Five Months Later
The Cheesier Epilogue
“Oh, God!” Jordan screamed. “Fuck me harder, Tyler…”
Like the gentleman he was, he obliged. He let out a low groan, thrusting harder and deeper. What had started off as leisurely early morning sex had somehow turned into this crazy, manic lust-fest. He slammed his cock into her again and again, fervently chasing his own release. She shut her eyes as orgasm four rippled through her. Maybe it was five. She’d lost count. One more deep groan as he came inside her and then he collapsed, huffing hot air on her neck.
“Dammit,” he said breathlessly, rolling off her and onto the bed. “It’s Sunday, Jordan.”
She giggled and curled up against his chest, stroking her fingers over his sweat-glistened skin. A soft kiss was placed on her forehead and he held her tighter. In the last few months she’d learnt how to listen out for all the things he didn’t say. Little gestures like that were his way of showing how much he smudged her. He didn’t say it often, but he showed her every day.
They’d also learnt how to balance out their incompatibilities…outside the bedroom. A little compromise went a long way. He watched her Soap Opera with her and she watched contemporary dancing with him. He went to Mugger Central with her and she went running with him…well, at least twice a week. She taught him how to read her reports without pie charts and he taught her how to read a menu at a fancy restaurant. She went with him to see his dad every Sunday and he went with her to feed the ducks whenever she missed herfamily. He still tried something new from Margo’s tray each week and she still giggled like crazy when he spat it out.
Both of them still loved the chocolate ball. It was the only thing they had in common. As complicated as Tyler was, being with him was so easy and she fell a little more and little harder every day.
It was almost half an hour later when her legs felt steady enough to get out of bed. She had a shower, then walked to the kitchen of her townhouse to make lunch. It was all so domesticated now. She had just taken out two tuna steaks from the fridge when her phone rang. “Hey, Max,” she answered.
“Hey, Jo-jo.”
“How are you doing?”
“I’m going insane,” he replied exasperatedly. “You need to call mom and tell her to stop being crazy. Between her and Danny, I’m losing my fucking mind with this wedding.”
She put her phone on speaker and placed it on the wooden table so she could still hear him as she continued with her lunch preparations. “Well, you were the one who set the date. Six months isn’t a lot of time to plan a wedding. They’re stressed out.”
Tyler came into the kitchen and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Jo-jo, I waited seven years. Six months is too long for me. I just don’t understand why they can’t keep it simple. It would make life so much easier. Sometimes I think I should just pull a Tyler.”
Her eyebrows furrowed together. “A Tyler?”
“Yeah. Just kidnap her, elope and get married on the beach somewhere.”
She rolled her eyes. She never should have told him.
“I’m right here, Max,” Tyler said.
“Oh, hey, Tyler. How’s them balls?”
He laughed. “Still attached.”
“You’re coming to the wedding, right?”
“Yep. We’ll see you in three weeks.”
“That’s if I survive until then.”
“If you’re serious about the whole kidnapping thing,” Tyler said, winking at her. “I know some guys who could help you out.”
Max chuckled. “Thanks for the offer, but it’s just three more weeks of this…and then I marry my best friend. It’s worth it.”
Jordan smiled at the affection in her brother’s voice. “I’ll call mom,” she said. “Tell her to calm down.”
“Thanks. See you at the wedding.”
She hung up the phone and looked over at Tyler. “My family is never going to let you live that down.”
“I have you at the end of it. That’s worth it for me.” He paused for a few seconds. “So…there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you and I’m not sure how you’re going to take it.”
