Bonus Epilogue Four
Daemon
The sound of Gianna’s soft giggle as we enter the cabin brings back memories of the first night we spent together. I can’t help the way being with this woman makes me smile all the damn time.
Why did I try to fight this connection? We deserve to be happy and see where this love takes us.
Grabbing her hand, I spin her around and around until she stumbles a bit, and her chest collides with mine. A genuine smile lights up her entire face when she looks up at me. “Did you seriously just twirl me?”
“I did, and you absolutely failed to follow my lead,” I laugh, steadying her with my hands on her waist.
Shaking her head, she saunters to the table in the corner of the living room, her hips swaying with each step she takes. “You married men are crazy in the most boring way possible.”
“I’m not married,” I correct her.
“You aren’t married yet…” She smiles at me over her shoulder, and that simple look says more than she likely meant to share with me.
The fact that she’s thinking about marrying me after three months together sums up our relationship.
Everything about us has been fast paced, but I’m so fucking happy that I don’t even care.
She moved in with me after the Stanley Cup win, a whole six weeks after we officially started dating.
Some might say this is all happening too fast, but it’s my life.
I’m grasping onto everything I can with this girl.
Gianna kicks off her heels, grabbing hold of the wall for support. I’m surprised she’s been able to keep them on the entire night after the number of drinks she had. I shouldn’t be shocked, because I remember how easily I used to put them away when I was her age.
When her eyes meet mine, there’s a fire in her dark, tawny irises. I shake my head and smile at her. “Not yet. I want to talk about you dancing on the bar when I was in the restroom.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” There’s a hint of dismissal in her clipped response, but she’s not getting off that easily.
“You climbed up on the bar without even using one of the bar stools.” I cross my arms over my chest and lean my back against the wooden door. “Which I believe, seeing as I’ve watched you do it before.”
“Allegedly…” She points her finger at me as she says it, as if I’m just going to let this go.
I chuckle, “Multiple people recall the exact same events. I believe the song playing at the time of the crime was Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry.”
“It’s all hear-say if you ask me.” Gianna shrugs, slowly crossing the room until she’s once again in front of me. “I’m not even sure I know that song.”
“Oh, my sweet demon of chaos,” I laugh, causing her to glare at me. “I know for a fact that you know the song well.”
“Priori assumption,” she shouts before bursting into a fit of giggles. Since Gianna started preparing for law school in the fall, she’s been throwing legal terminology into daily conversations.
“Chaos, there’s also been a video of the offense submitted into evidence,” I tease her with legal jargon.
Her eyes roll so far back in her head that I’m convinced she just gave herself a headache. “Of course there is. Did you like watching me shake my ass? How many times did you watch me move the way that drives you crazy?”
“I loved every second of it. Though, I am wondering why you waited until I was out of the room to start dancing the way you only do for me.” I drop my arms to my sides. “I loved it so much that I even had Britt send me a copy for my own personal use.”
“You are such a dirty old man.” She bites her lip in a failed attempt to hide her smile.
“You are chaos in a hot little body.” My hands glide down her ribs, over the dip at her waist, and around her curvy hips.
“That's not exactly an insult.” Her words are a mixture of sass and sexy with that little moan at the end.
“Were we insulting each other? I thought we were just stating facts,” I whisper against her ear before nipping at her lobe.
Gianna takes one of my wandering hands and places it on her cheek, a rare vulnerability in her eyes. “I love you.”
“Fuck, Chaos,” I whisper, pressing my forehead to hers, my hands tangling in her hair. “I love you so fucking much. I even love all your crazy.”
She crashes her lips to mine, and whatever restraint I had left vanishes at the feel of her mouth. My tongue delves between her lips, tangling with hers.
I grab her, hands sliding down her bare back, loving the way the back of this dress dips just above her round ass. She tastes like champagne and sugar, a delicious mix of our dessert before the end of the reception.
Her hands fist my suit jacket like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go. She should know by now that the only place I want to be is wherever she is.
We stagger backward, knocking into the wall and a weirdly placed table in the living room. She laughs against my mouth, and I can’t fight back my own smile.
“Bedroom,” I groan into her mouth before tasting her with another sweep of my tongue. “Right fucking now, Chaos.”
Gianna breaks the kiss, and the naughty look in her eyes tells me she has a wicked plan. “I have a better idea.”
I bark out a laugh when she rips off my jacket. “Are you going to elaborate, or are you going to make me guess?”
“Take off your shirt, Daemon,” she breathes, fighting to undo the buttons on my dress shirt.
My girl is so impatient to get fucked tonight that she can’t seem to work the buttons.
After watching her struggle for another few seconds, she lets out a sound that can only be described as a growl before glaring at me. “I need your shirt off now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I whisper, grabbing hold of my shirt and tearing it open. The sound of buttons clattering against the wooden floor echoes in the room.
“Fuck, that was hot.” Then, her lips are on mine again. She pulls me with her as our kiss turns sloppy, but we aren’t moving toward the bedroom. We’re headed toward the door to the porch.
Breaking the kiss, I ask between my panting breaths, “Where are we going?”
Gianna ignores my question and reaches for the straps of her dress. When she slips them off her shoulders, the silky dress glides down her body until it lands in a pool on the floor.
Standing before me in nothing but a thong, her round, perky tits on full display, my girl looks like a fucking goddess. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
She pushes my torn shirt off my shoulders and scans my shoulders, chest, and abs. “So are you, old man.”
I close the small gap between our bodies, loving the feel of her nipples brushing against my stomach. Looking down, my eyes meet hers, and even in the dim light, I can see her blown pupils. “Tell me what you want, Gianna.”
“I want you to fuck me up against the railing on the porch.” She radiates a confidence that I don’t feel when she speaks.
“You are aware that Britt and Kai’s cabin is thirty feet to the right of our cabin, correct?” I raise a brow, questioning her suggestion.
“Kai is going to be busy fucking his wife,” she justifies.
“Kai and Britt aren’t married.”
“They are, but that doesn’t matter.” She shakes her head and continues, “They will be too busy to notice us.”
“What about Sage and Maxton? They are the same distance on the other side of us.”
“Likely making sweet love now that he probably knows he’s going to be a daddy.” She drops that bomb like it’s nothing.
“Sage is pregnant?”
“Do you know anything about your friends and their lives?” Her hands go to her bare hips. The look on her face is one of pure confusion and annoyance at my lack of knowledge.
I laugh, “I know what they tell me, but I don’t pry or ask questions.”
“I didn’t either. The signs were there.”
“What signs?”
Gianna rolls her eyes. “Do you really want me to tell you how easy it is for me to read your friends, or are you going to come to the porch and bend me over the railing?”
She sees my answer on my face before I say a single word. A devilish smirk forms on her lips before she turns and runs toward the door. I’m hot on her heels, undoing my belt as I follow her outside.
When I round the corner out the door, her thong is already long gone, and she’s bent over the wooden rail, looking over her shoulder at me. Her firm, round ass is on full display, and I’m torn between slapping it or taking a bite out of it. Everything about her body is perfect.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I tell her, undoing my pants as I walk up behind her.
She wiggles her ass, teasing me. Drawing my right hand back, I bring it down hard on her ass with a loud crack. Her responding moan has my cock jumping in my boxer briefs, desperate to be buried inside her.
“Daemon,” she purrs before sweeping her tongue across her bottom lip. “I need you to fuck me.”
Something about the way she’s begging for my dick has me rushing to do exactly what she needs. Shoving my pants and briefs down my legs, I position myself behind her with my erection in my hand.
I sweep the head of my dick up and down the length of her pussy, soaking my length with how wet she is for me. She’s always ready before I’ve even touched her, and I love how desperate my little psycho is to be fucked out here. This girl drives me crazy, and I love her for it.
“Please, stop teasing me,” she whines, trying to push herself back on my length.
The torment in her voice is all it takes for me to drive into her pussy with one hard rock of my hips. Gianna cries loudly into the night at my invasion, and her whimpers spur me on. This won’t last long. It’s going to be hard and quick and filthy.
When I get her back inside, I’ll love her the way she deserves. Right now, she’s going to get fucked like the queen of chaos that she is.
Wrapping my fist in her hair, I use my other hand to slam her hips back against me as I pump into her, setting a brutal rhythm.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans as her back arches.
“Is this what you wanted, Chaos?” I ask through clenched teeth. “Did you want me to ruin this pussy?”
“Yes.” Her response comes out as an erotic gasp. “Ruin me, because I’m yours, because you own me.”
Using my grip on her hair, I force her head back until my lips brush her ear. Her back arches into the most beautiful curve as I continue to drive into her faster and harder. “That’s where you’re wrong. You own me, my little psycho. Heart, mind, body, and fucking soul. I am yours.”
Gianna’s pussy tightens around my cock, and her legs lock up. Her need to own me drives her just as crazy as it does for me.
“Daemon.” My name is the only thing she says before her body begins to tremble and she comes on a sinful cry. The sounds she makes as her orgasm rips through her cancel out the sounds of the forest. All I can hear is her.
“That’s my girl,” I pant, my hips faltering as heat licks up my spine. The way her core flutters around me spurring on my own release.
“Fill me,” she begs, and that’s all it takes for me to give into the pleasure coursing through me. I rock into her faster as ropes of cum flood her pussy.
My thrusts slow until I’m sure I’ve given her every drop of my release. Then, I lean forward, resting my head against the space between her shoulder blades. The sound of my sharp breaths mixes with her gasps, creating my favorite sound.
When her legs shake, ready to give out, I slowly slip my softening cock from her, and pull her body to mine. Our sweat covered skin fuses our bodies together, but neither of us make an effort to move away.
Pressing soft kisses to the top of her head, I guide her to one of the adirondack chairs behind me on the porch. I sit down and pull Gianna into my lap. She settles against my chest, and we sit there in silence, listening to the sound of the crickets and wind blowing through the trees.
I’m beginning to wonder if she fell asleep when she turns her head until our eyes meet. “Thank you for bringing me with you.”
“To the wedding?” She nods. “You weren’t my plus one. You got your own invitation from Angelina.”
She hums and a soft smile brightens her face. “I know, but I’m just happy you wanted me to come here with you.”
“I always want you with me.” And it’s the truth. All of my days are better when I’m with her. If I didn’t think she would get weird about it, I would have already asked her to be my wife. But I know Gianna better than she thinks I do.
Yes, she was the one convincing me to give this a chance, but as soon as I accepted it, I was all in. She is still young and needs her independence for a while longer. Even if I don’t like it, I understand it.
I press a kiss to her forehead. “I love you, Chaos.”
Her smile grows. “I love you too, grandpa.”
“Absolutely not,” I huff, pressing my fingers into the spot just below her ribs.
“Daemon,” she squeals, a high pitched laugh erupting from her as she tries and fails to wiggle away from me. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry.”
Removing my fingers, I give her a second to catch her breath as I stare at her beautiful face in the moonlight. It’s dark out here, but the moon provides just enough light for me to make out the lines of her face, the curve of her lips, and the way her smile forces her eyes to squint.
Whether she’s dressed up for a night out, in my sweatpants and hoodie on my couch, or her hair is tangled and makeup smeared after I fuck her, Gianna is the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen. There isn’t a person alive who could compare to her in my eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispers, leaning in to press her lips against my jaw before placing a soft kiss there.
“That’s my line,” I chuckle softly.
“I know.” She pulls back until our eyes meet. “I love you, Daemon.”
“And I love you, my little psycho.”
The End