Epilogue
DIEGO
“You going to tell me where we’re going?”
It’s hot having her memories imprinted on my possessions, including my loft. This has been the best semester of my life, mainly because of her graduating and because I get to hang out with my idol when I drive us to Princeton every few weekends.
“Eventually.”
“Give me one hint.”
She stretches the last word like a tease, but her curiosity is genuine.
“I already gave you one,” I taunt, my LED lights making her face glow and look even prettier.
“It’s too cold to ride our bikes is not a hint. That’s an excuse.”
The air outside is biting. December in Boston pulls no punches.
Inside my truck, it’s warm, cozy, and humming with the kind of energy only she can create.
I have yet to admit this to her, but sometimes, riding bikes is too far apart.
I can’t touch her whenever I want, as I do now, with my hand tucked into her inner thigh while I drive.
“Agree to disagree.”
“You’re driving me to the middle of nowhere, so I at least deserve to know where we’re going.”
It’s part of what I love about her. How she wants to know everything, dissect it, analyze it, and control it.
Yet relinquishing control to me allows her to be free, to take in the experience holistically, and provides the relief she needs.
It doesn’t make her question me any less as we go through this little exercise every time.
“Alright, one more since we are almost there.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. There’s nothing but trees and this road. We’re not close to anything.”
She looks out her window, the windshield, and then the back window, looking for something that can’t be seen from the highway. Her gaze connects with me for a second, long enough to capture the happiness on my face, before my eyes turn back to the road.
“Fine, just tell me.”
“It’s a celebration. For both of us.”
The truth is, I know I aced her final.
The material was easy for me, but difficult for most. I’ve been studying chemistry for over a decade, and I’m fascinated with the stuff. But passing her class was my last one to graduate with honors in a couple of weeks.
My acceptance to MIT came last week, like a green light to the next chapter of my life. I look at her again as I take the exit toward the campsite and park. Everything else in my life has aligned in ways that still feel like I’m dreaming.
She’s frowning, staring ahead, trying to figure out what we’re celebrating way out here.
“What are we celebrating? Because it can’t be both of us if I wasn’t part of the planning. And if I were, the celebrating would happen in the city at a nice restaurant followed by a rooftop bar somewhere.”
She huffs as if disappointed, but those are the last things she wants.
Trust me, I’ve tried. She is either an adrenaline junkie like me or a worried couch potato, hovering over her laptop and work papers for her classes.
She’s shot down going to dinner and a bar countless times, even when I told her we wouldn’t be seen or caught by anyone that mattered from campus.
“You say that, but it’s not true. And we’re celebrating your first semester and my last.”
“First and last,” she parrots to herself, falling silent until I turn onto a bumpy gravel road with a flickering old sign that has seen much better days.
The look on her face when I glance at her is the same as when she saw the go-kart place that first weekend. I suppress my chuckle but can’t hide my smile when she gazes at me.
“We’re going to be murdered tonight.”
“Don’t be melodramatic.”
Dom and I have been out here more times than I can count, day and night. The place is harmless despite the grumpy old guy hassling customers about his ATVs.
“Well, if I am killed, then I’m haunting your ass the whole time at MIT, maybe after if I’m not busy in Heaven.”
I park the truck, killing the engine since the vehicles are not too far down the gravel road. Slipping from the cab, I round the truck to get her out, not missing a chance to grope her ass.
“Don’t be so sure you’re getting into Heaven. Not after that tough final that had people cussing you out under their breath.”
She rolls her eyes, slipping from the seat and snagging a brief kiss from me on her march to the front door of the old guy’s rental place. Challenging her like this gets that shitty wall of hers to stay down, something I learned the hard way.
Getting the paperwork sorted and handing over the keys doesn't take long. By the time we’re outside, her helmet is already on, and her face has transformed into that of a challenger. I strap on my helmet, watching her out of the corner of my eye as she easily swings a leg over her ATV.
“You sure you can keep up, Mr. Kahale?” she yells while revving the engine.
“Eat my dust, Professor.”
The trail starts wide, winding through the forest, but it doesn’t take long before it narrows, with the trees pressing in on either side.
The air is crisp and cold, but the adrenaline coursing through my veins keeps me warm.
I glance ahead at Iz, her figure a blur of motion as she navigates the twists and turns with a reckless confidence that makes my chest tighten.
She’s fearless.
Happy.
Beautiful.
Completely in her element. We race like that for what feels like hours, the world around us a blur of green and brown. The trail dips and climbs, twists and straightens, and every second feels like I’m back on my bike, on that track about to win and not about to break my back in half.
It’s a glorious feeling.
When we finally reach a clearing, I’m out of breath but grinning like an idiot.
The moon is now chasing the sun away, with darkness all around us.
She cuts her engine, as do I, and pulls off her helmet.
Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is a wild mess.
She looks over at me, still straddling her ATV, and the way she smiles. It’s everything.
“I can’t believe you kept this place a secret.”
Her words are a breathless cloud above her head in the moonlight and full of wonder.
“Had to save the best for last.”
I swing my leg off my ATV, yank off my helmet, leave it on the seat, and walk to her. She watches me with an expression I can’t quite read, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her jacket.
“I don’t know how you do it.”
“Do what?”
“Make me feel like this. Like I’m not supposed to be here, but I can’t imagine being anywhere else.”
I reach for her hand, gently pulling her off the ATV until she’s standing before me.
“You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be, Izzy. With me.”
Her breath hitches, and for a moment, we stand there, the forest quiet around us. Then, with a contented sigh, she reaches for me. Her arms loop around my neck and tug my mouth to hers.
Her lips are soft and eager. I can’t help but pull her closer, my hands settling on her waist, where they belong. She melts against me, her tongue waiting for me as I deepen the kiss, the cool night air forgotten in the heat between us.
My cock, already hard from racing, is eager to slide into his favorite place. It wouldn’t be out of the question to make it happen out here. It’s bitterly cold, but getting off quickly would ease my need for her until we got home.
As if my body agrees, my hands slip to her ass, kneading and smashing her against my pelvis. She moans, going a bit wild in response when she nips my tongue and moves her hands from my neck to my chest. With a soft push, she ends the kiss, leaving me a bit dazed and curious.
“Should we?”
With a naughty bite of her lower lip, her eyes staring into mine with so much heat, it’s not even a question. She’s getting fucked out here in the middle of the forest and on a cold December night.
“Definitely.”
My fingers are a bit stiff from the cold, and my back is tight, which is always the case when the weather changes.
But none of that will stop me from a quick fuck.
I debate how I should take her while she’s tugging down her pants over the top of her boots and giving me a flashback to that first time at World’s End.
While she’s busy working on her clothes, I undo my belt and pants and climb onto her ATV. My boots hitch on the front fenders, testing them for leverage while stretching my legs over the handlebars, making a perfect seat for her on my cock.
Her eyes are glued to me, watching my every move, including when I tug my pants over my thighs. My hard cock springs forth, pointing to the sky and waiting for his warm home.
“Ready for a lesson, Izzy?”
Her tongue slides over her lips, staring at my junk before waddling over. With her pants clustered at her ankles, we won’t have the most flexibility, but that will do, considering it’s freezing cold out here.
“Oh, is the teacher in session?”
She loves this game as much as I do. Role reversal. The same as the first time we fucked against my bike.
“For detention.”
The rasp in my voice is unintentional. My hand assisting her is not.
It’s awkward with both of us breaking character to laugh while figuring out how to make this work.
Once she has her legs bent, knees on each side of my thighs, and her boots tucked in between my shins, she slowly sinks on my awaiting shaft.
It’s fucking amazing.
The bite of cold plastic on my bare ass and the nip of winter air on my legs compared to her hot, wet pussy is what dreams are made of.
Her arms wrap around my neck, and my hands hold her waist while both of us moan.
Being inside her always quiets my brain, clearing out the noise so that it’s just her and me.
“Shit. You feel so fucking good.”
She shudders from the air or me, I don’t know.
“Diego . . .”
Her hips start grinding, and my fingers draw a loose circle around her skin, waiting to see if she wants my help.