Epilogue
Cara
One Month Later
“Fuck,” I moan as my fingers twist in Grant’s hair.
My legs tighten around his head as his tongue laps up my juices and between every inch of my folds. His palm starts to work my clit, and I know I’m going to be coming any minute.
“Come, love,” Grant murmurs before getting back to work.
I rock my hips into his face, and moments later, every inch of me feels like it’s coming to life.
“I’m coming,” I scream as I hold onto his hair.
Grant doesn’t let up as he continues to lick gently as I ride through my orgasm.
My legs widen and fall to the sides of the bed. Grant gets up to his knees and smiles.
“Yes. You make me come like no one ever has,” I tease.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
He collapses next to me on the bed and pulls me into his warmth. The sun shines through the window, reminding me that we can’t lie in bed all day.
“We have to get ready,” I whisper.
Grant nuzzles his head into my neck.
“We have time,” he says.
I giggle as I try to get out of his hold.
“I’m a groomsman. I have to get over to Grayson’s house.”
“We’re his neighbor, my love. It’s fine.”
Neighbors.
If you had told me six months ago that I would have been completing a mission alongside my dad’s best friend, my archnemesis, and all-around thorn in my side, I would have laughed.
I would have fallen over with laughter if you then told me not only would I be marrying him but that I would also be falling in love with the man.
What gets me the most is if you had told me all that and then mentioned how I would be living part of the year in Charleston, South Carolina, surrounded by my oldest and dearest friends, I would have never thought you were telling the truth.
This is all beyond my wildest dreams. I never thought I could be this happy.
After the day we told my parents that we were together and married, they both understood there were some parts of the story we couldn’t share. A mutual understanding that somehow we ended up together, and it was the best of all the worlds colliding.
That’s what Grant is to me, the epicenter of my world.
It may have started when we decided to tell each other our lies, but it ended when I believed that I could actually have it all.
“I thought you were trying to get up,” Grant teases.
“You’re right. We live next door. I can lie with you for a few more minutes.”
“If that’s so…”
Grant gets on top of me and holds his weight up. I feel his thick cock in between my damp thighs.
“What did you have in mind?” I ask.
“I’d like to fuck my wife.”
“Say less.”