Epilogue

Bethany

"Well? That was a hit." Bethany reclined in the back of the limo beside Damon as they pulled away from the reception. There had been far too many people to keep track of anyone. After hugging the hundredth person, the faces and conversations started to blend together.

"It was incredible. I'm fucking beat though." He reached over and touched the side of her face. "How about a quick shower and bed?"

"How about a long shower and bed?" She moved closer, pressing her shoulder to his as they slumped against the soft leather behind them.

"I like the sound of that too." His fingertips skimmed down her cheek. "Our flight leaves at ten in the morning, so we need to get up at six or so-"

He paused as Bethany sat up and moved into his lap, her huge wedding dress billowing down the sides of his legs.

"Stop talking about all the to-dos on our list tomorrow. Tonight is our first night as a married couple." She ran her hands down his firm chest and purred. "I don't want to focus on anything but each other."

His eyes darkened as he ran his hands up her skirt, dipping under it to brush the back of his fingers by her center. "You're not tired?"

"I'm beyond tired, but I'm not going to sleep without feeling you on top of me, buried deep inside of me, moaning all around me."

"Fuck, woman." He slipped his fingers into her panties and licked his lips. "I'm not sure we can do too much without you making a mess of this pretty dress that my daughter's going to wear one day."

She whimpered as he pushed her panties to the side, adding his other hand under her skirt.

"I love how you touch me," she whispered and leaned back, reaching behind her to grasp his knees for stability.

"Good. I'm going to be touching you for the rest of your life." He pressed his palm to her clit and slipped two fingers inside of her from his free hand. "Ride me, Beth."

She closed her eyes and let her head fall back, not caring about anything other than being close to him. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him.

"I want you so bad." She moaned and rolled her hips, forcing more of him inside of her.

"You need my cock, lover? Just say the words."

"Yes." She sat up further and reached for him.

"Not enough. Say what you want, and it's yours." He pulled one hand from her body and reached up, pulling her flush against him as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her. "You're so wet. Tell me what you need from me. No need to beg, baby, just demand it."

"You're the demanding one." She reached between them and undid his slacks. "I want my cock."

He chuckled. "Your cock?"

"You heard me right." She smiled and moved back, moaning loudly as he moved his other hand from underneath her skirt.

"I guess I did." He kept his eyes on her, but reached down and helped her pull his arousal from his pants. "Come get it."

She growled as exhaustion beat against her. It could take a back seat. There was something so thrilling about making love to Damon in a car, or a plane, or anywhere for that matter.

Moving up, she straddled his waist and pressed back on his shaft, letting the girth of it open her up fully. They groaned together as pleasure shot across Bethany's center.

Damon pulled her down and made love to her mouth as he took control of their sex, his hands gripping her ass under the dress, setting the rhythm so slow and deep. She shook with need by the time he released his hold on her and smiled.

"Do what you wanna do, baby. I can see it in your eyes, feel the tension in your body. Come for me and then I'll take back over." He looked up from beneath her, the man a god in his own right.

"Yes," she mumbled and reached up, gripping the top of the seat behind him as she pumped her hips, bouncing on his cock. Between the pressure and the delicious encouragements he continued to give, she didn't last more than a few minutes.

Her cries filled up the back of the cab, and she glanced over her shoulder, finding relief that the darkened window was raised between them and the driver.

"Focus on me. Come again." Damon gripped the side of her neck and forced her to turn back toward him.

"No. It's your turn." She cupped her hand over his and lifted up slowly, just the way he liked it.

"There are no turns, Beth. I want to feel you come again, to experience how good it is when your body contracts around mine. There's nothing better. Nothing." He lifted his hips, pumping into her body as she hovered above him, preparing for the next wave of heat and it didn't disappoint. It blasted through her, and she cried out again, so close to the edge.

"I want you in the bed, in the shower." She pressed her fingers into his chest.

"And you're going to have me in all those places. Moan for me. I love the sound of you getting off." He reached up and squeezed her breast, brushing his thumb over her nipple. "I'll come with you, just be loud. Let yourself go. No one is watching but me. I wanna see it. Feel it. Hear it. Come for me."

She glanced down at him and cried out as her orgasm hit. If the show was only for him, it needed to be from deep inside of her.

Lifting up, she locked eyes with him and let herself go, rolling her hips and working them both over the edge of orgasm. She rolled and bounced, moaning and whimpering as he panted and held on tightly to her.

"That's it, beauty. Give me your all."

She moaned and pressed back as the high faded. "I'm so tired." She slumped down against him, resting in the cradle of his arms. "I love you so much."

"Me too, baby. That was amazing. You were amazing." He held her for a few more minutes until the car stopped. "Roll over and let me put myself together. We'll get you out of that dress and into the shower in a few minutes, okay?"

"Okay," she whispered before rolling back to her seat. She couldn't remember being so weary before, but they'd been through a lot over the last few days, and even more so that day. It had been picture perfect though. Nothing was out of place or got messed up or fell apart.

Funny enough, if it had, she wasn't too sure it would have mattered. As long as she ended the night as Mrs. Damon Bryant, all would be well.

Damon put himself back together and helped her out of the car, thanking the driver and walking with her to the house. He unlocked the door and paused to put the key in his pocket.

"What are you doing?" She smiled as he reached for her and picked her up. Excitement filled her, forcing the tiredness to fade away.

"Carrying you across the threshold." He smiled and kissed her before walking toward the door.

"I thought you didn't like tradition." She reached up and touched his face, her heart swelling in her chest.

"Some things are worth respecting." He walked with her into the house and put her down, wrapping his arms around her. "Like a woman who's committed to an asshole like me. Who knew you had the power to change me."

"Are you changed? I don't think so." She laughed and ran her hands down his back.

"You don't?"

"Nope, and I would hope that you never change. I love you just like you are."

"Why does that turn me on?" He gave her a cocky smile.

"Because everything turns you on?"

"Right. You can get a head start." He nodded toward the bed. "But take it now."

"What?" She turned and jogged toward the bedroom, squealing as he barreled after her.

Nothing had changed, and yet everything had.

Beth knew without a doubt that nothing would ever be the same.

She was a Bryant now. In the right way. As Damon's wife.

The End

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