Epilogue - Pip
ONE YEAR LATER
“Ow! Fuck! Fuck it!” I groan, flailing down a hill like the cheese in a downhill cheese-chasing competition. Twigs snap beneath me, and the earth crumbles away as I come to a stop at the bottom of the gully among grassy vegetation and leafy debris.
“Jesus. Babe! You alive?” Grayson calls out at the top laughing his ass off.
Fucker.
“Just casually eating shit being attacked by gravity. No thanks to you!”
He barks out a laugh. Realizing I had the wherewithal to keep hold of the paintball gun on the way down, I lined him up and squeezed the trigger.
Like time slowing down, I watch the paint pellet lob perfectly to the soft flesh inside of his thigh. He lets out a yelp, clutching his leg, while I blow him a kiss through my plastic face shield. He shoots after me, hitting my shoulder blade, and I let out a squeak, feeling the sting.
We decided to turn our cat-and-mouse origin story into an annual Halloween tradition, only with a few key adjustments.
No more crossbows. No more running for my life.
Instead, we arm ourselves with paintball guns and ruthless determination to make the other suffer.
Danny had set up a geocache point earlier in the day before heading off with Viv for a road trip, and now? Grayson and I were left to battle it out.
The wager?
Loser has to take the winner’s parent on a date.
Honestly, I still don’t know who actually loses in that scenario.
Grayson’s dad, Jim, is wonderful, warm, charming, just as much of a menace as his son. I took to him instantly. Zac, his younger brother, I’ve only Facetimed with, but I’m certain he’ll be just as bad.
My mom, on the other hand? She practically turns into goo when Grayson’s around. It’s hilarious. It’s also my personal form of torture.
Which is why, out of pure, unfiltered spite, I want to win.
Taking cover behind a thicket of shrubs, I pull out the map and check off visual landmarks to get my bearings. Hearing a loud twig snap nearby, I deduce he’s finally climbed up the other side and is stalking me like the predator he is.
I sink low and hold my aim in the direction I heard the noise.
Pop!
“Ow! Motherf-… my ass? Really?” I bite out, pointing the gun into the shrub and firing. He lets out a pained cry and pops up from the trees, shaking his hand.
We stall a beat, eyeing each other. The geocache spot is only a few yards away. I leg it for freedom, but he catches up, dropping the gun to dive and ankle-tap me to the ground, knocking off my mask in the process.
There’s a mad scramble. I line him up for a kick, but he grabs my legs and flips me onto my back. Prowling up my body, he quickly rips off his face mask and drops his weight on me, pinning my hands by my head.
“You must really want me to wine and dine your mom! If only she knew the filth and depravity her daughter enjoys. I wonder what she’d say?
” He smirks through heavy breaths, leaning in to kiss me.
I turn to mush. His tongue swirls around mine, taking ownership and devouring me.
I feel the hard ridge of his large cock growing against me and wrap my legs around him in a bid to anchor myself to him.
I trace my mouth to his ear and taunt, “I wonder how alike father and son are? Shall I test that theory?”
He growls and sits up on his knees, undoing his trouser zipper and hooking his thumbs in my leggings, unceremoniously yanking them down over my ass. Then, with a hard thrust, he buries his cock deep inside me.
We let out a collective moan of ecstasy, and my needy pussy throbs against him, needing friction. I love how he fills me to the brim and then some! I sit up, encouraging him to flip onto his back. He takes my lead, flipping us, so I’m straddling him.
I sit lower into him, taking him deeper, and rock against him.
“Fuck, Pip…” he hisses out, throwing his head back with a moan. “That’s it, babe. Ride me!”
I lean forward to taste his mouth and explore it. Own it. I am his, and he is mine. He grabs my hips and guides me, rocking into a rhythm as we fuck like wild beasts, surrounded by the scents of pines, earth, and the cool autumn air.
“I’m going to come!” I pant breathlessly. “Oh my… oh God!”
“Pip! Fuck!” He growls as the walls of my center strangle his cock. His length grows, and he unloads inside me. He pulls me tight against him, looking into my eyes as we share in our moment of bliss, riding out pleasure until the very last shudder.
Cupping my face to plant a tender kiss on my forehead, a twig snap captures my attention, and I rip my head up.
Ahead of us, about 40 feet away, is a doe in a clearing grazing. She stares back at me, unperturbed by our presence.
I put a hand on his mouth, motion with my finger to shoosh, and point ahead. “Isn’t she beautiful?” I whisper.
He looks back and squirms beneath me. “She really is.”
I look down at him. His eyes are on me.
“So, this is kinda going to work out better than I planned,” he says with a mischievous smile.
“There was no geocache, Pip. It was a set-up. And I’ve already taken your mom to dinner because…
” He pushes to sit up with me up on him and holds his closed palm up.
Opening it, he has in his hand a beautiful ring.
“I had to get her permission to give you this.”
I choke up. The sneakiness of this man!
“Pip, it took me forever to find you. I never want to be without you again. I love you, Pipsqueak. I want to chase you and own you over and over again forever. In this life and the next. Marry me?”
I nod, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Yes!”
He smiles and wraps me up in his arms to kiss me before letting me go to slide the beautiful ring on my finger. It’s a dainty white gold band with two small triangular white diamonds next to a large oval, light blue stone.
“It was Mom’s. Dad gave his blessing, and Zac also agreed. It's a Ceylon Sapphire… The same shade of blue as your eyes. It’s almost as if she hand-picked you.”
“It’s beautiful. I don’t know what to say!”
“I do would be a good start.” He grins against my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him tight before he flips me onto my back, and I feel his cock harden inside me.
“Again?” I ask, a glimmer in my eye.
“I’ve got time to make up for,” he says, leaning forward to smother me with his love. “You belong to me, Pip.”
I throw my head back mewling, “I do…”
The cat devoured his mouse, body, and soul, on the forest floor.
And the mouse? She got railed… lovingly.