Epilogue
MADDIE
I t's Christmas morning, and for the first time in as long as I can remember, a feeling of peace and calm washes over me instead of the usual dread. I nestle deeper into Parker’s arms when I feel his erection poking me in the ass.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he whispers in my ear, grinding against me.
“Morning,” I reply breathlessly as his hand trails down my stomach to the edge of the boxers I’m wearing. “We need to get up. I have to check on Arty before we go to your mom's. He’s no doubt left me a present somewhere in the apartment because he’s mad at me.” I chuckle but inwardly groan.
“We’ll go later. He’ll be fine. Arty loves me, so I’ll give him some extra love, and all will be forgotten,” he says as he cups my breast, his thumb grazing my nipple.
I moan, arching my back.
His phone rings, interrupting us, and we both let out an expletive. Rolling over, Parker grabs his phone from the bedside table and answers it with a grumble. “This had better be a life or death situation. ”
I can hear the smooth, dulcet tone of his mom through the speaker, and I know we need to start getting up, or we won’t hear the end of it. I do not want to get on that woman’s bad side.
Swinging my legs out of bed, I pad to the bathroom and turn the shower on. Undressing, I dip my head under the warm water, enjoying the feel of it waking up my tired bones.
The shower door opens, cold air causing goosebumps to rise on my skin as Parker comes up behind me and begins massaging my hair. I let out a low moan as his fingers work my scalp, my legs turning to jelly as he continues his ministrations. I lean back into his hard body, rubbing my ass against him.
“Keep making noises like that, sweetheart, and I’ll bend you over and fuck you right here,” he whispers in my ear.
Shivers race down the entirety of my body, and I’m desperate for him to make good on his threat. Arty’s already mad and Samantha knows we’ll be late so… I moan louder, reaching behind me to grab his cock, slowly stroking him from base to tip.
Parker growls. “So that’s how we’re playing it?”
“Uh huh.” I nod, biting my lip.
He turns me around, grabbing my hips and lifting me.
My legs lock around his waist, arms draped over his shoulders, while my hands tangle in the hair at his nape.
Parker slams his lips against mine, kissing me with such an intense heat it takes my breath away.
I match him stroke for stroke, rubbing my clit against his toned stomach to relieve the ache.
Stepping to the wall, Parker braces me against it before lining his cock up and thrusting into me. I let out a long moan, my head hitting the tiled wall behind me. He trails kisses down my neck as he slowly pumps in and out of me.
“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock. I don’t ever want to leave,” he mumbles against my collarbone. He kisses his way down to my breast, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
“I don’t ever want you to leave,” I pant, my orgasm within reach.
Every time he thrusts into me, it’s like he knows my body better than I do, and I can’t do anything other than hold onto the sensation.
“You gonna come for me, baby? Soak my dick as you scream my name?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, over and over again.
Parker brings his hand down to rub slow circles on my clit, and I come in seconds, my pussy clenching around him. My breaths come out in shallow pants as he keeps thrusting, following me over the edge a few minutes later with a, “Fuck, Maddie.”
I chuckle, my breathing heavy. “Your mom’s gonna kill us.”
“Worth it,” he mumbles into my neck.
“Sorry, we’re late,” Parker calls as he opens the door to his mom’s house. “Maddie wouldn’t get her ass out of bed.”
“Parker!” I exclaim, playfully swatting his chest. “You don’t get to blame me for this morning.”
“Oh, but I do. It was your fault you were naked and wet under the shower,” he murmurs, heat swirling in his eyes.
“Dad! Maddie!” Amelia squeals, running down the stairs and jumping into her dad's arms.
The sight causes my heart to swell. Being a dad is a really good look for him.
“Hey, squirt.” He chuckles, putting her down. “Did you open your presents yet?”
“No, I wanted to wait for you and Maddie.” She beams, her button nose wrinkling.
“There you two are. Merry Christmas,” Samantha sing songs, rushing over. “Dinner’s almost ready. It would have been ready sooner had someone been here on time to help me.” She looks pointedly at Parker, and his ears turn red.
“It was her fault.” He points a finger at me, a shit eating grin on his face.
Oh, dear god. I’m dating a frat boy.
“Merry Christmas, Samantha,” I reply, hugging her (weird, I know, but I’m trying something different—if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em). “I apologize for your son; he forgot to take his brain out of the freezer this morning.”
Samantha laughs, hugging me back. “Oh, hon, you’ll soon learn he never had a brain to begin with.”
“Exactly,” Amelia giggles. “Are you sure you want to take him on, Maddie?” She looks at me with mischievous eyes so much like her dad's, and I soften.
“Honestly? I’m only sticking around for you, kid.” I wink at Amelia, pulling her in for a hug.
Squeezing me back even tighter, she laughs as she says, “Oh, thank god.”
“Hey, what is this? Pick on Parker day?” he exclaims, a look of mock outrage on his face. “It’s Christmas, you guys are supposed to be nice to me.”
I pat his chest as I follow Samantha into the kitchen, my arm slung around Amelia's shoulder. “Yes, dear,” I call behind me.
We spend the rest of the day eating, laughing, and messing around. The spirit of Christmas is well and truly alive in the Grayson household, and I’ve never enjoyed anything so much. I watch Parker interact with Amelia, the bantering back and forth between them incredibly endearing.
Everything about this day has been perfect. Who’d have thought meeting the hot, older mechanic and his book-obsessed daughter would have led to this? One things for certain, I can officially say I don’t hate Christmas anymore.
The end.