Chapter twenty-six
Epilogue
Sydney
“Just like that,” Isaid as my camera shuttered. The gorgeous couple in front of me were so in love it made it very easy to get a good shot. I looked down at my viewfinder, flipping through. These are going to be beautiful when they’re done.
“I think we’re set unless there’s anything else you wanted to get,” I said, checking in that they were satisfied with everything.
“No I think that’s everything, thanks Sydney, I can’t wait. Based on all your other work, I know these will be amazing.”
My chest swelled with pride. “I should have these to you in a few weeks.”
They left and I cleaned up my setup. Every time someone told me they loved my work it lit me up inside.
Though at the time it felt a bit unhinged, after my extended work vacation I found myself uninterested in returning, and Brooks was sure living together would go well, and he was right of course. It was like we’d always been together, which was a strange feeling. Of course there were growing pains, learning each other’s routines and habits, but it never felt hard, just like a new experience we got to have together.
And tonight we were going to have another one.
Once I got all my things packed and in the car I drove through the little town I now got to call mine. I waved at Gwen who was walking across the street as I passed, and she smiled and waved back easily. Everything here had felt so easy and carefree, everything I had ever craved in my life.
It wasn’t long before I was pulling up to my home, cutting the engine, and all but running inside.
The house was empty, which is what I’d been hoping for. I asked Bailey if she could watch Chicken without making it obvious and insisted she could trick Brooks, and so far, I hadn’t heard a word, so it must have worked.
I got everything prepared, the wine I knew he liked was chilling in the fridge, our favorite chocolate in town was in the pantry, and–of course, the toy in the closet.
I ordered it in the mail weeks ago, and it had finally arrived. Since officially getting together we’ve played with toys more, and found we both enjoyed them. I’d worked him all the way up to almost taking four of my fingers and a fairly large plug, and I thought we were finally ready to go the rest of the way.
I was drinking a glass of water in the kitchen when I heard the truck barreling down the drive. As the engine cut I made my way to the living room. It had been so long since I felt this nervous around Brooks. Though we’d been building to something like this, and talked about it briefly, I didn’t know how he would actually react to it.
I tried to sit casually on the couch as he came in, but knew I was shifting in my seat.
The door creaked open and Brooks walked in. It was later in the season so he was tanned now, even more than before. He looked just as sexy as the day we met. “Hi baby,” I said.
He took his hat off and gave me that same, bright smile he always did. “Hey honey,” he said as he came in. He took off his boots and slid his hat up onto the hook behind the door. It was slightly messy, but his curls had the same bounce they normally did.
He came over and dropped a kiss to my lips. I could tell he meant for it to be casual, but I gripped his collar and pulled him in further, deepening our kiss, excited about everything I had planned.
“Damn I love you,” he said as he pulled away. “I need to shower quickly but then I thought maybe a movie? My sister insisted on taking Chicken, talking about spending time with her nephew. She’s weird.”
I laughed, but not for the reason he thought. “She can be very weird. Go shower, I’m going to get things ready.”
He looked confused for a moment, but didn’t ask as he turned and moved to our bedroom.
While he was gone I brought everything out and ran to the guest room closet to grab the toy. The black harness straps had already been adjusted to fit my waist perfectly, and the toy at the end seemed like the perfect size for him.
I was sure not to forget the lube as I brought all of the things into our bedroom, setting the strapon on my bedside table furthest from the bathroom door, the chocolates on the bed, and the wine on his nightstand. And then I waited, the nerves almost getting the best of me as I heard the water shut off and his hooves clicking against the ground.
It took him a bit longer as he liked to dry the fur on his hair before he came out. When he finally did, however, his eyes blew wide at the sight.
I was sure mine matched, he had put sweats on, but his top was left bare, and his hair was still damp as he ran his towel through it. “What’s all this?” he asked.
I shrugged, “I thought we could do something special tonight.”
He grinned and began crawling up the bed towards me. I grabbed one of the chocolates–the dark chocolate cherry, which is his favorite–and hold it out to him.
He makes eye contact with with me as he plucks it from my fingers with his teeth, scraping my fingers lightly as he does. A rush of warmth floods my core. “These are my favorite,” he said voice low.
