“That’s too much,” she cries, restlessly stirring her hips.
My palm finds her stomach and presses down, securing her body in place. “Sit your ass down while I clean you up, Cove. You’ll thank me for it later.” Lucky for me, she obeys. No trace of cum is left before I’m biting her clit and pulling it between my teeth, dying to have her cum against my lips one last time.
And there she goes, unraveling again when just minutes ago, she claimed it was too much. Never. I intend to wake her up with my head between her thighs as often as possible.
Sensitivity will be a thing of the past when it comes to Cove’s pussy. I’m a starved man who’s been deprived of love for far too long. I’ve got some making up to do.
“Your tongue is magical,” Cove exhales, coming down from her orgasm with a relaxed smile across her face.
I chuckle and stand, leaning to place a quick kiss on her lips. “And it’s only the beginning.”
epilogue
COVE
6 Months Later
“We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.”
Ernest Hemingway.
“Coffee?”
I look up and grin, finding Stetson standing in front of me with a smile full of so much adoration across his face. The glare from the afternoon Texas sun casts over the pole barn ahead, only making his handsome features that much more perfect. “You’d think after nearly six months of living together, I’d be used to this by now.”
“Used to what?” Stetson hands me his coffee cup—now our cup—and sits beside me onthe porch swing. Fresh-picked wildflowers litter the steps in ceramic planters, a never-ending burst of my happiness here at Coleson. Stetson refreshes them weekly for me, and I’ve never felt more treasured.
Mustard lies passed out between us with his head on my lap. The energetic pup has hardly left my side, quickly choosing my company over his father’s.
I think it’s safe to say he’s taken a strong liking to me. The feeling is mutual. In fact, I’ve taken a strong liking toeverythingabout Waterstone, Texas. I won’t lie, I had my hesitations about leaving Miami and moving here permanently. Not about Stetson, but about how I’d handle the change.
Would it be too slow-paced for me?
Will I still feel challenged in the world?
Will there be decent shopping? Not a nonnegotiable, but no less important.
Would I be okay not being close to my mom?
How would this change affect my career?
It took just doing it to feel how right it was. And because I love my job, I still fly a few times a month, the ranch keeping me surprisingly busy during my days off. Last I heard, the deal between Nathaniel and Harrison fell through the moment he left Waterstone, and I can’t help but be really proud of my involvement in that.
I feel an unexplainable peace knowing all potential reconciliation with my father is squashed. I never imagined myself saying that, but I’m better for it.
This change has been good—not only for me, but for my mom, too. She’s finally dating now that all the restorations are past her. I can’t begin to explain the relief knowing her home is stable and of good health. I think she feels it, too, finally ready to step outside her comfort zone and prioritize her own happiness.
I look to the love of my life, reminding him what I’ll never get used to. “Someone who knows all my needs and wants without having to ask. You know me well, Stet.”
He grins wide and full. God, he makes me so happy. “I love when you call me that.”
“And I love you,” I tell him, resting my head against his shoulder as he swings us slowly.
“You better,” he exclaims. “I might as well have splinters coming out of my ass from carving our names into that barn wood. Hurts like a bitch.” The same wood where parents initials rest on. He holds his calloused and now severely battered hands out in front of me, and I grip one in my hand.
My thumb coats the crevices filled with dirt, sweat, and now splinters. He works so hard and never once requests recognition for it. He’s humble and treats me like the world is, in fact, my oyster when I know it is not.
I don’t need it to be.
