Epilogue
Brady
“Harder!” Lily screamed from the top of her lungs. “Fuck yes, Brady! Don’t stop!” She reached behind her head to dig her nails into my shoulders, her leg locking around me.
We were lying on our sides, where I was ravishing her from behind with a speed I usually reserved for the end. But my girl was asking for it, and she knew she could get anything she wanted from me.
Fuck me, I couldn’t get enough of her body.
My hand glided across her stomach. Her hip. The outside of her thigh. Her tit as it sat in the base of my hand, grazing her nipple with just the pad of my thumb. With each swipe, she drew in more breath. She arched. She squeezed me from the inside.
“Brady, please.”
And then there was the begging.
I couldn’t handle the sound of it.
The neediness.
The desire.
The way, only minutes ago, she’d pleaded with me to give her an orgasm, followed by a second, and now, she was craving her third.
It wouldn’t take much more for her to come. She was tightening around me, her pussy getting wetter with each thrust, her noises getting louder, her breathing becoming more labored.
As for me, I was doing everything I could not to get off. But a few more strokes as deep as the one I’d just taken, and her pussy would be sucking the load out of me.
Which was most definitely going to happen because, now, she was moving with me, pumping her ass forward and back, meeting me in the center. In the middle, where we collided, I gave her a quick twist, my shaft hitting every angle, spreading the friction through her body.
When I drove us apart and slammed back in, my balls slapped against her, and my finger rubbed her clit in circles, flicking the top with the flatness of my nail.
“Yes!” she yelled.
The wetness that had been keeping her slick was thickening.
She was past close.
She was there.
“Lily …” The intensity had reached my voice. I could hear the grittiness in my pitch.
She knew just what I wanted, what I needed, what I yearned for.
And her cunt was giving it to me.
A pussy that had been built for me, fitting around me so perfectly, keeping me in nice and snug.
“Oh shit,” she gasped.
As soon as the words left her mouth, there were two changes.
She became extra taut, and there was a slipperiness that told me she was coming.
“Ride it, baby.”
Her movements increased, but so did mine, and I rocked into her as hard and as fast as I could.
“Yes, just like that. Don’t stop.”
It only took one more plunge before the tingles burst through my balls, the wave coming on sharply, the orgasm lifting to my shaft. “Fuck!”
“Ah!” She sucked in some air. “I’m coming!”
As her shouting hit my ears, my first shot released, and once it exploded from my tip, I joined her with my version of a scream, which she knew was a growl. “Lily!”
“Yes!”
I reared back as the second stream began to build, my hips plummeting forward, working through her as more of my cum dripped out, filling her pussy with the rest of me.
I joined her moan with a, “Fuck yes,” and exhaled into the side of her face, the bucking dying into a slow rhythm before we completely stilled.
Even after we were empty, we continued to cling to each other.
It didn’t matter how much time we spent together, how I came inside her daily; it would never be enough.
“If I roll around to face you, you’ll no longer be inside me,” she said.
“And?”
“I’m not ready for that yet.”
Could this woman be any fucking cuter?
I gently pulled out and moved her onto her back, hovering over her, pressing my lips to hers. “I’ll never grow tired of hearing you say that.” I kissed her again. “Good morning, gorgeous.”
A smile was already there, her cheeks now warming. “Good morning to you.”
“Instead of getting right into the shower, how about a dip in the pool?”
She nodded. “I would really love that.”
I connected our lips once more. This time, slowly and tenderly, separating us only to say, “I’ll meet you in there.”
I shifted my weight, giving her enough room to slide out of the bed. She didn’t grab a robe before she opened the sliding glass doors that led to our patio or put on a bathing suit. She didn’t have to cover herself in any way. We had a private pool outside our rental in Bangkok, a small villa located down the street from the hotel I’d just started rehabbing, and the outside was surrounded by thick plants and trees, giving us full privacy.
While she walked down the steps and dunked under the water, I went into the other bedroom, grabbing the folder that I’d hidden at the top of the closet—a package I’d received yesterday from Jenner.
I’d planned to wait for the right moment to give it to her.
Now felt like a better time than ever.
On my way back through the living room, I caught sight of her from the second set of glass doors. She was in the center of the pool, facing me, her head reclined so her hair was floating. Her back was arched, putting her chest on full display. Tits that were the perfect teardrop shape, nipples that were hard and perky.
She wasn’t just the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She was a vision so fucking breathtaking that while I stood here, staring, gawking, I had to ask myself … Is she really mine?
And, damn it, she was.
She’d stayed with me in Scotland.
She’d moved with me to Bangkok.
She’d loved me even after I had David murdered.
And even though I had so many plans for us in the works, an idea in my head of how I wanted to do this and what it should look like, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.
I needed her answer now.
I returned to the guest room and lifted the mattress, searching the top of the box spring. Once I found what I was looking for and it was secured in my hand, I made my way outside.
“Hey, handsome.” She nodded toward the folder. “What’s that?”
“A present.”
She grinned. “Because you haven’t given me enough already.”
I closed the sliding doors. “Baby, you know I’ll never stop giving you everything. Spoiling you is my hobby.”
“But you’ve already given me the world.”
I made my way down the steps of the pool and walked over to her, handing her the folder. “Here’s something to add to your world.”
“What is it?”
“Open it,” I instructed.
She didn’t want to drag her gaze away from mine. I could tell by her smile, the quirkiness across her lips. But she eventually moved to the side of the pool, where she set the folder on the edge. She then shook her hands in the air to dry them off and finally opened the lid.
“Brady … oh my God. You didn’t …” she panted. “You did!”
I moved in behind her, resting my chin on her shoulder, her ass brushing my dick. I was doing everything in my fucking power not to get a hard-on again. That moment could come after, but not now.
“I think I’m in shock,” she continued. “I’m most definitely in awe. And speechless—add speechless to that list.” She gradually turned around to face me. “You are …” She scanned my eyes. “I don’t even know. You’re just everything.”
“Everything you’ve ever wanted?” My hands lowered to her hips and went around to her lower back.
“That goes without saying.”
“How about you’re in love with our new home?”
Her head shook as she stared at me. “I’m more than in love with it.” Her eyes continued to search mine. “I cannot believe you bought us a house in Edinburgh.”
“I told you I was going to.”
“No, you told me that when money is no object, it’s hard not to be extra and that I could think about that purchase.”
I chuckled. “You have me there.” My hand lifted to her face. “One of the things I’ve tried hard not to do is make decisions for you. At one point in your life, you weren’t allowed to make any. I’ll always be the man who gives you choices, not the one who takes them away.” My other hand rose, but I kept it behind her, holding the back of her head. “I bought Scotland without asking you first, but let me explain that even though it’s a gift to you, Lily, it’s more of a gift for me.”
I lifted her out of the pool and set her on the ledge next to the paperwork, separating her legs so I could move in between them. “We spent over seven months in Edinburgh, and every time we were there, when things in our life changed, when the evil was finally gone, I saw something in you. On your face. In your eyes. In the way your lips pulled wide every time you looked around the city.”
I wrapped an arm across her back while I kept the other one behind me. “LA isn’t your favorite town. You’ve never said that, but I know. Atlanta will never be your home again—I know that too. What I love about Edinburgh is the way it looks on you. How happy it makes you. How you feel comfortable in that space. How you’ve even made friends there. And in return, that makes me the most content man alive.” I paused, watching the sun glow across her skin. “Seeing you that way, feeling you that way—that’s all I want. So, yes, I gave you a home there. A place outside the hotel that you can make into our escape, our bit of paradise. But knowing you’re filled with that much pleasure is really the biggest present I could ever have.”
She whispered my name, running her hand over the top of my hair and around to my scruff. “I’m the luckiest woman alive.”
“Woman …” I said. “I’d rather you call yourself my wife.”
“You and that wife nonsense—” Her voice cut off, her eyes widened, her hand immediately covered her mouth as she saw the diamond ring I was holding in her lap.
I didn’t fuck with the box; the pool would have made that too tricky. So, I just held the platinum band that was embedded with over a carat and a half of diamonds and a five-carat oval in the center and set it against her thigh.
A ring I’d designed myself.
I’d planned candlelight. Rose petals. A location on the Gulf of Thailand that would have music and a photographer, scheduled to take place in a few weeks.
But it wasn’t nearly as private as this.
I knew my girl. She would rather have this moment with just us. Naked. In our pool without a single spectator or a camera from the photographer flashing in her face.
“Lily Roy,” I said softly as I looked into her eyes, “I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life protecting you. Having children with you. Making memories like this with you. Loving you.” The first drip was sliding down her cheek as I added, “There has never been a question in my mind. You are mine.” I smiled. “But the choice is yours, baby. So, I’m going to ask you, will you become my wife and I will be yours forever?”
As her head nodded, more tears fell. “The answer was yes long before you asked me.”
I slid the ring onto her petite finger, and I pulled her off the edge of the pool and straight into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms circled my neck.
“Mine,” I growled, a tone I’d already used this morning, but this one was different.
This one was territorial.
Permanent.
Guarding.
“I know you’re going to tell me you love me,” she said, “but you need to know that I love you more.”