Epilogue

A couple months later

Mason

The ride up into the hills was absolutely beautiful. When had I picked Ash up, she’d looked stunning in her crimson red dress. It had these little white polka dots that offset the onyx jewelry she had around her neck. I’d wanted to strip her down and pound her into the limo seat. God, we had wonderful memories in the back of this thing. But I was waiting for the big bang tonight.

I was waiting until after the prize.

We crested the hill and came upon a massive house. Ash gasped. She was gazing out the window while her body was hunkered down into mine. I couldn’t help but hold my breath. Her back was pressed against my pocket, and the box in it was digging into my thigh.

Reminding me it was there. Reminding me I still had a job to do.

When we came to a stop, I pulled out a blindfold. Ash was hesitant. I told her not to worry, that I had her, and that it was merely to build the anticipation. She relented, made some comment about her makeup, and then let me take her hand and lead her from the limo. She walked with me, her hand tightly wound in mine, until we were inside the house.

“Can I take it off now?” she asked.

“Not just yet.”

I wound her through the corridors, trying to thoroughly confuse her until I found the hallway I wanted. We padded down the hall slowly. The bright light from the room I wanted was pouring into the hallway.

“Now can I?” she whined.

“Almost there,” I said.

I led her into a room that had a massive work table that faced the window. The view was breathtaking. You could see the whole of L.A. from it. It even had a balcony, the doors of which she could throw open and go sit out there for inspiration.

Drawers were built into the walls, and inside those drawers were hundreds of thousands of dollars of precious materials and gems for her to use for her jewelry.

I wanted to invest in her dream. Everyone on the street complimented what she wore, and they always asked who had made it.

And they were always stunned when she said herself.

She had people stop her and spout off orders, saying they wanted two pairs of the earrings she was wearing or four of the necklaces she had on. She quickly became so inundated with orders that she had to quit the craft shop.

And Luna was all too happy to see her go.

“Now, Mason?” she asked.

“Now,” I said.

I removed the blindfold, and she slowly looked around the room. Her eyes adjusted before they fell on the work table, and I could tell she was thoroughly confused.

“Mason, where are we?” she asked.

“Well, this is your new workroom for your jewelry business,” I said.

“Wait, what?”

“Yep,” I said, nodding. “It’s a room within our home.”

“A workroom. Wait. Our home!?”

I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled out the little box. When I got down on one knee, her jaw dropped to the floor.

“Ash, from the moment we first met in that bar I had absolutely no idea how to find, I knew there was something about you—something different and quirky—and it drew me in from the start. What started out as a favor to you turned into a love I didn’t realize I could have for another person.”

“Oh, my god,” she said.

“And I know I’ve made mistakes. Too many to count, in fact. But I’ll spend the rest of my life making them up to you. Ash, I’ll spend my entire life showing you just how much you mean to me, just how special you are to me, just how much I love you.”

“Oh, Mason,” she choked out.

“Ash—my beautiful, talented, strong Ash—will you marry me and turn this house into a home?”

I searched her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks. She grabbed the collar of my suit coat and ripped me from the floor, and when she did, she stood on her toes and crashed her lips into mine. Her arms flew around my neck, and I picked her up off the floor. When I set her back down, we were both panting and gasping for air.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she shrieked.

I plucked the ring from the box and slid it onto her finger, but her eyes were nowhere near it. They were looking around the room and taking in the view, digesting everything that had happened.

Her hand was still slid perfectly in mine.

“I love you so much, Mason,” she said.

I knocked her off her feet and scooped her up in my arms. We barreled out of the room before she had a chance to make her way onto the balcony. I knew if she went out there, I’d never get her back, and I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.

That dress was going to go fabulously with the carpet in our master suite.

I walked us up the stairs while she peppered my neck with kisses. When we burst into the room, I slowly lowered her onto the bed. She was radiant in the sunlight that streamed in through the windows, and I couldn’t help but brush a little bit of her dyed green hair back from her face.

“It really brings out the color of your eyes,” I said.

“So you like it?” she asked.

“I love it.”

I lowered my lips to her neck, and she bowed her body into mine. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. If I could have it my way, I’d order us dinner in bed and we’d never leave. My hands trailed up her thick thighs, and I felt her wetness beckoning to me.

I groaned. “Oh, god, Ash. The things you do to me.”

I dropped to my knees and allowed my tongue to feast on her drippings. I licked the inside of her leg before my mouth cupped her clothed pussy. She rolled her hips into my face, begging and wanting more from me, but I was going to take my time with her.

I was going to relish the body of my fiancée.

I hooked my fingertips into her underwear and slowly slid them off her legs. I took off her heels and kissed every toe she had on her feet, but my body was pulling me elsewhere. My mouth was salivating for the sweet honey she was making for me. I trailed my nose up her leg while my hands slid up the inside of her dress. My tongue finally reached its destination, and I licked her and swallowed every drop of her.

“Oh, god, Mason.”

Long, languid strokes tickled her pussy lips, and her legs quickly locked around my head. Her dress was bunched up around her waist, and her body was flailing for me on the bed. Her hands wrapped into my hair and pulled me closer, but I was going to make sure this was a day she wouldn’t forget.

I was going to crash this orgasm so hard over her body, it would bring tears to her eyes.

I slowly circled her clit and could feel it pulsing against my tongue. Her moans and groans shifted to whispered pleas for mercy. When her thighs began to glisten with a sheen of sweat, I realized she’d been tortured enough. Silently, I slipped a hand from her stomach and slid a finger deep inside her. Her walls fluttered around my intrusion, and I could no longer help myself.

Deeper and deeper I licked, flicking her swollen bud and crooking my finger against that beautiful spot of hers. When her back arched off the bed, I knew she was almost there. Her juices dripped down my chin as she lost control of her body. Her hips rolled into my face, and my dick throbbed against my pants. I couldn’t take it any longer.

“Mason! Please! Have mercy!”

So I did. I sucked that tight little clit between my lips and buried my face into that juicy pussy. She flung herself off the edge, her legs trembling around my ears. Moans, desperately trying to paint a picture of how good her body felt, left her lips instead of my name. She trembled and convulsed in front of me while sweat dripped down her chest. When her body finally hit the bed, I smiled and gave those beautiful pussy lips one last kiss.

“Come here,” she whispered.

I rose to my feet just as she rose from the bed. I went to crawl on top of her, but she pushed me back. She pushed me so hard I fell into a chair, and her hands went to work on my belt faster than I could protest. She undid my zipper, and my rock-hard cock came flying out. She straddled my hips, and I shook with anticipation.

I loved holding her like this: face to face, close to my body while she rode my dick. I could feel the heat of her pussy hovering over my leaking tip, and our eyes locked as she slowly sank down onto it.

“Jesus Christ, Ash,” I grunted.

Her hips rolled against mine, and her juices soaked the fabric of my pants. My hands cupped that round, luscious ass of hers, and she pulled her dress over her head. She was beautiful with her skin bared to me and her body flushed with the pleasure only I could give her. No man had ever made her come the way I could, and no other man would ever get the chance.

She cupped my cheeks and found my gaze. We locked eyes as I slowly rolled my hips into hers. Every single thrust I made stroked my cock in all the right places, and every single time I reared up, her eyes fluttered closed.

“You’re beautiful,” I said.

All she could reply with was a whimper.

Slowly but surely, our undulating bodies reached their peaks. I raised my hips to hers while she bore hers down onto mine. My hands couldn’t help but sink themselves into her hips as my dick began to twitch.

“Come with me,” I growled.

Her walls fluttered at my command just as my dick grew and throbbed within her. I slammed my hips up into hers one more time and then spilled my essence into her body. Her walls squeezed my cock, milking me for all I was worth. Her moans were swallowed by the crook of my neck while her fingernails raked down the fabric of my suit coat.

“I love you,” I whispered in her ear. “I love you so much.”

We sat there, cradled in each other’s arms while our juices dripped down onto my pants, and the only thing I could think about was that one little word.

Yes.

The love of my life had said yes.

I would spend the rest of my life making sure she never regretted that decision.

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THE END OF FIRST BOOK