Epilogue
Willow
“Can’t this wait until we get home?” I ask, raising a brow as he fiddles with his camera.
He just shakes his head. “I’m not that patient when it comes to you.”
Yeah… that sounds about right.
So much has changed over the past six months, and somehow, I've never been happier.
Don't get me wrong, there are still days when I miss my dad so much it feels unbearable and hard to ignore.
Anything sets me off crying like a baby, and then there are other days when I can breathe easier through the loss.
It's still there like a shadow, but it doesn't drag me under like an anchor anymore.
I've come to understand that we must find a way to keep going for the people we still have and enjoy life because you don’t know when it will be your last day.
Elijah has become such a huge part of my life. He makes me laugh without trying, pulls smiles out of me on days I don’t think I have any left, and somehow helps me see the beauty in things again.
With him, moving forward doesn't seem impossible anymore.
His family has helped so much, too, accepting us without a second thought. We go over most weekends for BBQs or game nights, which mostly end up with someone hitting Ezra.
“Anyone could walk in.”
“That’s where you're wrong,” he replies smoothly. “I gave everyone the day off, and you promised once you were healed, we could do this. You're all mine for the evening.”
I bite my lip, hesitation flickering for a second—it's quickly swallowed by the what curling low in my stomach. A promise is a promise… and truthfully, I want this as much as he does.
“Nobody's going to see them?”
He sets the camera down and stands in front of me. “Princess, there's no world where I’d let anyone see you like this.” he tucks my hair behind my ear. “You're mine, remember?”
“How could I forget?”
His thumb hooks lightly under my bottom lip, tugging it free. “And I’m all yours,” he adds, a small smile playing on his mouth.
Something in me shifts—confidence, heat, need—all of it building at once. Because I do want him. I always want him. I don’t think that feeling will ever go away.
“Till my last breath,” I whisper with love.
Something we say all the time now, and it's just stuck. I couldn't possibly love anyone else.
He moves back, picking the camera back up.
“Hop on the bike.”
I glance over my shoulder, his new black motorbike looking all shiny. Moving toward it, I swing a leg over the edge of the seat, settling myself with my back to the handlebars, the cool leather against my heated skin.
“So,” I say, tossing my hair back. “Which month will this be?”
He ponders for a moment. “I was thinking January, starting the new year with you in leather makes me embarrassingly hard.”
I shift slightly in my seat, anticipation coursing through me, the nerves from before completely gone.
My hands settle on my thighs. “How do you want me, sir?” I purr, just to push him a little because I love it when he loses control. Plus, he loves the nickname.
He adjusts the camera, his mouth twitching slightly.
“Careful, you know what that does to me.”
I bite back a grin. “That's kind of the point.”
His eyes darken, dragging slowly over me before settling. “Pull the leather down, let me see your tits first.”
Happily obeying him, I grip the top of the leather dress and drag it down my skin, inch by delicious inch, letting the tension stretch as he watches with a predatory gaze. The material settles underneath my breasts, showing him my now healed pierced nipples, and the cool air kisses my skin.
The green catches the light, and I can't wait for him to see that they match his other favourite piercing.
“You are so fucking beautiful. How did I get so lucky?” Awe threads through his voice.
“Just by being you,” I reply sincerely, enjoying the way his eyes drink me in. “Or it could be the coconut lattes and strawberry Twizzlers you always feed me.”
I giggle at his failed attempt to look stern. He always comments on my sweet tooth, but he ultimately loses the argument when I bring up his love for chocolate.
“Something tells me it's the latter.”
We both know that isn't true.
“What’s next?” I change the subject, eager to get a move on.
“Pull the dress up till it sits round your hips. I want to see everything.”
Thank God I had a wax done for this.
Lifting myself, I pull the dress up, congratulating myself silently that I decided not to wear knickers today for this. Makes it so much easier.
I suck in a breath as I sit back down, knowing I’m already wet for him and it's most likely leaking on the seat now.
From this angle, with the bike's flat seat beneath me, he has a perfect view, and I can see how much he loves it from the tremble in his fingers as they hover over the capture button.
“I can see how wet you are already.” he licks his lips with a hunger we share for each other.
“Are you turned on?” he continues, and I jerkily nod, hands braced behind me, arching toward him, letting him see exactly what he wants.
I am so turned on, it's ridiculous.
“Don't worry, I’ll fill you with my cum soon.”
Before I can beg him to do it now and screw the pictures, he raises the camera and clicks. The sharp sound barely registers over the rapid beat of my pulse.
“Perfect,” he husks, snapping a few more.
I don't miss the moment an idea flashes in his gaze as he looks over. He grabs something from his bag, and my stomach tightens, curiosity and anticipation curling low.
He hands me the Twiizzler with a devilish smirk. “Put it inside you.”
I don't hesitate, I trail it down instinctively, already following his guidance. As I glide it over myself, a shiver rolls through me, and a small gasp leaves me. He tuts, unimpressed.
“Slide it into your hole, princess,” he commands, voice rougher now, possessive, and I submit to him entirely. The thrill of giving him exactly what he wants sets my body alight.
I slide it inside me, moaning softly, waiting for his next command.
“Good girl. Spread it over your lips and give it a proper suck. We know how good you are at that.”
He winks.
I keep my eyes locked on his, heart hammering, pussy throbbing as I wet my lips with my slick, then slide it onto my tongue, sucking it, imagining it was his dick instead.
He's breathing heavier now; the sexual tension between us is taut and electric, as if it's about to snap like a rubber band. Everything in me longs for him to take me on his bike.
I’m so close, and he hasn't even touched me.
Elijah takes my wrist with gentleness, pulling it away, and claims my lips in a deep, filthy kiss. Desire roars through me, and every nerve inside me comes alive just for him.
Yes, yes, yes. Don't stop.
But of course, he does.
“You taste so sweet.”
His fingers find my clit and rub once, twice before moving aside.
“Lie back and keep the sweet in your mouth.” He's back into professional mode as he guides me, my back hitting the leather, the dress riding up higher, fully exposing me.
I wait, breath hitching, listening to him move before he appears above me, camera in hand again.
“Look at you on display for me. My seat is soaked. Such a dirty girl, aren't you?” he clicks a few more shots, but I can feel my patience snapping, my body screaming for more.
My nerves are singing with a desperate, growing desire for him.
“What's wrong, princess. Do you need me?”
“Yes, please, sir,” I beg, words tripping over themselves. “Please… fuck me… make a mess of me… just do something!”
He doesn't answer me.
Suddenly, he's there, gripping me, pulling me up, biting the other end of the sweet that's between my teeth as he works at the waistband of his jeans.
“I’m going to fill you so deep you'll be dripping for days.”
My mouth drops open, and he smirks, taking my jaw, tongue dragging messily over my lips.
“And later I’m going to fuck your tits and come all over them, write my name on your skin, mark you as mine.”
I cry out as he drives into me, refusing to let me adjust, yet I’m wet enough that it doesn't even matter as he makes himself home.
He ruts into me with the untamed, feral energy that always leaves me breathless.
His grip is on my neck, tightening ever so slightly while the other digs at my ass, teasing me mercilessly.
His finger circles around the mess I've made, then slips inside my other tight hole that he loves to play with.
“Fuck, Elijah. Don't stop… don't ever stop,” I choke out, words fading as he doesn't slow down, hitting something deep inside me that makes me shut my eyes with ecstasy.
I can't hold onto anything else but him, tugging at the back of his hair, my nails dragging as we move together, bodies snapping in rhythm.
That familiar, all-consuming heat builds fast, overtaking my body.
“Choke my cock, baby.”
I’m so close.
“Come—” he thrusts deep. “—for me—” he groans, driving harder with another powerful thrust. “—now.”
I clamp down around him, tense and trembling, just as his hand tightens on my throat for a heartbeat, then releases, timing it perfectly with the scream of my release.
From somewhere outside the haze, two voices echo at the same time. "Hey guys... oh shit."
Elijah curses under his breath, burying his face into my shoulder, and I feel him spill inside me, every drop claiming me as his.
I widen my eyes when I see Quinn and Ezra in the doorway—the door that was supposed to be locked. The two idiots look rather pleased with themselves.
Oh my god, kill me now.
I tighten my hold on Elijah, feeling him tense and shudder from his intense release that’s just been rudely interrupted. “Do you guys not knock?” I squeak out in embarrassment, trying and failing to cover myself.
“We did,” Quinn smirks shamelessly, leaning against the wall as Ezra rubs his eyes, like he's trying to see if this is all his imagination.
“I don't know if I need to remember this forever or burn it from my mind.”
Quinn peers at him, “Why would you want to forget this?”
“That’s my brother, idiot.” he grins at me. “But Willow does have great tits.”
Elijah presses a hot kiss to my neck, slips out and quickly sorts himself before throwing them both a furious glare. “Look somewhere else before you lose your sight altogether,” he threatens, mainly at his brother.
I slide off, straightening my dress, my cheeks warm from more than just embarrassment.
Quinn wiggles her brows at me. “Babe, that's three of the Lawson brothers who've seen your boobies now, just two more to go.”
I twist my lips as I narrow my eyes at her.
She was supposed to keep that to herself.
Elijah catches my glare, brows furrowed. “What is she talking about?”
God sake. Why am I still friends with her?
If I had a jar for every time I questioned my friendship with her, I’d be rich by now—living somewhere warm and far away, sipping cocktails while avoiding this exact conversation.
I hope she has warm pillows through the whole of summer, the snitch.
“Okay,” I say quickly, hoping to salvage this. “There was nobody else that day I went to get them pierced… except Emmet.”
Elijah freezes. “Are you kidding me?”
“Look, you know what Emmet is like. He was very professional and hated people. He's your brother,” I trail off. “Anyway, he was too busy arguing with the book thief over there.”
He points at Ezra, who's grinning away like a Cheshire cat. “He's my brother, too, and he flirts with you nonstop.”
“He’d flirt with a bloody lamp post if it could compliment him.”
His eyes crinkle. “Touche.”
Quinn just rolls her shoulders as she comes up beside me. “Emmet is a grumpy asshole anyway, with his dick lodged so far up his ass I’m surprised he can't taste his own cum.”
We all stare at her.
Did she really just say that?
I shouldn't even be surprised.
It's Quinn after all.
“I would love to know what goes on inside that head of yours,” I mutter, tapping her temple.
“It's so much fun in here.” She flashes me a wicked grin before winking at Elijah. “He would love it.”
Elijah's face hardens. “We all know she's mine, so I’m not even entertaining that.”
I love it when he gets all possessive.
He shifts his attention to Ezra. “What was so urgent that you felt the need to barge in here without knocking?”
Ezra drags a hand over the back of his neck, clearly backtracking before jolting straight. “Fuck. It's Aria. She's gone into labour.”
“What? Why wasn't that the first thing to come out of your mouth?”
“In my defence… your boobs were very distracting.”
I scoff, folding my arms.
Elijah, who's had enough, drives a fist right into Ezra's shoulder.
Hard.
Ouch.
I need to get to the hospital.
I've grown really close to Aria—closer than I expected. Between teaching Millie's ballet class, the time we spend together outside the studio, and family gatherings, she's become… important.
It's mad to think I have two close friends now when I grew up having none.
When she asked me to be the godmother of her son, I cried—fully, embarrassingly, and uncontrollably.
And I promised her when the time came, I’d be there. Especially since Elliot falls apart the second she is in pain.
“Someone needs to take me to the hospital,” I say urgently.
“I’ll take you. Ez can lock up.”
“Aw, what—” Ezra starts, then visibly rethinks his entire existence when Elijah levels him with a look. “Yeah. Right, I’ll handle it.”
“I suppose I’ll help,” Quinn adds, waving a hand dismissively. “Go. And maybe change first before you accidentally flash the whole hospital, and Daddy Elijah needs to kill everyone.”
She disappears before I can argue about her big mouth, leaving me with Elijah.
His hand closes around my arm, pulling me straight into his chest. My breath stutters, but I tilt my chin up anyway as his lips ghost my ear.
“I hope you're ready for your punishment tonight, princess.”
I huff softly, feigning innocence. “I did nothing wrong.”
“You kept it from me.”
“I simply forgot.”
“Keep lying; it'll just add to how many strikes you will receive. They saw what's mine,” he nips my ear and pulls back. “So I’m going to remind you who exactly you belong to.”
A thrill shoots through me.
He smirks. “Tonight I want to find you in our bedroom, naked and bent over our bed, waiting for me.” he looks over my shoulder. “Now, let's go before I start early and give them a show.”
He grabs his keys and strides out toward his car like he hasn't just completely undone me.
Yeah, tonight will be fun.