Epilogue
Lucy
“Can I look yet?”
“Not yet,” Leo says from behind me. “Keep those eyes closed.”
I bite back a smile. Despite how much I want to see what’s going on, I keep my eyes shut.
I hear a soft noise to the side. Maybe dishes tapping?
“Okay. You can open your eyes now.”
When I do, I gasp. “Oh my god! Leo!”
I’m standing in the living room of my parents’ house. My house.
Everything’s the same as I left it when I was last here, just a few days ago. Except now there’s a candlelight dinner on a picnic blanket in the middle of the floor.
I turn to Leo, who’s standing next to me. I’m smiling so hard, my cheeks ache.
He grins. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Luce.”
I grab his face and kiss him until he’s moaning against my mouth. When we break apart, he grabs my hand, and we sit down on the blanket.
“This is the best surprise ever,” I say.
Leo unpacks the basket and hands me a wrapped-up sandwich. I recognize it immediately from that twenty-four-hour sandwich place we went to months ago.
My stomach growls as I unwrap it. “You got me the big daddy.” I bite into the massive sandwich, which is packed with chicken strips and mozzarella sticks, covered in vodka sauce.
“You mentioned you were craving it the other day.”
He takes a bite of his Italian sub. I look at the dozen tea lights dotted throughout the living room and the small vase of Gerbera daisies in the middle of the blanket.
“I thought it would be nice to celebrate at your house,” Leo says. “You finally got it back, and I know you want to spend as much time as you can here before you rent it out.”
Richard finally moved out at the end of December. Since he left, I’ve been spending most of my free time here. I’ve been cleaning it up and decorating it. I spent the night in my old bedroom a few times too.
“It’s nice to have my home back,” I say softly. I glance up at the oil painting of my favorite family photo—the one that Leo surprised me with for Christmas. He helped me hang it over the fireplace a couple of weeks ago.
“Thank you for all you did to help me get it back,” I say.
His smile is warm as he gazes at me. He leans forward and kisses me. I offer him some of my sandwich.
“When does Gabriella move in with her family?” Leo asks.
“Beginning of March.”
I smile, thinking about how Mr. and Mrs. Poulos’s daughter’s family will be living here.
As happy as I was to have my parents’ house, I knew it wouldn’t be realistic for me to move back in right now.
It’s way too big for just me to live there.
And since I work at Hollis U and the diner, I want to keep living with Leo since his house is so close by.
When I was over shoveling the driveway a few weeks ago, I was visiting with Mr. and Mrs. Poulos. They were talking about how crowded their house was with their daughter’s family and how she was pregnant with baby number two. And it hit me: I should rent my house to them.
They were thrilled when I suggested it. It was the perfect solution. Their daughter’s family will have more room for her growing family while remaining close by. And this will generate income for me to help pay for the upkeep of the house and property taxes.
“They move in right before we go to Montreal to meet your dad’s family,” Leo says.
Excitement bubbles up inside of me. “I can’t wait.”
I emailed them at the beginning of the year. I was nervous to see how they’d react, but they were so kind in their message and eager to meet me. We FaceTimed a couple of times, and they invited me to visit for a week in March during Spring Break.
“I can’t believe I’m meeting my dad’s family,” I say softly. “I’m nervous. What if they think I’m weird?”
Leo grabs my hand and gives me a soft squeeze. “They’re going to love you.”
Those nerves firing off inside of me ease. I’m so glad he’s coming with me.
I take another bite of my sandwich.
“Are you sad that we’re not having Cheesecake Factory for our Valentine’s Day picnic?” Leo teases.
“Not at all. I had my fill of it yesterday.”
Leo took me there for my birthday dinner yesterday. When I couldn’t choose between two different cheesecake flavors, he made me order both.
A warm and fuzzy feeling swoops through me. I have the most thoughtful and generous boyfriend in the world.
I set my sandwich down, the ache inside of me deepening with each passing second. I crawl over to his side of the blanket and straddle him.
He quirks up an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his earthy brown eyes.
“Do you want your Valentine’s gift now?” I ask.
He nods. I stand up between his legs, then pull off my top, revealing a lacy, red bra. His eyes pop out of his head.
“Oh, shit…” he mutters.
“That’s just part one,” I say.
I slide off my jeans, revealing a matching thong. A hungry look flashes in his eyes as he rakes his gaze all over my body.
“Do you like it?”
He doesn’t answer me. He just stands up, grabs me by the waist, and leads me over to the couch.
I’m giggling as he sets me down. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I say through a laugh.
He makes a rough, growling sound before kneeling between my legs and pushing my thighs open.
He runs his knuckles over my clit, and my laugh dies in my throat.
My pussy pulses. “Oh…”
He licks me roughly outside of my thong. He goes slow, dragging his tongue over my clit, then sucking on it over the lace.
I tug my fingers through his hair, whimpering. “Wait,” I whimper.
He stops and leans away.
“Don’t you want part two of your gift?” I ask, breathing hard.
He makes an impatient noise, his face flushed. I bite back a smile and pull the surprise from my bag next to the couch.
When Leo sees my vibrator, his gaze darkens.
I flip it on and press it against my clit, whimpering. “Part two of your present is you get to watch me play with myself.”
He rests his hands on my knees, then gently pushes my thighs wider.
“You’re so naughty, making me watch,” he growls, then kisses along my inner thighs.
I shiver at his hot breath on my skin. “You love it.”
His fingers dig into my thighs, his face just inches away from my pussy.
“Fuck yeah, Luce. Press your toy to your clit. Make that pretty pussy ache.”
Heat simmers in my core, and my legs start to shake. I’m not gonna last long with him talking dirty and bossing me around.
My head falls back on the couch, and my chest heaves as my breathing gets more ragged.
“Bump up the speed on your vibrator,” he orders.
I cry out as the sensation gets even more intense.
He presses his teeth softly against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, then licks me. I gaze down at him, taking in the dark and hungry look in his eyes as he stares at my pussy. His jaw bulges.
He exhales sharply. “Fuck, I can’t take this.”
He buries his face in my pussy, licking me roughly, his tongue working in tandem with my vibrator.
That build-up of pleasure and pressure inside of me crests. A minute passes of him tonguing my pussy with my vibrator on my clit. Then he bumps away my vibrator, pulls the lace of my panties to the side, and sucks on my clit.
The edges of my control slip away completely. Climax hits, and I cry out.
With my free hand, I pull on his hair and grind against his mouth. Pleasure washes over me in unending waves. My entire body trembles and thrashes. I scream so loud, my throat aches.
I drop my vibrator as I start to come down. He dusts sweet, soft kisses along my inner thighs.
“Best Valentine’s gift ever,” he murmurs.
He stands up and unzips his pants. His cock falls out, and I gaze up, mesmerized. I’ll never get tired of looking at his dick.
I grab the base and pump him in my hand while I suck on the head, moaning softly at the sweet tang of precum.
Above me, he curses, then he makes a rough noise. I smile around him, pleased at how desperate he sounds when I take him in my mouth.
After a minute, he gently pulls me off.
“I need to be inside you, Luce.”
He rolls on a condom.
When I start to take off my bra, he shakes his head. “That stays on. I wanna fuck you while you’re wearing that sexy-as-hell lingerie.”
I grin, giddy at the feral look in his eyes as he stares at me.
A second later, he’s back on his knees between my legs. He pulls down the cups of my bra and runs his tongue over my nipples. He alternates between sucking and licking and softly biting me.
My nipples are super sensitive, so I feel it all over my body. My skin is tingling, I’m hot all over, and my clit is throbbing like crazy again.
I tug on the hem of his shirt, and he pulls it over his head. I run my hands all over his chiseled chest. My hungry gaze soaks in all those hard lines and stacked muscles. I can’t get enough of his body. My boyfriend is so damn hot.
His pants are still half-on when he pushes his cock inside of me. I cry out, my pussy tensing around his thickness.
“Look at you taking all of my cock. Such a good girl.”
I wrap my arms around him and bite his shoulder.
“That’s it, Luce. Get rough with me.”
I bite harder; he thrusts faster, sinking deeper inside of me.
I cry out, savoring the way he stretches me out. The pleasure inside of me builds, intensifying with each passing second.
He fucks me slow and deep, dusting soft kisses on my neck and shoulder.
“Oh, fuck, Luce. You feel like heaven. Every single time.”
My heart skids in my chest at his rasped words.
He cups my cheek and makes me look at him. I tense around his dick, knowing what’s coming.
“Look me in the eye when you come,” he growls.
It never fails. Every time he tells me that, I hurtle toward the edge.
He teases his thumb over my clit, massaging with the perfect amount of pressure.
The heat and pleasure boil over. A second later, I explode.
I look at him as long as I can, but it’s only a couple of seconds because then my eyes roll back. I can’t help it. This orgasm is too powerful. It claims all of my body. Pleasure rockets through me, making my toes curl and my skin catch fire.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come,” he whispers into my ear.
He kisses the hinge of my jaw and the side of my neck. He bites my shoulder. “Look at you, coming so hard for me, all over my cock. Good fucking girl.”
His sweet praise combined with the unending pleasure rolling through my body is too much for me to handle.
I slump against him, trembling and panting.
“I love you so much, Luce,” he says in that rough, gravelly voice.
Seconds later, he breaks. He buries his face in the side of my neck and comes with a growl.
He stays like that for a minute, holding me, his mouth against my skin, his breath hot and wet.
When he leans back, I take in the dazed look in his beautiful brown eyes.
“I love you,” I say as I kiss his mouth.
We lie down on the couch. He wraps his arms around me, and I cuddle his chest. He runs his fingertips softly up and down my back. I close my eyes, relishing this perfect moment.
After a while, my stomach growls. Above me, he chuckles and kisses the top of my head.
“You’d better finish your sandwich,” he says.
When we start to get up, his phone buzzes, but he ignores it. But then it keeps buzzing.
“Let me get rid of that.”
When he picks up his phone, he frowns at the screen. Then his eyes go wide. “Oh, shit,” he mutters.
“What’s wrong?”
He doesn’t say anything at first. He just keeps staring at his phone.
“Coach Sawyer just took a sudden leave of absence.”
“What? Wait, what does that mean?”
“It means he’s not our coach anymore. Coach Tremblay is the new interim coach of the Hollis U men’s hockey team.”
I look at Leo, shocked. “What happened?”
He shakes his head. “No clue. But we’ll find out soon.”
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