“Oh, Xander.”
I giggled and was about to say something else, but the sight of him wiggling his tongue at me shut me up. I mean, who was I to say no to the contest? I needed to concentrate hard and prepare myself for the orgasms to come. It was a hard job, but someone had to do it.
EPILOGUE
THREE MONTHS LATER
So, I know you’re wondering about my being pregnant. How could you not be, right? Well, I was glad to say that Xander and I were not pregnant. I did want to have babies. I wanted lots of them, but not quite yet. Not until after we were married. Not until we knew each other a bit better because, let’s be honest, we didn’t really know each other that well.
So, the other thing you should know was that Xander and I’d both lied.
I told him that the tongue vibrator didn’t come close to him and his tongue work, and, well, if I was honest, it had come pretty close. I hadn’t expected it. Maybe it felt so good because I always closed my eyes and pretended it was Xander’s tongue when I used it. I thought he’d figured out that I’d lied because, one day, the tongue just disappeared, and when I asked him where I could buy another one, he told me he wasn’t sure. Likely story.
And Xander lied when he said that the next wedding we would have sex at would be our own. That didn’t happen. We’d been to two weddings since that conversation, and we had sex at the last one. Loud, obnoxious, door-breaking sex. And, yes, I saiddoor-breakingfor a reason. We were against a door, and itbroke as he pounded into me. We were lucky though. Only the bride saw us in all our glory. And she just rolled her eyes and walked away. Typical Gabby behavior.
Yes, I said Gabby.
Yes, she did get married three months after her broken engagement to Xander. Don’t be surprised; I wasn’t. She had found some sucker on an online dating site and had a fake pregnancy scare with him. I guessed she’d figured it had worked once, so she’d try it again. Only this time, she told him the truth before he found out. She got lucky though because he didn’t care. Turned out, he had been hoping to get her pregnant anyway.
My family was also surprisingly cool about Xander and me getting together. It turned out that both Aiden and Scott had sensed there was something between us; Chett didn’t care; and Gabby … well, Gabby had a few words to say to me, but she got over it pretty quickly. My parents had been the most surprised, but after they had to deal with all my siblings for all their lives, me dating my sister’s ex-fiancé wasn’t even close to the top of the shocking things they’d had to deal with. Remember, I had Gabby for a sister, and, boy, did she know how to get into trouble. I thought once you’d dealt with one of your daughters hooking up with your pastor, you could deal with anything.
You should be pleased to know that Xander and I were going strong. You wouldn’t think a relationship that had such inauspicious beginnings would stand a chance in hell, but it did. We were very much in love, and we were so happy that I could hardly take it. Though we did argue a lot about a lot of different things. He was still obnoxious and pompous and inappropriate, and I still felt like slapping him every other day.
But there was a good part to our arguments—the makeup sex was great. And when I saidgreat, I meant he proved to me night after night why he was my Mr. Miracle Tongue. I also called him Mr. Miracle Cock to Alice, but we’d decided it was best I didn’ttell him that. I didn’t want to make him any more arrogant. He was full of himself as it was.
We were going to move in with each other in a couple of weeks. I was so excited that I couldn’t stand it. I thought it was too fast to move in already, but he had said he didn’t want to go another night and morning without me in his bed again. I rolled my eyes when he said that, but inside, I was thrilled. I mean, that was the sort of romantic talk I had been looking for. Only I didn’t tell him that. I’d learned to let Xander come to realizations himself. It tested my patience, but our relationship was better for it.
I had gotten really lucky, and I knew it. I also knew that we were both still a bit immature and a bit crap at dealing with relationship issues, so I just tried to let him be. We had a lifetime to get it right. And we were already making plans together, things we wanted to do and that kind of stuff. We’d planned a trip to Paris, a sex class we wanted to take—shh—and a special party for when we moved in together. The party was for Alice and Aiden though; we were hoping to get them together. Well, I was; Xander didn’t really care. You know how guys are! As long as he was getting regular sex, he was happy to go along with almost everything I said. And I was fine with that. I really was.
My life was wonderful now. I felt content, and I had as much excitement as I could take.
Who would have known my one-night stand would lead to the rest of my life?
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Bonus Chapter
Xander
There are days that I wake up and I forget what it means to be Xander James. I forget what it means to be a billionaire, to be handsome, to have the world at my feet, because when I look at my life, I'm more than just my wealth. I'm more than just my good looks, but oftentimes it feels like that's all anyone sees in me. Sometimes I just want to disappear to a foreign land and have no one know my name. Sometimes I just want to be able to walk into a bar and have a conversation and just talk about books and music and the best movie we've ever seen.
I never thought that that would ever be a possibility for me. I never thought that I'd be able to let my guard down. I never thought that I could just have instant chemistry with someone—a connection that was born just from my eyes meeting someone else's. That was until I attended the wedding. That was until I saw her beautiful, curvaceous, smiling, silky hair.
I noticed her before she noticed me. She was chatting to her friend. I'm not sure what they were talking about, but the way she giggled and threw her head back—immediately I felt something stirring in me. And then, when her eyes finally caughtmine and her chin jutted up in defiance, in a challenge, I knew I had to have her. I had to meet her. I had to know who she was. And even though this was the worst timing in the world, I didn't care, because I knew I had to taste her.
I am not someone that lives to eat. In fact, I eat to live. I'm pretty healthy. I like vegetables. I like grains. I'm not much of a sugar person. But I knew when I kissed her, when my tongue slipped between her folds and I tasted her sweet nectar, I knew I would always be thirsty. I would always be hungry. I would always be craving this woman.
Sometimes it's funny how life happens, even when it's twisted and gnarly and absolutely, positively crazy, things can still go around. I'd like to think that my personal and secret thoughts would always stay secret. I'd like to think that there's a part of me that would be able to keep inside the gamut of emotions that spread through me upon getting to know her—the way she challenged me, the way she teased me, the way she made me question my entire life existence.
I will admit that it was fun playing the game. I will admit that the challenge was enticing. I will admit that I had doubts. There were many nights awake thinking,Am I a good person? If I were, would I be able to do this? If I were, would I be able to live with myself?For everything was just so complicated, and when I knew I was falling in love with her, all I could think was,Would her parents hate me? Would she hate me? Would I go to hell?
And yet it was so much more complicated than that. Everything was so much more complicated. And I knew deep down inside—I knew that it was all going to be okay, because that's the thing about love. When it's real, when it's true, it always works out. It's everlasting. And I know that that may make me sound like a fool or someone who's trying to explain away the many sins I have created and encountered. It's just not true.
The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew deep down inside, somewhere where my heart could sing and my joy could unfold, that she was the woman for me—the one that I would always love, the one that would light my heart on fire. And I'm never going to let her go.
Maybe one day my kids will see these words and they'll come to me. They'll ask if I have any regrets, and I know as sure as my name is Xander James that the answer will be no. I have no regrets. Not a single one. The only regret I could possibly have was not meeting her earlier in life, not getting to spend an eternity with her. But I know deep down inside that she will always be a part of me, and I will always be a part of her. Our DNA will become one—crazy as it sounds—but when two people are destined for each other, it will always happen, no matter the obstacles that they come across.
FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER
