They’re both kind and very empathetic. I see where Luca gets it from. They raised a good man, a good person.
As I watch his grandparents talk and move around each other with ease, I smile, excited for my future with Luca where we canpractically read each other’s thoughts because our connection is so deep.
I take his hand under the table, holding on tight. Luca looks over at me, his face alight with a happiness so profound it makes my heart thunder in my chest.
I’d do anything to keep this look on his face.
For the rest of my life, I’ll make sure it never leaves.
Epilogue
LUCA
Maddox hastwo fingers buried inside me, and I’m nearly ready to come when my phone rings. I think my mistake is rolling my eyes toward it.
Zander set Juvenile’s “Back That Azz Up” as his ringtone, so I know it’s him. The moment of distraction earns me a teasing bite to my thigh and a stern look. I grin down the length of my body.
“I’m sure it’s not important. I can call him back when we’re done.”
That was the wrong thing to say—I can tell by the challenging look he’s giving me.
Of course, he and I both know I love it. We’ve kept our relationship quiet for the most part—the senior staff at the school know, and that’s more than enough for me.
I moved in with Maddox after the semester ended.
We never got in trouble for being together… and he wasn’t questioned about Professor Hilman again. I’ve never been happier.
Even if the look he’s giving me makes me question if I’m about to change my mind, before he speaks.
“Go ahead and answer it, little lamb.” Just the thought makes my face go red, though his fingers flexing inside me do a damngood job of keeping me right on the edge of the orgasm I’d been more than ready to have.
“I can wait, I—oh… mmmmf. Hey, Zandy.” I press the button to answer the call and pull my cell to my ear. The slow grin that spreads across Maddox’s face, the approval and desire… it’s worth whatever he’s about to put me through.
“Hey, Lucs!” He sounds so excited, and I would probably be more concerned with why if Maddox didn’t dip his head between my legs, using the two fingers in my hole to stretch me wider so he can lick me like a piece of candy. “Are you okay?”
I have to hide a moan with a cough, and my fingers clench and unclench at my side. I can see it, though, the way Mads looks up at me to check that this is okay, that this is something I want. In the months we’ve been together, we’ve gotten our communication down to a science. I don’t tap three times on my thigh. I don’t pull him back by his hair. I don’t safe-word.
I just arch a brow at him and spread my legs wider.
“Sorry,” I murmur, rocking my hips against the feel of Mad’s tongue delving and licking against me while his fingers twist, working that spot he’d already been playing with for a near half hour’s worth of edging. Whatever conversation Zandy wants to have, it better be short if he doesn’t want to be around for the finale. “You sound excited.”
There’s a few seconds of silence, and then he lets out what I can only say is the most masculine squeal I’ve ever heard in my life. The only good thing is it’s loud enough to cover the low groan that rips from my throat when Maddox gives one more flex of his fingers before standing up. He makes a show of grabbing the lube beside the bed and slicking his cock. Every movement is deliberate, every action seeking permission that I grant as I slant down and shift my hips to give him better access.
He looks down at me, at my worked hole and my eager expression, like he’s seeing heaven… and then he slides his cockinside me, and I have to bite my lip hard enough that I taste copper to keep from letting Zander know exactly what’s going on.
“W-what was that?” I say, because Iknowhe said something, but for the life of me all I can hear is my heartbeat thundering at the back of my throat as Maddox starts to fuck me in slow, steady thrusts that threaten to knock the breath from my chest.
“I said I’m gettingmarried.”
Oh.
“Oh shit,” I whisper, and I’m not sure if it’s at the image of scary boyfriend—fiancé now?—scary fiancé Kerian proposing, or because Maddox grabs one of my legs and draws it up along the length of his chest so he can plant a warm kiss on my ankle as he keeps moving. “That’s amazing, Zandy. When?”
“I have no idea… honestly, I’m not in charge of any of it. I swear Kerian has a wedding planner book stashed under his pillow. Total groomzilla.”
Wow, he sounds… really… really in love. Happier than I’ve ever heard him.
I want to tell him that I’m happy too, that I’vebeenhappy. I haven’t kept my relationship a secret out of fear… it’s more that I’ve been enjoying having it all to myself. I have to bite back another low sound when a broad hand wraps around my cock and starts to pump in time with the thrusts that are threatening to give away what I’m doing. The orgasm from earlier is roaring toward the surface again, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold it back this time.
