Bonus Epilogue
Brock
I haven’t seen Willow since yesterday morning, and it’s starting to gnaw at me.
She had to work late at Moore’s Restaurant—her family’s place that’s been a fixture in town for as long as I can remember.
The dinner rush must’ve been brutal because she was too exhausted to make it back to my place afterward.
Instead, she retreated to her small apartment, which is practically bursting at the seams with all her stuff.
My girl has a knack for collecting things—books, knickknacks, clothes—everything that barely fits into the tiny apartment she rents from her older brother, Oliver.
Since we’ve been together, it’s rare for her to stay at her place.
We usually end up here, tangled in each other, her presence filling every corner of my condo.
So when I waited up for her last night and she didn’t show, it hit me hard—I can’t sleep well without her beside me anymore.
All night, I kept reaching out, only to find the empty space where she should’ve been.
Now, another workday has come and gone, and I’m man enough to admit that I fucking miss her. It’s more than just missing her company—it’s like there’s a piece of me missing too.
For the past half hour, I’ve been pacing around the living room of my condo, the silence almost unbearable as I wait for her to walk through the door.
Every creak, every shift in the shadows outside, makes my heart race, hoping it’s her.
I’m restless, anxious, counting down the seconds until she’s back where she belongs—with me.
My condo is the complete opposite of Willow’s apartment.
Hers is small and in need of some major TLC, but mine is far from that.
I take pride in my home and paid good money to have an interior designer do all the work for me because while I can brew a badass beer, I can’t design for shit.
My condo is in downtown Magnolia Ridge. It’s a stunning, modern space that perfectly reflects me.
The large, open-concept living area is framed by floor-to-ceiling windows, offering breathtaking views of downtown.
Natural light floods the space during the day, highlighting the sleek, polished hardwood floors and high ceilings.
The living room is furnished with a mix of contemporary and classic pieces, including a large, plush sectional sofa in a deep charcoal gray and a wooden coffee table with minimalist lines.
The walls are decorated with a few carefully selected pieces of art, each one adding a splash of color and personality to the room.
The kitchen, which opens into the living area, is a chef’s dream.
Griffin helped out in this part of the design.
It features state-of-the-art stainless steel appliances, custom cabinetry, and a large marble island with bar seating.
The countertops are a pristine white quartz, and the backsplash is a subtle, yet sophisticated, mosaic of muted grays and blues.
The master bedroom, my favorite space, is a sanctuary of comfort and style.
A king-sized bed with a tufted headboard sits against one wall, with crisp, white linens and a collection of plush pillows.
Large windows provide a panoramic view of downtown, and heavy drapes can be drawn for privacy.
The en-suite bathroom is equally luxurious, with a deep soaking tub, a glass-enclosed rain shower, and dual sinks set into a marble vanity.
There are two more bedrooms and another bathroom, all similar in style with a blend of modern elegance and warmth.
I’ve always loved this place, but now it feels like so much more. It feels like a home. Like a nest where Willow and I dream of our future together. Not to mention we have had sex in every room and on just about every surface of this place.
The sound of the door opening catches my attention and I move quickly toward it. Willow walks through the threshold and before the door is even closed, my lips are on hers.
“Miss me?” she jokes, a playful grin on her lips as she drops her purse onto the small table by the front door. The familiar clink of her keys and the soft thud of her bag hitting the wood send a wave of relief washing over me, grounding me in the reality that she’s finally here.
“More than I should probably admit,” I confess, my voice rough with the weight of the hours we’ve spent apart.
She steps closer, her warmth radiating through the thin fabric of her jacket as she wraps her arms around me.
Her scent—something sweet and floral—fills my senses, pulling me into her orbit like a magnet.
She tilts her head up, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, and it’s like a spark ignites between us, setting every nerve ending in my body on fire.
My dick reacts instantly, straining against the zipper of my jeans, reminding me just how much I’ve missed her.
“I missed you just as much,” she whispers against my lips, her breath warm and inviting. There’s a vulnerability in her voice that tugs at something deep inside me, making me want to hold her even tighter.
I take a step back, pulling my shirt off and dropping it on the floor. “Dinner can wait, I can’t. I need you now, Willow. I’m aching for you.”
She reaches forward and unbuttons my jeans, trying to slip her hands inside, but I halt her movements, grabbing her wrists.
“As much as I want you on your knees with your mouth wrapped around my cock, I need this hard and fast. Being away from you is not good for me, Willow.” I lift her and carry her to the bedroom, placing her down in front of the bed. “Get that sexy sundress off, now.”
Her breathing has picked up and she does what I demand.
As she steps out of the dress, allowing it to pool at her feet, my jeans fall to the ground.
A possessive growl escapes me when I see she’s just wearing panties and nothing else.
Her nipples are a hard invitation that I accept without words.
I pull her to me and wrap my lips around one of her nipples while I pinch the other.
“Fuck,” she groans, rubbing her center against my straining cock.
I suck and bite on her tits, leaving small marks as a reminder when she looks down at herself. She moans as she holds onto me tighter, digging her nails into the flesh on my back.
As I continue my assault on her tits, I slide my hands down and rip her panties off her, causing her to cry out in both shock and excitement. My fingers slip between her legs and I’m greeted by her dripping, wet pussy.
I hiss and pull back to look into her gorgeous blue eyes. “You need me as badly as I need you, don’t you?”
“Yes, God, yes,” she cries out as I slowly toy with her clit.
“Get on the bed on your hands and knees,” I demand.
She doesn’t push me to get a punishment out of me like she sometimes likes to do. Sometimes she enjoys playing the brat. Not this time. This time we’re both greedy with need and desire.
As she climbs onto the bed, I pull my boxers off and my hard dick jets out. I wrap my hand around it, slowly pumping as I stand at the edge of the bed behind her.
“Fuck, seeing you in the position waiting for me is insanely hot,” I say, letting go of my cock and grabbing her hips.
I yank her to the edge of the bed and she yelps in surprise. My dick rubs against her wet folds as I reach forward and push on her upper back until her front half is flat on the bed.
“Please, Brock,” she cries out, pushing her ass back against me.
My fingers sink into her soft flesh as I position myself at her entrance, teasing her just a moment more. “Keep begging for it,” I growl.
“Brock, please, fuck me,” she shouts.
I slam into her, digging my fingers deeper into her ass.
“Fuck.”
“Yes,” she shouts.
I drive into her hard and fast, exactly how I know we both need it at this point. Her cries of pleasure echo around us as we move together.
Harder, faster, deeper.
Moaning, shouting, panting.
It’s everything I needed, everything I’ve been aching for since I saw her last.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Willow. I can’t go another day without being inside of you. It’s literally driving me mad,” I confess.
“Brock, don’t stop, fuck. I missed you so much. Oh God, I’m so close, don’t stop,” she moans, rocking back against me as her hands fist into the comforter.
“I’ll never stop. Never.”
My fingers are going to leave her bruised and the force of our fucking is going to leave her aching. This is the longest we’ve been apart since Vegas and it’s done something to me. Made me need to claim her in a different way.
“Oh Brock, I’m going to come,” she shouts.
“I feel you, baby. I feel your tight greedy pussy tightening on me. Let it go. Give me your release.”
I drive into her moving at a speed I didn’t even know I was capable of as I groan, trying to keep my orgasm from coming on first.
“Brock!”
“Fuck, yes. The sound of my name falling from your lips while you come on me will always be my favorite thing,” I moan.
Her release crashes over her and I continue to slam into her, causing it to go on and on. It’s also making it impossible for me to fight off my own release and I explode.
“Fuck, Willow,” I hiss.
We both ride out the waves of our orgasms before we collapse onto the bed. I pull her against me, holding her tight.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you too,” she says, wrapping herself around me.
“Damn, baby, I can’t do this.” She lifts her head, her eyes uncertain as they search mine.
“No,” I say, smiling as I claim her lips.
It’s slow and soft, the opposite of everything that just happened.
It’s us expressing our love. I break the kiss and rest my forehead against hers.
Her eyes are even more uncertain now. “What I meant is I can’t be away from you for this long again.
I want you here, all the time. Move in with me, Willow. ”
Tears fill her eyes as realization takes over her face. “Really?”
I press a soft kiss to her lips, smiling against them. “Yes, baby, really. I want this to be our home, not just my house.”
“Oh Brock, yes of course I’ll move in with you.”
I hold her closer, both of us tangled around each other, holding on tight. Holding on for this new adventure in our relationship.
“We’re going to be so happy here. I swear I’ll make sure of it.”
“I’m already happy. You make me happy.”
That’s exactly how I want it.
Every day.
Willow is the love of my life and we are getting our happily ever after.
“Who’s telling our families?” I ask.
“Not it,” we both rush out.
We laugh as I roll her onto her back, staring down at her gorgeous face. “I’ll tell them,” I say, smiling.
“Really?”
I nod, moving a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Yep.”
She narrows her eyes as she searches my face. “You agreed to that way too fast.”
I chuckle, pinning her hands above her head. “Because you’ll be the one to tell them we’re getting married.”
She laughs trying to squirm beneath me. “That’s fine, you’ll be the one to tell them when you get me pregnant.”
It’s all joking and fun, but it will all happen. I’m going to marry this girl and she is going to be the mother of my children. I don’t care who I have to tell. I’ll shout it from the damn rooftops.
I search her eyes and my heart slams against my chest. This girl is my everything. She’s my world.
Who says telling lies gets you in trouble because lying about being together brought us to this moment?
And I’d do it all over again.