Epilogue
Lena - Four Months Later
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, gripping Ironside’s hands for support.
It was a chilly Saturday afternoon, with the first touches of autumn beginning to color the trees. Ironside and I were taking a scenic ride through the countryside, traveling the winding mountain roads before the first snow began in a few weeks.
Then Ironside pulled over and tied a blindfold around my eyes, saying that he had a surprise for me.
“Almost there,” he said. “No peeking.”
Judging by the uneven ground beneath my boots, and the feathery brush of something against my knees, I estimated that we were somewhere off the main road, wading through a field of tall grass.
“Do I get a hint?” I asked.
“It’s outside,” Ironside replied with a wry note in his voice.
I huffed.
“Thank you, dear. I already figured out that part.”
He chuckled. I tripped over something—a rock, or a patch of loose dirt—and stumbled into his chest.
“I’ve got you,” Ironside said, locking an arm around my waist to steady me. “I won’t let you fall.”
I leaned into him, taking a moment to soak up the strength and solidity of him. Ironside always had a calming effect on me. When I was stressed or anxious after a bad day, he would open his arms to me and I could stay there, wrapped up in his embrace, as long as I needed to.
“Since your parents are coming to visit us for Christmas,” he said. “I wanted to make a good impression. So, I thought I’d surprise you with an early wedding gift.”
“Reuben,” I chided softly. “You don’t have to do that. My parents are going to love you because I love you.”
He made a skeptical noise.
“That’s sweet of you to say, petal. But I’m older than you by several years, and an outlaw biker. Meanwhile, you’re beautiful, kind, and a successful business woman. Your parents have every right to question whether you’re ruining your life for hot sex.”
I laughed.
“We’ve been dating for months—we’re engaged—and we still technically haven’t had sex."
We were close though. Very close. The customized dilators that Ironside had given me worked like magic. He could comfortably finger me now with no pain. Which was an incredible improvement, considering how bad it used to be when we were first dating.
By the time our wedding night arrived, I was really hoping to be fully prepared for proper sex with my new husband.
“Wait,” I said as understanding dawned on me. “Are you…nervous…to meet my parents?”
Ironside hesitated.
“No. Of course not.”
“Liar,” I said, poking him in the chest.
“Fine,” he relented. “Maybe a little.”
I slid my arms around his middle, nuzzling into his neck. He always smelled so good and I wished I could stay like this for days and days.
“You have nothing to worry about,” I said.
A pause lingered in the air. I pried the blindfold off to meet Ironside’s gaze.
“What if your parents don’t approve?” he asked.
I shrugged.
“Then it’s a good thing I’m the one marrying you. Not them.”
He hummed in thought, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
“Are you sure you don’t want to marry some boring fucker with a desk job?”
I snorted.
“That’s exactly the kind of guy I tried to date, and it never ended well. As it turns out, the bad boy was the only one who was interested in sticking around.”
A pleased smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.
“Bad boy, huh?”
I grinned, snuggling closer against him.
“You do bring out my wild side.”
He swore under his breath, sliding his hands down to cup my ass. I felt his cock twitch to life in his jeans.
“Fuck, petal, don’t talk like that,” he growled. “I’m trying to give you a wholesome moment here, so you can brag about me to your parents when they visit.”
“I’ve been bragging about you for months already,” I protested. “And I don’t even know where we are—”
Lifting my head, I glanced around to find that we were in a meadow, surrounded by towering trees. Brilliant blue sky spread out above us. And in the distance, I could just make out the mountain range, capped with a dusting of snow. There were no buildings or manmade structures of any kind.
It was a lovely, secluded place, but I couldn’t see any reason why Ironside had brought us here.
“On our second date,” he said. “You mentioned running your own flower farm one day. So, I thought I’d look around town for available land.”
Our second date. He remembered that? It was just a passing comment.
My breath lodged in my throat and I gripped his forearm with excitement.
“Are you serious?”
He nodded, gesturing to the field.
“Twenty acres, if you want it.”
Releasing my grip on Ironside, I raced into the field as my mind swirled with visions of what I could do with so much space.
There was room for a greenhouse. And a shade garden or a moon garden under the trees.
And I could plant row upon row of flowers. Dahlias the size of dinner plates. Fragrant lilies. Elegant irises. And roses. So many roses. In pink and red and purple and cream and…
I spun around to face Ironside. He crossed his tattooed forearms, fondness crinkling at the corners of his eyes.
“What do you think?” he prompted. “Say the word, and it’s yours.”
A knot of emotion formed in my throat. I couldn’t believe it. After waiting so long, I was finally madly in love with the man I was going to marry in the spring.
“I think you’re going to make me a very happy wife,” I said.
He chuckled and pulled his phone from his cut pocket, dialing a number.
“Hey, yeah, I’m calling back about that land you’re selling. My lady said yes.”
I bounced on my toes, lightheaded with excitement. I could barely contain myself as Ironside talked on the phone for a few more minutes, then hung up and held his hand out to me.
“It’s done. We have to sign paperwork tomorrow to seal the deal, but I made a down payment to secure the land in your name. Lena’s Flower Farm is officially underway.”
I flung my arms around his neck. He stumbled back a few steps to catch his balance in the onslaught of my enthusiasm, and he laughed against my mouth when I kissed him.
“I can’t fucking wait to marry you,” he murmured.
A blush warmed my cheeks in the cool mountain air.
“Well, I’ve heard you’re a patient man. So, you have to hold out until spring. But…” I paused as I opened his cut, unbuttoning his shirt. “We can practice being husband and wife until then.”
Ironside’s pupils darkened. I reached down between us, palming his cock. He twitched against my hand.
“Fuck, Lena—” he rasped.
I grinned, unbuckling his belt and dragging the zipper of his fly down. Slipping my hand inside his jeans, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, teasing at the head with my thumb. He groaned, low and deep in his throat, thrusting into my grip.
Glancing up at him, I held Ironside’s gaze as I sank to my knees, pulling his jeans down. His cock stood proud and stiff, pulsing with every pump of his heart. I dragged my tongue along his length, swirling around the crown.
Ironside plunged his hand into my hair with a growl of appreciation, tugging lightly. I closed my lips around the head of his cock, sucking him down, cupping his balls in the process. His muscles strained, his breathing ragged.
I loved seeing him like this—aroused and hard and falling apart because of me. It never failed to make my own ache of need throb between my thighs.
Fumbling at the button on my jeans, I slipped my hand inside my pants and found my pussy was slick already. I couldn’t resist circling my clit, tracing those sensitive spots that made my pleasure burn hot and bright through my veins.
Ironside noticed what I was doing, and he surged in my grip even harder.
“That’s it, petal,” he said. “Touch yourself while you suck me off. I want you good and wet for me when I eat you out.”
Before I realized what I was doing, I slid one finger lower until I found the warm heat of my entrance. Then I pushed in, slowly, carefully. It pinched a little, but not enough to make me stop. I gasped at the sensation, gently stretching my pussy open as I licked and sucked on his cock.
“You’re such a good fucking girl, sweetheart,” Ironside said, his voice husky. The tendons in his neck stood out in stark relief as his orgasm barrelled closer. “Wrapping those pretty lips around me. Teasing me with your tongue.”
Hearing his praise spurred me on even more. I pumped my finger in and out of my pussy easily, with no pain, no burn. Then I eagerly added a second.
My rhythm faltered and I sucked in a sharp breath. An edge of pain sliced through me, but I waited until it faded.
Two fingers wasn’t even remotely close to Ironside’s girth. But I didn’t care.
“I want you inside me,” I said, gazing up at him.
Ironside blew out a gust of air, his cock glistening with my saliva, hard as steel in my grip.
“Are you sure? There’s lube in my saddlebags.”
I nodded, even though a bubble of anxiety grew in my stomach.
Our previous attempts at penetration usually required plenty of foreplay and lots of lube.
Ironside kept spare bottles of lube everywhere—in his car, in his saddlebags, even sneaking a few into my purse.
Even if all he did was finger me, lube still helped.
But this time, I was too impatient to do as much foreplay as usual. The pink diamond engagement ring on my finger flashed in the sunlight as I stroked his cock. I really wanted him. Now.
“I think I’m wet enough as it is,” I offered.
Ironside arched an eyebrow.
“Then let me see.”
I settled back against the grass as he stripped my jeans and panties down to my ankles. The cool air felt scandalous against my overheated skin. I gasped as he caressed my pussy, paying extra attention to my clit, before finally hooking two fingers inside me.
“Fuck, you really are soaked,” he said.
Biting my lower lip with anticipation, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His cock jutted up, red and thick and swollen. He rested one palm on my inner thigh, massaging my walls, with his sleeves rolled up to expose his tattooed forearms.
My future husband was smoking hot.