Epilogue
SIENNA
A year and a half later…
He’s been messing with me for six months.
When Micah plans a romantic dinner, I think he’s going to propose. When Zoe babysits Heath, and we have a weekend together, I believe he’s going to get down on one knee and put me out of my misery.
He doesn’t.
He just kisses, cooks, fucks, and makes me wait.
And I know why.
Because I haven’t told him I loved him yet.
Now, before you get on your high horse and complain about how I couldn’t tell this man I love him, hear me out.
Love is a big word. And Micah doesn’t come with just himself but Heath, too. The last thing I want is Heath being uncomfortable with any role I take on in his life, and to be honest, if I told Micah I loved him—which I do—that man will jump to the courthouse and marry me on the spot.
So, in turn, he’s been making me wait.
Micah hasn’t verbally confirmed it, but I know he’s been doing it all the same. It’s this thing we don’t talk about. But we know that each other knows.
And it’s driving me crazy.
It’s a typical Friday during the school year; pizza, movie night, and Heath wanting to stay up for an extra hour. Micah allows him every time, but when he finally gets me alone, he sneaks me outside to have his way with me.
Truly, probably my favorite place to have sex because of the sky filled with stars, giving it an earthy vibe to our lovemaking.
Plus, Micah loves to hear my moans and screams through his palm. The man has been insatiable since day one.
“Night, night,” Heath coos sleepily, rubbing his eyes as he leans over to give me a hug.
“Goodnight, buddy,” I reply, giving him a small little squeeze. “Sweet dreams, my darling.”
“Sweet dreams,” he repeat, turning on his heels to waltz off to his bedroom. “Love you.”
Everything in me freezes in tandem to his muttered words, but I heard them.
And I heard them loud and clear.
Not once has Heath shown any signs of acting out since Micah and I told him we were officially dating. I was worried he’d be upset and, when he wasn’t, I still waited for it.
I’m not his mom and I can’t imagine how that must feel to have another woman in your life that your father is seeing but Heath has been his normal self.
Except he’s talking a little more now to people in town since playing football last year.
Which is fabulous.
However, I’ve been waiting for the other ball to drop.
Moments later, Micah strolls back into his family room, pulls me impatiently off the couch and lifts me in the air.
Then his mouth is possessively over mine and carrying my body out the sliding door to the backyard.
He doesn’t make it far, my spine is pressed into the white siding before he’s fumbling with his jeans and finishes in record time.
He’s getting too good at this.
Nonetheless, I’m never going to stop him.
My panties are pulled to the side and his cock enters me mercilessly without a warm up.
Our weeks are filled with work, dinner, hurried mornings and secret moments away.
Even in the midst of that chaos, he still makes me feel safe in the relationship.
There’s never been a moment where I feel like something is so wrong that he’s beginning to shut down again.
Everything has been so picture-perfect, especially now that Heath said that he loves me, that now I can really settle into what I’ve wanted all along.
Them.
Micah peppers wet and long kisses along the column of my neck, working me into a stupper of lust and wild abandon to just let go and give him my orgasm.
Being sandwiched between his hard frame and the house gives me this insanely off empowerment of beauty and feminine energy that Micah feeds off of. I’ve never felt as insanely wanted as I do with him.
It’s amazing.
“I need you to stop being so goddamn perfect, Miss Vesper,” Micah grumbles out against my heated flesh. “A man could go insane.”
My lips curl upward. “What does that entail exactly?”
“Plenty of things. It depends on what thing I’m being impatient on.”
“And what are you impatient about now?” I ask through a groan as Micah fucks me harder.
“You know exactly what I’m impatient about,” he chides lightly. “A year and a half, woman, and I’m still waiting.”
“I was waiting.”
“For?”
“Tonight.”
Micah lightly bites down on my neck and sucks away the pressure his teeth left. “I told you he’s obsessed with you, didn’t I?”
I bob my head because he did but I needed validation from the little man himself, in his own time, and now I’m ready to move forward.
“I’ve got all night,” Micah claims. “For the rest of my life, even, to get you to admit those words.”
I’m not entirely sure if he believes they’re hard for me or if I’m scared but it’s just been being patient with Heath and then everything else would fall in with time.
Micah spreads my ass with his palms, able to get deeper inside me as I moan in pleasure at how full his cock is filling my every need.
“BC-fucking-R,” he leers between clenched teeth. “What am I going to do with you, sweetheart?”
“Fuck me,” I immediately respond as if that wasn’t obvious. “All the time.”
“I want to marry you.”
Yeah, he could ask me to go tip some cows over right now or hit the bank. Either one, I’d follow him.
If he’d ask me to marry him, right now, the answer would be yes.
Always yes.
“Then marry me,” I sass. “I don’t know what you could possibly be—” Micah slams into me, ridding my next teasing words to come from my mouth.
Again, we both know what he’s waiting for and I’m just prolonging it because it’s fun.
He has to know I love him.
I think.
“I’m not marrying a woman who still hasn’t told me those three words I need to hear to confirm we’re legit.”
My brows furrow because I didn’t think it was that deep.
However, now that he says it—Laura.
His past with her and what she did. How he’s been stuck at a possible standstill because I haven’t given him what he needs to substantiate what we are.
However, in my defense, I’m not Laura. I haven’t left him. And I never plan on it.
Cupping his face within my palms, I drag him out from between my shoulder and neck and press a soft kiss to his lips.
“How could you not know?” I mutter against his mouth. “I’m not her.”
“I know,” he says with a small sigh. “I know you’re not.”
“You’re doubting us?”
“No,” he carps out a little tersely. “Absolutely not.”
“Then why are you waiting to ask me? You said a year. It’s been eighteen months.”
“Because I know you’ve been waiting for Heath’s approval. And I know how important that was to you.” He rocks his hips slower, making me desperate for him to fuck me harder. “I love you even more for considering my kid.”
“I love Heath.”
“I know you do.”
“I didn’t want him to feel like I was replacing—”
“He knows. He’s a smart kid. Weren’t you his teacher?”
Rolling my eyes, I lightly smack his bicep and pout. “I needed the words.”
“I understand.”
“But I didn’t know it was driving you that insane.”
“It’s not.”
My brows furrow. “Okay, Mr. Let’s-Play-Games…you’re just trying to win.”
“I am.”
“See, I was ready to tell you—”
“Then tell me.”
I scowl. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
“Man, I want to be.” His mouth collides with mine again, and Micah’s pace quickens, unable to hold himself to his standards of slowing down because us together is too magnetic to suppress.
Turning my head to the side, I drawl, “I love how you fuck me.”
His lips don’t leave my skin when he kisses up my cheek. “What else do you love?”
“Our outdoor sex sessions.”
“I like those, too. What else?”
“You have to know how much I love you by now.”
Micah’s head comes up, and I can feel how slightly stunned he feels, but this is what he wanted all along.
He wanted me, my raw feelings, and those three words that seal the deal.
“Say that again to me,” he replies, his tone dropping into this deep, dangerous octave of deliciousness. “When you’re coming on my cock.”
His fingers drop to my clit and make quick work of creating me into a moaning, almost breathless mess with how he works my body.
I don’t know how long it takes, but when I break apart, his name is immediately on my lips, following how much I love him.
Over.
And over.
And over again.
Micah’s release is triggered by my own, pumping his dick faster and harder inside me until he has no more to give.
Amazing.
“We’re getting married in the spring,” Micah hedges. “I can’t wait any longer to call you Mrs. Wolfe.”
I smile. “Mrs. Wolfe?”
“Woman, please don’t tell me you wanted to keep your last name?”
“No. I was just trying it out.”
“And?”
“It fits.”
Micah rolls his hips and makes my sensitive cunt flutter. “It definitely does.”
I run my index finger down the side of his face, unable to help myself because this is so real and so absolutely insane with how fulfilled I feel. “We need to talk about how we’re going to do this.”
“We will.”
“Where we’re going to live.”
“We will.”
“And how Heath is going to take this.”
“He already knows,” Micah comments nonchalantly. “He and I already talked about it months ago.”
My eyes bulge. “What?”
“Months ago,” he rebukes, kneading my ass because he can. “I’m not playin’ around, sweetheart.”
“I see that.”
Micah reaches around, and the next minute, he has a small box between his fingers.
A ring box.
“Sienna Vesper, I think I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you in that bar. I knew after that night, when you fucked me like you owned me, that I was never gonna want to be free from the confines of your life. Please…make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”
Immediate tears well up in my eyes because I don’t know how much more perfect I can take in one night.
But this one is memorable.
It’s divine.
It’s mine and ours, and I can’t wait to see what’s next for us down the line.
In fact, I kinda already know.
“Micah?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m pregnant.”
Silence for a few beats before I hear him mutter, “Fuck.”
Then his mouth is on mine again, and I realize I never answered his damn question.
The important one.
“Yes,” I mutter between lapses, and his tongue giving me the slightest moment to get a word in.
“Damn right it’s a yes,” he growls. “Fuck seven months.” He pulls away from me suddenly. “Shit, do we have seven months?”
“We’d be cutting it close.”
“Before or after.”
“What?”
“Do you want to get married before or after the baby is born?”
Easy.
“Before. That way you can walk around town tellin’ everyone that you got your wife pregnant.”
He smiles, big and jolly, and, man, does it look good on him. “I’m gonna shut the hell up and not talk anymore about weddings. I don’t want to rush you now.”
I perk a brow. “Oh really? Sounds like you were just chompin’ at the bit to get me to tell you I loved you. Then you proposed. Then you said seven months—”
“Alright, alright,” he imparts, amusement embedded in his tone. “I got it. Whatever you want, sweetheart. Just put the damn ring on.”
Taking the box from him, I can’t see much of the ring, but it doesn’t matter what it looks like. Micah takes it from the box, slides it down my finger, and lays another one of his cocky Southern boy kisses on me.
“You’ve made me the happiest man alive, Miss Vesper. I’m going to love you until the day I die.”
“You better,” I muse with a kiss. “Or I’m gonna tell everyone you broke the rules.”
THE END