot, picking up the pace.
Damn, my girl loved being on top, and I loved watching her use me to seek her pleasure, those gorgeous tits bouncing in my face as she bounced on my cock.
We didn’t speak again until Berkley screamed my name as she came, triggering my release.
“That’s it, baby,” I groaned, burying my face in her neck as her walls clamped around me. “Milk that cock dry.”
Another shockwave coursed through her, her pussy fluttering around me as I spilled hot and long inside her.
Best. Birthday. Present. Ever.
Well…maybe not ever. But as long as everything went according to plan, that would come within the hour.
When Berkley rolled off me, I hopped from the bed and padded into the bathroom for a washcloth to clean her up, though the sight of my cum dripping out of her had my cock twitching, then said, “Get up and get dressed, baby. I’ve been waiting all week to watch a sunrise with you.”
“You’re lucky I love you so much,” she grumbled as she rolled to standing. “You realize we haven’t exactly been sleeping this week, right?”
Oh, I was well aware. I’d had her naked and speared on my cock in every fucking room, on every flat surface of this entire lake house.
Just like I promised her all those months ago.
And against quite a few walls. I’d never look at that downstairs bathroom the same.
Or the pontoon.
What could I say? Life was good, and it was about to get even better.
“It doesn’t have to be anything fancy,” I said, tugging on the first pair of shorts and shirt I swiped off the floor in the semi-darkness. The sky was rapidly lighting now, and if we didn’t hurry, we’d miss it.
And then all my plans would be shot to hell.
Berkley settled on a pair of panties and threw another of my tees over her head. It was plenty warm already, the mornings a muggy indication of the heat the day would bring. I was glad we were secluded, though. If she wasn’t putting pants on, I couldn’t be held accountable for the shit I’d do to her after I executed my plan.
“Get outside,” I urged her. “The best spot is going to be at the end of the dock. I just want to set my tripod up.”
“You’re such a nerd,” she said, rolling her eyes as she padded downstairs. A moment later, I heard the back door slide open and closed, and then she appeared on the deck, making her way across to the path that led across the lawn and down to the dock.
With her out of the way, I scrambled into my parents’ suite and rifled through Mom’s dresser until my fingers closed around the ring box. It was the only place I could think to hide it because it was the last place Berkley would look. I guess I lied earlier when I said we’ve had sex in every room of this house.
My parents’ room was, for obvious reasons, a nonstarter.
This little ring had been burning a hole in my pocket for three months, since the end of my season, and I’d been searching for the perfect moment to pop the biggest question of my life.
“Hurry up, baby!” Berkley’s voice floated through the window.
After a quick detour into our room to grab my phone and the tripod, I headed outside.
The outline of the box was glaringly obvious in my pocket, and I didn’t want to spoil the surprise, so I took it out and tucked the ring back in my shorts. Before meeting Berkley at the end, I knelt at the first wood slat of the dock and clipped my phone onto the tripod, then flipped it to video mode and pressed to record.
At last, I settled next to Berkley, our feet dangling over the water. She shivered and tucked herself into my body.
“Can you believe we’re here?” she asked.
“At the cabin?” I quipped. “Well, yeah. I own it.”
Berkley swatted my stomach. “Okay, smartass. I mean in general. Together. After everything.”
“Well…” I said, trailing off. I wasn’t surprised we were here. I’d move through hell and high water to get to this girl, to keep her, to make her mine forever. “I think any couple goes through their fair share of hardships to get to the good stuff. That’s what makes it the good stuff.”
“How very diplomatic of you,” she said with a snort.
I turned my head and smiled down at her. “I’m just saying. Maybe it didn’t happen the way we wanted it to, and that first year certainly wasn’t easy. But it all happened exactly as it was supposed to. It led us to each other. To right here, to this moment. I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”
Berkley grinned at me. “This single perfect moment,” she agreed.
The sun was nearly cresting the horizon. I had only a few moments to get into position so she—hopefully—said yes as the sun rose. Thankfully, her gaze was glued to the lightening sky, and she paid me no mind as I dropped to a knee and grabbed her hand.
“Berk.”
“Yeah, baby?” she said, not taking her eyes from the sky.
“Berkley, look at me.”
Her hands flew to her mouth when she faced me at last. “Brent! What are you doing?”
My lips twitched, and I shook my head. This girl. “You can’t even let me do this without arguing with me!”
“What exactly is this?” she asked, frantically gesturing at me.
“Just be quiet and let me get this out.” I squeezed her hand tighter. “Being with you is the greatest gift I’ve ever been given. I know being with me hasn’t always been a cakewalk for you, but I couldn’t be more thankful you’ve stuck it out with me. I knew the moment I first laid eyes on you that you were going to change everything, and you did. I love every part of our life together, but I want to make it permanent. I want you by my side forever. I want to give you my last name and have babies with you and grow old together. I want everything with you. Like you said earlier, this is one perfect moment. But I’m hoping it’s only the first in a lifetime of them. So, Berkley Iris Daniels, will you marry me?”
I dug into my pocket and withdrew, revealing the ring that featured a marquise-cut diamond with three smaller, round stones on each side, all set in a simple rose gold band. It was elegant, incredibly unique, and crazy expensive.
But it was the perfect ring for my girl, and worth every penny. I’d even gotten Lexie’s stamp of approval before I bought it.
The sun broke the horizon then, spilling orange light across the sky like the yolk of an egg cracked into a pan. In an instant, the once shadowed trees became vibrant green, the light dappling the dark teal, softly rolling waves of the lake, making them sparkle.
But the ring was the true star of the show. A beam of light hit it perfectly, lighting it up like a beacon, refracting rainbows around us..
Berkley threw herself into my arms, nearly tackling us both into the lake, and chanted, “Yes yes yes” over and over.
With shaky hands, I pulled us to standing and slid the ring on her finger, then pressed a kiss to it.
“I love you, Berkley Daniels.”
“In all ways, Brent Jean.”