I nod. “A forever yes,” I confirm. “This was so beautiful, Aidan. All of it. Thank you so much for this.”
He brushes his lips softly against mine. “Thank you for giving me a life.”
Wiping my nose and hiccupping, I laugh. “You’re welcome. Now, I think there’s something else you’re supposed to give me tonight.”
He pulls away, a glimmer of feral desire spiking. “Only one thing?”
Epilogue
AIDAN
She’s silhouettedagainst the window, her curves on display as she looks over the ocean. Magnolia is naked, ready, and most importantly, she’s my wife. To have and to hold. For the rest of my life. Approaching her, I drop a kiss on her shoulder, and she turns to look at me, finding my lips with her own. It’s the last night in my apartment before I move in with her. She’s made a big bed on the floor like the first time we spent the night together, and I’m looking forward to having her body any which way she’ll give it to me.
“You tired?” I ask.
She helped me move the rest of my stuff into her house today.
She quirks one brow. “What do you think?” she replies, reaching a soft hand out to trail down my chest and abs, and ends on my cock. “I mean, if you’re tired. I get it. You were moving all those heavy boxes.”
My body reacts instantly to her touch, hardening to my full length and girth. “Magnolia, I could have performed far more energy-draining activities, and I’d still want to fuck you all night.Let’s be honest with each other.” My fingers trail between her legs to find her soft and wet. Dipping a finger in, I watch as her eyes close and her head falls against my chest.
I laugh at the instantaneous reaction. “Don’t laugh. It’s not funny.” Magnolia pants.
“It’s kind of funny. It’s a good thing.”
“It’s why I have your rings on my finger,” Magnolia retorts, yelping in pleasure as I press against her G-spot and rub back and forth. “That feels so good.”
I pull out of her, and she shudders in frustration. “You only married me because I’m good with my hands?” I say, mock hurt on my face, brow furrowed. She smirks, takes my dick in her hand and kneels to put it in her mouth. It’s my turn to groan as I watch her slide it in and out of her mouth, licking a long line from base to tip every few pumps. “Go ahead, you’re going to work me into a frenzy and then stop abruptly, right? I’m on to you.”
She smiles around my cock, and I think I might come right then and there. “You really are going to kill me, Magnolia.”
She pops her lips off of me and stands. Running a finger along my lip, she says, “I don’t want to do that, now do I? I want you forever, and you’re wrong. I’m not going to work you into a frenzy and then stop. I’m going to work you into a frenzy and then sink down onto your cock and ride you.” With her pointer finger that might as well be a fist, she pushes my chest.
Backing up to the pallet of blankets on the floor, I lie down and fold my arms behind my head.
She’s a vision of sexual prowess and beauty as she stalks toward me and follows me down. Her lips are everywhere, and finally, she brings her sweet pussy right where we both want it. Riding me up and down at an infuriatingly slow pace, she brings herself to the brink of orgasm. Every muscle in my body is coiled, ready to release, but I hold back until she comes. I holdback because I want to remember this moment. The one where my wife takes her pleasure from my body while simultaneously giving me the world.
Magnolia sinks all the way down until she’s filled herself with me. I grit my teeth as I feel her cunt grip my cock as she explodes into orgasm. She doesn’t have to ride me anymore. Feeling her wrap around me as love-laced moans ricochet off the walls of my empty apartment is all it takes for me. I grab her hips to hold her in place and release deep inside her. Collapsing on my chest, I can taste her breaths as she pants in relief.
“Round one,” I say, kissing her ear.
She kisses me, holding my face. I’m in for it. I can see it in her face. “Will you go down on me next, and then you can be on top? Also, from behind, in front of that window, and then more of your tongue between my legs?”
My softening hard-on immediately responds to her request. I laugh. “You have quite the itinerary.” I jut my hips up, and she moans. My cock reports to steel-hard status. “Are you sure you want me to pull out to go down on you?”
“No. You’re right,” she says, closing her eyes, pulling at my shoulders to roll me on top of her without disconnecting our bodies. “Aidan Mixx, I love you so much.”
“Not because I’m inside you?” I reply, biting my lip.
She shakes her head left and right, her eyes still closed as she languidly appreciates my thrusts. Her lashes flutter as her gaze finds mine. Laying a hand on my cheek, she says, “Because you’re mine.”
My heart does that thing. Where it beats and stops at the same time. “I love you too.”
Bad boys don’t reform. There isn’t some lesson we learn that turns the tides. What happens, and I’m pretty sure it’s true for most of us, is that we casually stumble into the woman made for only us. Sometimes it’s not lightning striking or a divinesymbol reflecting a “This Is It!” sign above their heads. It’s in the way they praise you. Touch you a little differently than all those who came before. It’s in the way they react to your smile. How they live without you. When you tally the score, it’s undeniable proof that what you’re feeling is real. There is no hesitation in requiring more of their love. Their time. Their life. There’s no doubt there is only one.
Kendall graduates on a Tuesday and leaves for college the following Friday. She was accepted into a summer study program that lets her start her freshman year early. The air is hot, and the breeze is strong as I close the trunk on Kendall’s car. Magnolia is a mess—crying off and on constantly. She’s standing next to me, clasping my hand so tightly I’ve lost all blood flow to my right arm.
“I left my phone charger in the house,” Kendall says, jogging up the front steps to go in the house.
