27. Epilogue
Epilogue
Callie
I hold the edge of the hot tub, my knuckles white. My leg kicks, the water splashing away and I curse colorfully in Spanish.
He bites my inner thigh with a chuckle, “I love that dirty mouth.”
I don’t have time to be a smart-ass. He’s back on me, his tongue on my clit working me sinfully and bringing me to the precipice of my orgasm.
My bikini was removed from my body a long time ago, Sebastian said no clothing and he’s taking his ruling seriously.
He digs his fingers into my ass, angling me right so he can continue to make a meal out of me. I let out a soft moan, my hands going to his hair where I hold him in place.
My heart beats fast, the heat uncurls from my spine going up in a zing until I’m left shaking. The orgasm is powerful. I throw my head back in a gasp and he laughs. He’s always so proud of himself when I come like this.
My legs are still jelly when he hops from the hot tub and pulls me out with him. Three quick steps and he dives straight into the cold pool.
“Asshole,” I say when we emerge, brushing the wet hair out of my face.
“The temperature change is good for the muscles.” He plays and I know he’s full of shit.
I lay my head on his shoulders, my legs circle his waist and he moves us around the pool watching the beautiful warm night.
“Are you ready?” I whisper.
“I was ready a year ago.” He doesn’t miss a beat.
He proposed to me a year ago and he wanted to get married right away. I said no, we had time.
We needed time to be a normal couple.
We weren’t normal for a long time, though. It was impossible with the press on top of us after that season finale. Things cooled off after a while and we went on our first date.
He ate with my parents and got closer to my brothers. We were able to just be and that was all I ever wanted.
Eventually I said it was time, and he promptly asked me where I wanted to get married.
He would marry me anywhere. London or here. Big party or small.
Silly as it was, I knew where. The mansion .
I’ve never seen the mansion this time of the year, it feels odd without the cameras and the hundred people around. Sebastian insisted on staying here a couple of days before the wedding and now I see why.
We are having sex in every place he imagined us doing it while he was the Eligible.
Not bad for my last day before becoming Mrs. Riggs.
His parents arrive tomorrow, we met once and that one time was enough. Bea is one of my bridesmaids, along with Nessa and Doris.
Most of the crew is invited and I know it’s going to be weird for all of us around without work to do, but kind of amazing too.
Sebastian twirls us in the water, the movement painting shapes in the pool. We hold each other for a long time, breathing the calm before the madness.
We were born in the madness, so we aren’t so scared.
“When did you know you loved me?” I ask.
He holds me closer, kissing my hair. “When I saw you through the mirror that first day. I thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world.”
I giggle. “No, really.”
He takes a second to reply this time. “It wasn’t just one moment but all of them. Each part of you made me fall in love and still does. Every day I’m thankful because I get to fall in love with you again.”
I sniff, “Jesus, Riggs, save it for the vows.”
He chuckles and we are silent again. Wiping a silly tear with the back of my hand, I move onto his lap so I’m looking at him.
My hands go to his face, feeling the delicious stubble that tells me he hasn’t shaved in a couple of days.
“Thanks for choosing me, Riggs.” I whisper.
“Always.” replies America’s most eligible man.
Tomorrow, he will be my husband.