Epilogue

Blaze

Six months later

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“Fuck,” Galen hissed as I slipped inside his body.

“Does that feel good, baby?” I asked huskily, letting my tongue trace over the shell of his ear.

“Oh fuck,” he murmured, his hands gripping the backs of my thighs as he pulled me closer.

“That’s it, nice and quiet.” I pulled out until only my tip was left inside him, then surged forward in a hard thrust that had him biting back a curse filled cry.

I tried to tease him with slow, deep thrusts, but after a few moments my body tightened and I wasn’t able to hold back any longer.

I slipped my hands from his chest to the tops of his shoulders and held Galen close as I snapped my hips in a frantic and almost frenzied pace, ramming into him as hard and as fast as I could.

We were both grunting and panting, desperately trying to keep our voices down as we were driven higher and higher.

I knew everyone at the party would know exactly what we were doing the moment we’d slipped into the store room under the guise of looking for a specific bottle of wine, but that didn’t mean we had to give everyone a show.

“Come for me, baby,” I urged as my balls tightened and my thighs cramped. I was close, too close.

“Almost there, babe. I’m so close.”

Galen’s left hand closed around mine and I smiled against his neck as our new rings clinked together softly.

It had only been three days since Galen had surprised me with the proposal. I’d bought him a ring over a month ago, trying to figure out the perfect time to propose, but he’d beaten me to it.

It had been low-key and perfect. He’d simply handed me the box after dinner one night and waited while I opened it. When I’d seen the simple gold ring with a black band running through it, I’d almost burst out laughing. When Galen had given me a strange look I’d schooled my features and waited expectantly.

“Marry me?” he’d asked, and I’d pulled the ring free and slipped it on my finger.

“Hell yeah.”

After kissing him I’d told him to wait for a moment and had gone to the bedroom and found my old duffle bag. I’d dug out the ring I’d picked out for him and brought it to the table.

He’d taken the box with a smile, but when he’d seen the ring he’d burst out laughing.

We’d chosen the exact same ring.

“Marry me?” I’d asked teasingly as he slipped the ring on his finger and admired it for a moment.

“Oh hell yeah.” He’d nodded, grinning up at me.

The rest of the night had been a blur of orgasms and kisses, and when I’d gone to work the next day Galen had come with me so we could share the news with our family.

Layla and Evan had thrown together a small engagement party for us after closing tonight and we’d been hanging out with everyone when Galen had looked at me with pure hunger in his eyes. I’d made some lame excuse about going to look for a bottle of wine and asked Galen to come with me. No one had said a word, although Rhys and Cody had winked at me as we’d passed them.

I’m not even sure the storeroom door had fully closed before we’d been on each other, and after a bit of rushed kissing Galen had undone his pants and dropped them before turning around for me.

“Fuck you feel so good,” he panted, grunting softly as I hammered into him over and over again.

“Ready, baby?”

“I’m ready.” He nodded, gripping my hand tighter. “I love you.”

“I love you.” I kissed his neck and squeezed my eyes closed as his words washed over me, sending me over the edge.

I felt his ass clamp down on my cock as his orgasm hit him only seconds later, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to let my knees buckle and fall to the floor.

We managed to stay on our feet, but stayed pressed together for a few minutes as we caught our breath and basked in the moment. When my spent cock slipped out of him he turned his face to mine for a deep kiss, his tongue twining and toying with mine. Before things could get too hot and heavy again, I broke the kiss and stepped back.

It took us a moment to clean up, pull our pants up and right our clothes. I smoothed out my hair but knew my face was flushed and Galen’s eyes were sparkling and bright. There was no way we could hide what we’d just done, and I knew no one would care.

My life was finally falling into place.

I was marrying the man of my dreams, the same man who’d encouraged me to take some courses at the local community college so I could eventually get my degree in social work and start a career helping kids who’d been put in the same position I had.

Galen had also moved to a different firm and now focused on family law and advocating for kids who found themselves in the system. It didn’t pay nearly as much, and the work was emotionally draining some days, but he was so much happier, and I loved seeing him smile as he told me about the kids he worked with.

His family still hadn’t come around, but he’d been telling the truth when he’d said he didn’t care and he’d cut all of them out of his life. He’d become close with all of my friends, and he’d won Layla over the first time he’d met her.

We had our makeshift family and we had each other. It was everything I’d always dreamed of but never thought I’d have, and it was perfect.