Epilogue 2
Georgie
Annabelle’s older daughter approaches me at the wedding reception with a smile on her impish face. “Hi, Mrs. Georgie.”
Mrs. One word that has taken on a whole new level of importance.
“Hi, Grace. The wedding was beautiful, wasn’t it?”
I mean, her mom’s wedding, not my intimate ceremony, but mine was beautiful too. Exactly what I would have planned. My heart brims with happiness as my eyes drift to the new ring adorning my finger. The sparkling diamond solitaire looks perfect paired with Nana’s wedding band.
God, James did good.
It’s been forty-eight hours since our wedding ceremony—and almost four months that we’ve been pretending to be married—and I’m still in shock that I’m a married woman. Mrs. Georgette Elise Harper has a nice ring to it.
After we were married, the whole group shared the delicious dinner the private chef prepared, and then James and I disappeared to the cabin for our first night as newlyweds.
Each cabin has several bedrooms, and before I came along, Josh and James would usually share a cabin. But this time, Char and Josh are sharing one, and they volunteered to watch Weston overnight to give James and me a night off to celebrate.
And celebrate we did. My husband came prepared with several new toys to play with.
Just thinking about it has me twitching and craving him again.
But I know he’ll take care of me later, so I try my best to focus on the present.
“It was,” Grace agrees. She hands me a small card. “Instead of gifts, Mom is asking for donations to help support the wildlife that have been displaced from their homes following the hurricane in South Carolina last fall. If you’d like to donate, you can use this QR code.”
“Oh, okay, great. Thanks, Grace.” Palming the card, I promise her that James and I will make a donation later. After thanking me for my generosity, she flounces off.
Josh sidles up to me, smelling of booze. “What’d Gertie want?”
Gertie is one of Hayes’ nicknames for Grace. I’m learning that everyone has at least one nickname, and sometimes several.
Flashing Josh the card Grace gave me, I explain, “She was just letting me know where to make a donation in lieu of a wedding present.”
He throws back his head and grabs his side, laughing loudly. “You—you haven’t made a donation yet, have you?” he wheezes.
My eyebrows furrow. “No, not yet. I was going to talk to James. I don’t know how much you rich people think is an appropriate amount to spend on a wedding present."
Josh grins, elbowing me. “Since you and my brother are really married, you’re one of the rich people now too, Georgie.”
Well, shit. That truth bomb hadn’t permeated my brain.
Slinging an arm around my neck, Josh kisses my temple. “I can tell I just freaked you out, sis.”
My teeth worry my bottom lip as I admit, “You didn’t freak me out. I just… hadn’t thought of that.”
“And that’s why we love you, Georgie. Most people would have dollar signs in their eyes, but not you. You have heart eyes instead.”
I nod, smiling as I think of James. My husband. My real husband. “Yeah, I do have heart eyes for your brother.”
Bailey strolls over and tucks her arm in mine. “What are y’all chatting about over here?”
“I’m just saving Georgie from Grace,” Josh chuckles. “Grace sensed the weak link and went in for the kill.”
Bailey laughs with him while I stand here confused. “What has she done now?”
“I’m not quite sure, but she gave Georgie a card with a QR code on it.”
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Bailey urges Josh impatiently. “Scan the code and find out what con she’s running this time.”
“Con? She’s just a kid!” I say, more confused than ever.
Josh pats my head in a condescending manner. “You have so much to learn, grasshopper.”
“Shut up,” I grouse, digging my elbow into his side. I smile when he flinches.
Josh pulls his phone out of his pocket and scans the code with his camera. Flashing the phone to Bailey, they both start laughing. “Save the wildlife!” he chortles.
“Yeah, Grace said that her mom and Hayes want donations to help save the wildlife,” I try to remember what Grace said, “that are looking for new homes or something. What’s so funny about that?”
My confusion only makes Josh and Bailey laugh even harder. Josh doubles over, grabbing his knees while Bailey wipes her eyes, muttering about not wanting her mascara to run.
Upon seeing the commotion, Hayes ambles over to me. Eyeing his friends, he asks me, “What’s so funny?”
Josh reaches out, grabbing Hayes’ shoulder, spitting out between laughs, “Grace…”
“Oh, shit,” Hayes mutters, his hand on his hip.
“Grace… is… asking… for… donations… to… save… the… wildlife.”
Then, all three of them burst out laughing again. Hayes turns to me. “You didn’t send her any money, did you?”
I shake my head. “No, not yet.”
“Don’t. She wants a fucking puppy. The wildlife she’s trying to save is a mini-petite golden doodle puppy from some high-end, designer breeder in South Carolina.”
My jaw drops. “No way!” I hiss, dumbfounded. “She would do that?”
They all nod. “Oh yeah, she’d definitely do that.”
Just then, James comes to whisk me away from his friends and onto the dance floor. For as grumpy and reserved as he can be, it surprises me that he likes to dance. But he twirls me across the floor with ease while I stumble to keep up with his confident strides.
"You look beautiful tonight."
"Thank you," I smile, feeling beautiful.
While I was unknowingly trying on wedding dresses with Annabelle, she arranged to have another dress—and matching lingerie—purchased for me to wear tonight for her wedding.
After a spin, he pulls me close. Rubbing his nose across my cheek, James whispers, his breath tickling my ear, “Still got it in place, darlin’?”
The reminder makes my inner core tighten and my breath quicken. “Mm-hmm.”
“Good girl."
God, this man. With only a few words—and a butt plug—he’s created a puddle in my panties.
“Think we can skip out on the reception already?” I ask, practically panting with desire.
“Patience, Georgie. We need to stay until the fireworks, but then we can leave.”
“Better idea: we sneak out now and make our own fireworks.” I wiggle my eyebrows and give my boobs a little shake.
That’s all the convincing James needs. With his eyes glued to the cleavage spilling out from my dress, he mutters, “On second thought, I doubt they’ll miss us.”
At first, he veers toward Josh to tell him that we’re leaving, but when he sees Josh and Char standing in a corner arguing, he changes his mind.
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me from the tent, and we jog, laughing all the way back to our cabin, where we pay the babysitter and check on Weston, who’s asleep in his bassinet.
Once James gets me alone, he presses my back against the wall, boxing me in with his body. “Dr. Melendez said you’ve been on birth control long enough for it to be effective, right?”
I nod.
His head drops to my neck as his lips whisper across my skin. “I want to fuck you without a condom, Mrs. Harper. I want to mark you as mine, inside and out.”
Inside and out. I hated that phrase, but now, it sets my body aflame.
With deft fingers, he unzips my dark red dress and lowers it down my body for me to step out of it.
“Fuck me,” James murmurs appreciatively. He grabs my hand, lifting it above my head, and spins me in a slow circle so he can get the full view of my new lingerie.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Harper, I will,” I wink over my shoulder.
He pushes me down the hallway, and with each step we take, items of clothing are shed. Once we reach the bedroom, we’re both naked and quivering with need.
James rasps, “Get on the bed.” When I lie down, he tells me to roll onto my stomach.
As I lie face down on the bed, butterflies swirl in my tummy. James’ hands roam up and down my back before they settle on my ass, spreading my cheeks. Where the diamond-headed butt plug sits, nestled in my ass.
As one of my wedding presents, James bought me a set of three different-sized butt plugs, each with a glittering clear stone on the head.
He said more than just my finger deserved a diamond.
Since I enjoy peach play so much, he wanted to begin the stretching process so I can one day take his cock.
Tonight, we tried the medium plug, and I’ve been a soppy mess ever since he inserted it before the wedding ceremony.
“Be right back.”
I lift my head from the bed with a whimper, but, like always, he’s true to his word. He returns in less than a minute. With gentle fingers he removes the butt plug and then squirts more warming lube over the crevice of my ass.
Before I can ask why, I feel a new toy pushing against my rim. As James taught me, I exhale a slow breath and relax my muscles as he pushes it inside me.
It feels different, not cold like the metal butt plug was when he first put it inside me. But it’s a similar size to the first one, so it isn’t the next size up, like I assumed. But instead of questioning anything, I choose to hand over control of my body and my pleasure to my husband.
“How does that feel?”
“Sublime.”
“Good.” He slaps my ass with his hand. “On your knees.”
His cock presses against my entrance before easing inside me. The welcomed intrusion elicits a long, slow, needy moan.
And then the butt plug starts vibrating.
Gasping in surprise, I cannot control the shudder that rolls through me. I rock back into James, meeting each of his thrusts.
“Holy hell, I can feel it vibrating,” James groans as he pumps inside me, faster and harder than each thrust preceding it.
My arms slide down the bed as the upper half of my body collapses onto the mattress. “Oh God, oh, yes. Yes, James, yes,” I chant.
“You’re strangling my dick. Please tell me you’re close,” James snarls, his fingers on my hips tightening the closer he gets to losing control.
White-hot stars dance behind my eyelids as my pussy throbs, clenching around him. The vibrations, the thrusting, the fullness, the knowledge that I bring James to the brink—it’s all too much and I shatter. Twisting my face into the pillow, I let out a muffled scream as I come.
James holds me still as he grinds into me, his warmth coating my inner channel as his pleasure crests.
He pulls out of me, flipping off the vibrating butt plug, and plucking it out of my ass. Then, he rolls over, lying next to me. Sweaty and spent, we pant. I sling an arm over my eyes as my heart pounds.
Loud popping sounds burst forth from outside, jolting me before I realize what they are. Fireworks.
“Happy New Year, Mrs. Harper.”
Turning my head to meet James’ eye, I grin. “Happy New Year, Mr. Harper.”
James stands, pulling me off the bed. He takes a blanket and wraps it around us, walking to the patio door.
I circle my arms around his muscular torso, leaning my head against his chest. With his heart beating beneath my ear and his cum sliding down my thighs, we stand on the back porch of the cabin, watching the fireworks display. I sigh with a level of happiness that I didn’t know could exist.
And then it hits me. I’ll need to find a new motto because I don’t need to fake it anymore. I’ve finally made it.