Epilogue
One Year Later
Ella sits at the table, working on another book cover for an author who hired her for services.
She’s incredibly talented, and I love seeing her creativity.
Another thing I love about her job is that she gets to work from anywhere, which really fits with my schedule.
Since what I do takes me all over the United States, and sometimes the world, it’s been amazing having her along for the ride with me.
When I have a job to do, she comes along and stays in the safehouse until I get back.
She’s even come on a few jobs with me. Nothing too serious, quick and easy kills.
After meeting Nikki and learning that she tags along and assists on a few jobs, Ella got curious.
Considering the types of men we kill, it didn't take too much convincing.
When I don’t have a job, we’ve just been traveling, seeing different sights, and enjoying learning everything about each other.
We visit the cabin every year on Christmas, reminiscing on how we met.
The cops of the town still haven’t solved Liam’s murder, but they no longer bother Ella or come to the cabin.
We’re completely alone out there. This year, I’m on a job before we head there—a little murder for Christmas as a gift this year.
She looks up at me, catching my gaze, and closes her laptop.
She sways her hips side to side, walking up to me as I sit here on the couch.
She’s wearing a long maxi lounge dress, kind of like those ones you see artists or painters wearing when they’re working.
She lifts it and straddles me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“What’re you over here thinking about?” she asks, smiling.
“Just about how lucky I am that you almost hit me with your car two years ago,” I grin, and she snorts, letting out a cackle. It’s adorable.
“You consider yourself lucky?” she asks me, almost as though she doesn’t believe me when I say it.
“Every. Single. Day,” I answer.
She captures my mouth with hers, rocking her hips into me. She reaches down with her right hand and unbuttons my pants, freeing my cock from the denim confines, and lines me up with her entrance before lowering herself down.
I suck in a sharp breath before saying, “Not wearing any underwear, little dove?”
“I wanted to be ready for you,” she answers, and I swear I could come on the spot. She’s fucking perfect.
Once she’s fully seated on top of me, she begins to lift herself up and down, fucking me to take what she needs.
She slides the straps of her dress over her shoulders, dropping the top of it to her waist and bearing her breasts to me, the little ornament charms jiggling with each bounce.
I snake my left arm around her waist and run my right up the back of her head, grabbing a fistful of hair.
I pull her head back and pull her down on top of me, fucking up into her.
Her moans ignite the room, my cock growing even harder at how vocal she is for me.
When I let go of her hair, she leans in, grabbing both sides of my face with her hand.
She leans in, her lips hovering above mine when she whispers, “I love you, Luke.”
My heart soars in ecstasy at those words, the first time she’s said them.
I pick up speed, wanting to give every inch I have to give her.
Her eyes begin to roll in the back of her head, and I know she’s close.
Mimicking her, I grab around her chin with my hand, pulling her close to me, my lips lightly grazing hers, and whisper, “I love you too, little dove.”
She matches my pace thrust for thrust, chasing the orgasm I know is building when she says, “I’m gonna come. Right there, please don’t stop.”
“Come with me, baby. Shatter with me. Fall over the edge with me,” I growl.
Her pussy grips my cock in a vice grip, and I come, filling her up with my cum as she crashes, warm liquid running down her thighs. “That’s it, baby. Such a good fucking listener,” I praise. She collapses on top of me, my cock still leaking inside her.
She sits up, looking into my eyes, and says, “I’m glad I almost hit you with my car, too.”
THE END