Epilogue
LILY
Dough sticks to my hands as I prepare tonight's dinner, but I’m more interested in the sight of Max, who’s working on his truck in the driveway.
I lost count of how many kitchen accidents have happened in the past four months since we’ve moved in, mainly caused by the conveniently placed window and the fact that Max deems white undershirts appropriate work-attire.
The one time I playfully complained about it, he offered to solve the issue by working without any kind of shirt, which obviously did not help.
Snapping myself out of my dirty fantasy before I drool all over the kitchen worktop, I focus back on the task at hand. Once the dough actually looks the part, I put it away to rest for a few hours. If I didn’t mess up my timing, it should be ready right when Logan returns from his latest job.
This time, he had been gone for almost a week. He was supposed to come back last night but then Governor Emerson remembered that he had scheduled a last minute meeting, one he wanted Logan to be present at. Sometimes I think he just really likes Logan’s company.
Max and I can’t wait for Logan to come back home. For various reasons that range from I miss him staring at me while I sleep to stuff a bit more depraved. I’m pretty sure Logan still watches us while we sleep, even when he’s on a job. Just through the cameras.
Unfortunately, cleaning up the kitchen does not agree with staring at Max, so I avert my gaze again, this time with a sigh, and start scrubbing.
Quickly, before Max notices. He still insists on doing almost everything for me and while I do like being pampered, I also feel bad about him cleaning up a kitchen I dirtied entirely on my own.
As I load the last few utensils in the dishwasher, the sun already starts to set and I decide to go check in with Max. Leaving the door to the house open, I step out on the porch, enjoying the feeling of the cool evening breeze on my skin.
Max is still busy with his truck, a sweaty sheen coating his tanned arms, and when he stands up straight and wipes his hands clean on his shirt, he gives me a smile that’s even more beautiful than the sunset behind him.
If the life I’m living now is the reward for almost dying twice, I’d do it again without hesitation.
“Did Logan tell you when he’s supposed to arrive?”
Max wraps his hands around my waist, making me giggle as he lifts me up to sit on the hood of his truck.
“Should be here soon,” he says, smiling when I try to wipe some grime off of his cheek.
“You’re awfully dirty.”
“Says the one with flour on her face.”
“Guess we both need a shower,” I say, not bothering to hide the mischievous grin on my lips. “Wanna join me?”
“If I ever answer No to this question, you better shoot me.”
Max pulls me closer, and as he carries me back inside the house, his hands squeezing my ass, I wrap my legs around his waist. Once we arrive in the bathroom, he seems to remember something.
“I’ll be with you in a second,” he breathes, rushing back to our bedroom while I get undressed.
It takes him a bit too long for my liking to return, and when he does, stepping into the shower behind me, it’s only the feeling of his rock hard cock pressing against my hip that keeps me from scolding him a little for keeping me waiting.
Turning around, I begin to spread suds over his body. Trailing my fingers lower and lower, relishing in the feeling of his abs contracting under my touch. Lower, until Max grabs my wrist, squeezing the base of his throbbing cock with his other hand.
“You are a dirty little thing,” he murmurs, the pout on his face making way for a grin when I look up at him through my eyelashes. “How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you, when you’re—“
Letting go of his cock, he gestures all over my body as he lets out an exaggerated sigh.
“I don’t understand why Logan didn’t like our little video,” I say, and now it’s Max who takes his sweet time soaping me up.
“The problem wasn’t that he didn’t like it, baby. Liked it a bit too much, if I had to guess. But you need to behave now, because if I end up with a damn cock cage because of you, I will be the one whose punishment you should be worried about.”
“Well, if you ask so nicely,” I whisper, pressing my lips against his neck as he turns me around so I’m facing him.
Leaning back a little to look at me, Max lets his hands wander lower on my body.
“Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
“And with your ass?”
“Obvious—“ My voice trails off into a moan when Max slides his finger over my hole, slowly pushing inside.
I rest my head against his shoulder, and with every move of his hand, it becomes harder to resist the urge to wrap my hand around his cock. Even more so when the fingers of his free hand find my clit. It’s only when Max feels me relax in his hold that he adds a second digit.
He clicks his tongue as I start to place open mouthed kisses on his neck, his cock throbbing against my stomach, and by the time he pumps three fingers in and out of my ass, I’m tempted to risk him ending up caged.
Max knows. He always knows, as if I’m not just an open book to him, but a book he wrote.
His hand disappears from my clit, reaching for something on the shower rack, and the moment I feel something hard pressing against my rim, I tense.
“Relax, baby,” he whispers. Leaning down to lick a few drops of water off of my neck, a delicious shiver runs down my spine. “I promise you can take it.”
Slowly, he pushes the plug deeper, distracting me with languid kisses until it’s fully inside. And once it is, his other hand slides back to my pussy, where he’s able to push two fingers in with ease. I grind over his hand, but just as I feel a familiar heat building in my stomach, Max moves.
Grinning at me, he turns off the shower and reaches for a towel to dry me off while he drips all over the tiles. Some things never change.
“How bad of a punishment you think it’s going to be—“ I start and Max shakes his head with a laugh. “I’m weak, please, I’ll tell Logan you had nothing to do with it.”
Hanging the towel up, Max slides his hand over the insides of my thighs, groaning when he feels how wet I am. Slick evidence of how much I crave my men, a single touch or glance from them enough to turn me on.
“Just a few more minutes, baby. I promise it’s going to be worth the wait.”
LOGAN
The Universe works in funny ways. One could think I would now reap what I sowed when I mocked Sam for his bodyguard performance back then. I don’t. And I’m a way better—and cooler—bodyguard than he had ever been. Maybe he could have been, if he had tried a little harder.
I get to wear expensive suits and silk dress shirts, and I also get a proper steak every single time Emerson brings me to one of his business meetings. Of course, he pays for everything. He’s a terrible negotiator.
While I wait for the garage door to open, I glance down at the gigantic bouquet of peonies on the passenger seat.
I got them for Lily, and the florist checked back three times to make sure I wanted to buy all his peonies.
Hopefully, the sheer volume will distract Lily from the fact that I—and her Friday-flowers—come a day too late.
Locking the car behind me, I walk over to the door that leads from the garage right into our house.
Moaning greets me right as I enter, and a muscle in my jaw twitches as I search for a vase big enough to fit Lily’s flowers. The moment they stand securely on the kitchen counter, I throw my stuff on the couch and stalk over to the bedroom.
“I told you you’re not allowed—“
Upon seeing the marvelous image in front of me, my scolding gets stuck somewhere on the way from my brain to my mouth.
Lily is on all fours on the bed, the shiny plug in her ass sparkling just as much as Max’s smile.
“Welcome back,” Max says, and I have to admit that he has every goddamn right to sport such a cocky grin.
The sight of Lily’s dripping pussy makes my mouth water, clouding my senses so much I can’t do more than let out a low, approving growl before I step closer and bury my face in Lily’s cunt.
“I missed you, sweetheart,” I murmur against her skin, palming my cock over the fabric of my pants when Lily presses her pussy closer.
“Missed you too,” she pants, and I don’t even need to say a word for Max to keep her from hiding her face in the pillow to muffle her moans.
Licking over her clit, I grab her ass and spread her even wider for me before I start fucking her with my tongue. Always so wet for us. Perfect, in every aspect, not just in the bedroom.
Next to me, Max clears his throat. “I didn’t even get a kiss.”
I take a few more messy licks over Lily’s pussy before I lean back and grab Max’s jaw.
Immediately, he opens his mouth for me, moaning as I spit a mix of Lily’s juices and my saliva into his mouth.
Max goes all pliant in my hold, the look in his eyes a silent plea for more as my lips crash against his.
“That was for provoking me with that damn video,” I pant as I let go of him. “Had to rub one out in a fucking toilet stall. Twice.”
“What a terrible punishment,” he says with a grin, sliding his hand up Lily’s thigh. “Next time we’re gonna send you not one video, but five.”
“Lie down before I start brainstorming,” I say, adding, “brat,” under my breath.
Max does as he’s told, still a bit too pleased with himself for my liking when he lies down, one arm behind his head while he cradles Lily’s face with his free hand.
She tilts her head back to look at me, her eyes filled with so much love and want I can’t keep myself from pulling her up to claim her mouth with mine.
“You wanna ride him? Keep yourself busy while I get undressed?”
Lily nods, moaning quietly when I lick a strip up her throat.
“And sweetheart,” I say, grinning when my gaze meets Max’s. “Use his pretty cock the way you want to. I want it to feel good for you, this isn’t about him.”