Epilogue
December Fourth
Tanya
I look around the bedroom trying to find my quickly discarded clothes. I should know better than attempt to get dressed with Major around. He always takes my clothes off much faster than I can put them on. Finally seeing my panties, I rush across the room.
Pulling my panties up my legs, I shake my head. “We’re gonna be late.”
“Yeah, we are.” Major chuckles, plopping down on our bed. “But that’s nothing new. People should expect it by now.”
Sliding my new blue dress over my head, the one I bought especially for tonight, I hear my phone ring again. I rush to pull it in place and run across the room to where my phone is sitting on the dresser. By the time I get it out, the ringing has stopped. That’s the third call I’ve missed in the last twenty minutes. The first was while Major had his head buried between my legs. He had me on my knees pounding into me from behind when it rang the second time. After a quick glance at the screen, I quickly hit call back and place it to my ear.
As soon as my mom answers, I start to explain. “Sorry, Mom, I know we’re late. We’re leaving in just a few minutes.”
“Rusty is fixing to cut the cake if you don’t get here soon,” she says, sounding more than a little pissed off. “You were supposed to be here nearly twenty minutes ago.”
Mom has really come into her own since Dad has disappeared from our lives. Not only does she work at Hadley’s, but she also started cleaning Willow’s father’s house once a week. She spends a lot of her time talking about the man, telling me all about how nice he is. I am starting to wonder if he is only her employer or something more.
It's been a little over three months since I saw my dad. He never came back after the day Major and Tucker ran him off the farm. He tried calling once, but I didn’t answer and he didn’t leave a message. He hasn’t even tried to contact Mom or Rusty. Mom doesn’t miss him at all, and I guess Rusty didn’t know him well enough to even notice his absence.
“Are you even listening to me?” she asks, growing angrier with each word.
“I know we’re running behind. I’m sorry,” I say, trying to cut off the lecture. “But we’re ready to leave now.”
“Hadley and Tucker are here already, so are Willow and Gunnar. I’m not sure what is going on between the two of them, but he won’t let Willow get more than a few feet away from him,” she says, blowing out a frustrated breath. “It doesn’t seem right that the birthday boy is the last one to show up.”
Today is Major’s twenty-sixth birthday. He made me promise no parties, saying he just wanted a night alone with me in bed. He forgot to get the promise from mom, so he’s getting a party anyway. Granted, it’s just roast beef and Mom’s homemade mashed potatoes and brown gravy, but it’s still taking him away from spending the night in bed with me.
“We’re walking out the door now, promise,” I say, sliding into my sandals. “See you in a few minutes.”
After a quick goodbye, I glance across the room at Major reclining on the bed. “You have made us late again.”
This has become a habit with us. We’re never on time, never, and it is always Major’s fault. Somehow, he always has me out of my clothes and in bed when we should be heading out the door. It’s a bit embarrassing when we finally get there and everyone knows we were late because we had to have sex. Granted, I always enjoy myself, but that doesn’t help with the embarrassment.
I place my hands on my hips, still glaring at him. “We are going to be the last ones to show up, and Mom is upset.”
Major just shrugs his shoulders, not caring one bit that Mom is pissed. “It’s my birthday. If I want to spend the whole damn day eating your pussy, I should be able to.”
There’s not much I can say to that because there is no way I am going to complain about him feasting on me, so I shrug back at him. “Come on, baby. Let’s hit the road.”
He slowly gets up, walking over to me and grabs my hand. He leads me down the stairs and out the door, neither of us saying a word. He still doesn’t say anything as he walks me to the truck and opens my door. Once I’m planted in my seat, he leans down and brushes his lips over mine.
“Do you know what I really want for my birthday?” he asks, his beautiful blue eyes shining with excitement.
Considering that I spent every penny I had buying him a copy of Johnny Cash’s Folsom Prison Blues on the original vinyl, I hope it isn’t much. “What?”
“For you to finally agree to be my wife;” he drops to one knee, pulling a deep purple velvet box out of his pocket. “Will you marry me, Tanya Walsh?”
When he flips the box open, a gasp rushes past my lips. He’s holding the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen. It’s not big and flashy like Hadley’s, but it’s not small either. What it is, is perfect, absolutely freaking perfect.
I look from the ring to him and back again, trying to catch my breath. “Are you serious? You really want to marry me.”
He has asked me hundreds of times. In fact, barely a day has passed when he hasn’t mentioned it at least once. Usually, he will say it in a playful manner, making me think he wasn’t serious. Even the few times I could tell he meant his words, he never really asked. He would just talk about when we were married. This time, I really think he is completely serious.
“I want nothing more than for you to be my wife,” he says, his voice gruff. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
Finally meeting his eyes again, I start to nod. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Tanya,” he says, still wearing a smile. “But that doesn’t answer my question, baby.”
Placing my hand on his cheek, I tell him what he needs to hear. “Yes, I will marry you. You could ask me a million times and I’d say yes every single time.”
He slides the ring on my finger as he stands up. His arms are around me a second later, pulling me out of the truck. A second after that, his lips are plastered on mine. The kiss is brutal, sensual, passionate, and most of all, full of love.
Before I even realize what is happening, he has me laid out on the truck seat with my panties hanging from one ankle. The freezing air hits my slit, just before his fingers glide through my folds. Pushing one into my depths, he hooks it to rub against my walls. Finding me more than ready for him, he pulls his hand away and quickly replaces it with his hard cock, sliding in all the way to the root.
“We’re gonna be really late,” I moan, not really caring at the moment. “Mom is going to be so pissed.”
Major plows into me, using none of his normal finesse. “I don’t give a shit. We don’t even have to go; she’ll get over it when she sees your ring.”
He pulls out to the tip, only to slam in again. He brushes against the mouth of my cervix with each thrust, adding a little pain to my pleasure. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him as deep as possible. Tilting my hips, I attempt to give him more room. He uses it, pulling a gasp from me with each thrust.
“Love you,” I mumble, unable to form any other words.
“You know I love you, too.” He groans, pulling out to the tip again. “Didn’t even know what love was until I met you.”
With that, he slams back inside. His mouth devours mine as his hands focus on my nipples, giving each one equal attention. He massages each breast, brushing his thumbs over the pebbled peaks. Finally, his fingers reach down to flick over my clit. The contact is enough to cause my pussy to convulse.
When he latches on and gives it a sharp twist, I let out a moan. As he does it a second time, my orgasm crashes over me like a freight train going full speed. He continues to pound into me, prolonging my pleasure. Once, twice, three times, he pushes into my depths before holding and growling out his own release.
When he finally catches his breath, he lifts his head and looks at me. “You are gonna make a beautiful Mrs. Brady.”
Reaching up, I push a stray lock of hair out of his eyes. “Only when you’re by my side.”
The End