Epilogue
Lemon
“So, tell me, Lemony Slickett , is it?” I giggle as Oliver moves the phone around my face dramatically.
“What makes you want to be one of Daddy’s little girls?
” He turns his phone upside down, feigning another camera angle, and I can’t help it, I spurt with laughter at this total square of a man I’ve fallen for.
“I can’t take you seriously when you chew your lip and circle around me like that. Oliver!” I snatch the phone. “Just as I suspected. You didn’t even hit record.”
“It’s roleplay,” he argues, adjusting his rock hard cock in the super distracting sweatpants I made him promise he’d always wear for me. “What if someone sees the video one day?”
“You would be the only one to show them. Are you gonna show someone a video of you fucking me senseless?”
I smirk when the grumbling sound comes from his throat, and the scowl of disapproval rests its gaze on my body.
“Maybe I’ll just bend you over my lap and spank you for being such a filthy little tease. Usually has you as wet as a river.”
I meet his sparkling eyes at the word river, the adventure neither of us will ever forget shining through.
“Besides…” He bites my neck, licking where he’s just marked me as his. Goosebumps prickle my body, and his arms wrap around me. “The only man’s couch you’ll ever be cast on again will be mine, Sour Patch.”
Oliver Nashville slides the belt from his loops in one single motion, and then he drags it against my lips, leaning over me on the couch with a smirk.
“Lie back while I play my favorite instrument.”
I do as I’m told, and very rarely is that a thing, but this man? I trust him implicitly.
And isn’t that what relationships are about?
Trust? Love.
“Ahhh!” I cry when his lips come down over my pussy and he sucks the entire thing in his mouth. He hollows his cheeks as he holds me in, and the blood rushes to the front until my clit pulses recklessly.
I wrap my thighs around his head, crying his name as he lashes at my aching pussy with his tongue, flattening it all the way down my ass.
“More!” I cry. “Need you inside me. Please!”
“Brat. Think you can have everything you want when your pussy’s wrapped around my tongue?”
“Yes!” I scream.
“God, you’re right.” He moves atop me and slides into my wet slit with the full force of his passion.
“Yes! Harder!”
My head falls back across the armrest as he thrusts all the way to the hilt, and I scream when it hits the back, the pressure building until it threatens to break free between our love.
He moves in and out, slowly at first, and his eyes pierce mine with a sly smile.
“What is that look for?” I gasp when he slams back inside and has me clenching every muscle below my waist. “Oh!”
He smirks, lips brushing my ear. “I was just thinking about when I finally take this tight little ass. How much you’ll clench around me then. How I’ll have you lie there while the cum spills back out.”
“Fuck!” I scream again, his thrusts penetrating deeper than before just like the filth of his words.
I lock my lips with his as his cock slides in so far he might split me open if he goes any deeper, but when I moan and whimper, he just swallows my songs with a kiss.
“Told you I’d make you sing.”
“Cocky old millionaire.” I wrap my legs around his hips as he pumps into me, and we come as one.
“I want to keep you, Lemon Perkins.”
“Then fuckin’ keep me.”
“Forever?”
He gets to one knee, naked, freshly fucked, and there’s a giant purple dildo on the floor, but I couldn’t care less about any of that right now, because for the rest of my life, Oliver Love Nashville is all mine.
“Forever.”
“Okay, you guys, one last time, let’s go over it. I don’t need anyone falling again before we make it to the park. Bend your knees and march to get yourself started.”
I demonstrate to the family on my own skates, clapping my hands happily when Poppy executes my lesson perfectly.
“You got it, Pop! I knew you’d be a natural. You’ve got the legs for it.”
“What about me, Lemon? Do I have the legs for it? Does Kimmie?”
“You have identical legs,” I remind them, “and they are identically excellent for skating.”
“Yay! Did ya hear that, Bryar?” Cami sticks out her tongue as she jets by her eldest sister, who has fallen on her butt more times than I can count. “Lemon says my legs are excellent. Wonder what happened to your genes.”
“Little twit,” Bryar mutters under her breath, but I catch her frustrated eyes and glide over the asphalt to her side.
“You can do it, too. It just takes some time.”
“And you’ll be here to teach me?” She presses her lips together.
“Promise, Bryar Patch.”
“How far are we skating?” Jeremy whines. “My piggies are tired. Most of them already left for the market.”
“Or to go wee wee all the way home.” Cami giggles.
“Touché, small child.” Jeremy crosses his arms. “I’ll allow it.”
I love this, everyone spending time together and creating an adventure just being in our own backyard. I steal a glance at the entrance to Pine Forest Estates, at the bars I once thought I’d grow to hate but now seem to love.
Home.
“You’ve come a long way from scaling the bars of your own mansion, have you not, Zitrone?”
My father chuckles in my ear.
“Yes, Papa.” I smile back at him. “I have, huh? And so have you.” I nod at Sylvie, who’s being pulled along by Kimmie and Cami, one on each arm as they laugh.
“Sylvie has certainly turned my life inside out.”
“Oliver, too,” I say, nudging the man in question with my elbow. I’m pleased he doesn’t fall over, my skating lessons being helpful after all. “You give me an adventure every day, Nashhole.” I tug his tie until his body rolls to mine.
“I’ll put an adventure in you.” He chews his lip as his eyes drop to my belly.
“Don’t you think about it, you dirty old man.” I swat his arm away. I may not be ready for my own baby yet, or ever, but I get heart eyes all the same.
Maybe. I touch my stomach. It would certainly be an adventure.
We swerve past the school and through the park, where we plan to end our day with a picnic I’ve packed in our backpacks, each of us carrying a different dish.
That was Oliver’s idea, the planning and all, but see? We go together perfectly like that, unnatural pieces fitting where you wouldn’t think they might.
And speaking of unnatural pieces…
“Is that Katie in a park?” I swing my eyes to Jeremy’s, and he raises a suspicious brow back. Two times this year I’ve found Katie in nature. And that is two times more than our whole lives.
“Hey, girl!” I flag her down, sliding to a stop at the table of positively steaming firemen who surround her.
And the shiny, fat rock on a very specific finger.
She arches a brow when she sees my hand linked with Oliver’s. “Something long term?”
I arch mine back.
“Fire daddy?”
We share a knowing smile.
Honestly, I wondered if anyone but family would ever love her. She’s not always warm.
But here? Surrounded by these men who accept and seem to approve of her, by people who could be, dare I say, friends?
She ignites.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, Katie Kat, but you seem like…”
“Less of a cold-hearted bitch?”
She laughs when my eyes widen, but I can’t negate her statement.
“Z, I’d like you to officially meet the new Pine Forest Fire Captain, Dominic Reston. We’re engaged!” She holds up her hand.
“How?” I squeal as Jeremy and Sylvie swoop in at my side to peep the ring.
Katie and Dom share a heated look. “It’s a long story,” she starts, “but if you want to hear it...”
“We do!”
“Well, it all started with a spark.”