Epilogue – Grayson
TWELVE MONTHS LATER
Lazy Sunday mornings have become my new favorite day of the week. Although I didn’t really have one to start with, but ever since I asked Avery to move in with me, I look forward to them every week.
Avery finished up her tour last week and announced a break from performing at her last show.
Although her fans were understandably upset, she’s promised to keep giving them music.
It’s why I’m in the process of having a studio built for her by the lake.
She doesn’t know it yet, but it’s coming along nicely.
Wyatt has really stepped up to the plate and taken on more responsibility.
Especially since I was out on the road with Avery as much as I could be.
It doesn’t stop me from being nervous about the Hart negotiations, and they aren’t taking place for at least another six months.
I know he’s ready, but I have reservations that he’ll be able to put aside his feelings for that family to get us a good deal.
Avery’s blonde hair spills over her pillow, and she has a hand under her cheek as she snores softly. I pick up her left hand, brushing my thumb over her knuckles before dropping a kiss on them. Her eyes flutter open, like she could sense me watching her.
“Good morning,” she sighs, stretching her body out before wriggling across the bed and into my arms.
I rest my chin on her head, letting my hand drift down her spine and over the swell of her ass until I can grip her thigh and lift it onto my hip. “Mornin’, sunshine.”
“Oh.” Avery looks up at me, her mouth slightly agape, before it curves into a sensual smile. “It really is a good morning.”
She reaches between us, squeezing my already hard cock as my hips buck into her hand. I roll her onto her back, rocking against her and wishing more than anything that our clothes weren’t between us.
I kiss my way down her body, starting with her mouth, moving to her jaw, her throat, her chest, her stomach, until I reach my favorite meal. Avery welcomes me, widening her legs as she pulls her nightdress over her head, leaving only the thin scrap of her silk G-string to cover her.
“Baby?” she moans.
I drag my attention away from the damp silk covering her pussy and reply, “Mhmm?”
She cups my cheek, her eyes softening as she says, “I love you.”
Turning my face into her palm, I press a kiss against her soft, warm skin.
We’ve done exactly what we said we would, taken this day by day, being there for each other when we can, and without the resentment I held for twelve years.
It’s been the happiest twelve months of my life, and the idea that we have many more to go—together—only fills me with joy.
I shift my attention back to her pussy, covering her with my mouth and sucking her clit through the material of her underwear as I watch her. Avery’s eyes flutter closed, and she collapses back onto the pillow as she arches her back. She moans, diving a hand into my hair and tugging on the strands.
When I pull back to remove her underwear, she gasps.
She’s noticed it . I throw her G-string onto the floor, my pulse hammering as I watch her eyes flick to her hand and then back to me.
I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, but I’m also terrified that she might not want this.
Might not want to be tied to me, after all .
“Gray,” she whispers. “What’s this?” She holds up her hand, showing me the ring I put on her while she slept.
I lean in to inspect it, twisting her hand from side to side in the beam of sunlight. “Looks like an engagement ring.”
Pushing me back and scrambling to sit up, Avery kneels in front of me on the mattress in all her naked glory. She looks at the ring and then back to me. “I can see that, but… how did it get on my finger?”
I band an arm around her, dusting kisses over her shoulder as I chuckle. “I put it there.”
She tilts her head back and holds onto my biceps as she melts under my touch. Her voice is distracted when she asks, “H-how?”
Gently laying her down, I hover above her, nerves twisting in my stomach. “When you were sleeping. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, Ave. I just wanted to see what it looked like, and I couldn’t bring myself to take it off…”
My words trail off as realization creeps in.
I should have done this better. I should have made plans, got champagne, and thrown a party, anything but slipping a ring on her finger without asking her the damn question.
Lifting Avery’s hand, I wrap my fingers around the ring and start to slide it off, but she balls her hand into a fist and snatches it away.
“No way, José. You put it on, that’s where it’s staying.” She stuffs her hand under the pillow, and I try to keep my laughter at bay as relief floods me.
“I take it that’s a yes, then? Because I was just gonna take it off and do it right.” My heart stutters in my chest as I wait for her to say those three little letters.
“It’s a yes. Now get back to work.”
This time, I let my laughter flow free before making my way back down her body. When I’m positioned between her legs, I say, “I love you, and I’m grateful every day that you returned to me.”
She doesn’t get a chance to respond. The words die on her lips as I cover her pussy with my mouth. I get to spend the rest of my life with this woman, making love to her, building a future with her. I’m the luckiest man alive, and I thank God every day that she came home to me.
The End