Epilogue

Maya

Things had been blissful for the past ten months with James. Not only had we begun plans to add a studio to our home, but I’d been able to make a few connections and get my foot in the proper doors of the fashion industry. A lot of buzz had been created when he’d taken me to a red-carpet charity event as his date, and I’d shown up on his arm wearing one of my original dress designs, which I’d spent weeks making.

The next day the outfit was featured on the Best Dressed list, and people wanted to know all about me since James had donated a big sum to the charity. He’d finally made the news for something positive, and the media was being much kinder to him. That coupled with his life-saving product hitting the shelves at the same time, we were the next hot society couple.

It had opened doors that I would never have believed, and I’d been asked to design dresses for several Golden Globe nominees and two Oscar hopefuls.

Suddenly, our lives were in the fast lane, and even though it was so exciting, being alone with James, whether it was making love or hanging out watching bad TV, was still more exciting.

He loved to spoil me with flowers and kisses, and we’d even started cooking classes together.

“I’ve got everything we need for class tonight,” I said as I unpacked groceries. “The menu called for steak, so I hope I did a good job choosing.”

“It looks great. It’s much better than chicken again.” We’d been stuck making chicken dishes for the first half of the classes, and we were more than ready to move on to something with a bit of red meat.

“I’m ready for the seafood gumbo class.” Being from New Orleans, I couldn’t wait to see the instructor’s idea of gumbo, but I’d give him the benefit of the doubt. It might taste delicious.

“I’m ready to learn how to do fish, but more importantly, I’m ready to see you handle that big nasty fish.” I’d already expressed a trauma from my childhood had me not wanting to handle a dead fish, but he’d thought my icky face was adorable, and now he’d been asking me to do it since. “Do the face, baby.”

“No, I’m not doing the face.” He poked me in the side and helped put a few of the groceries away. “How did things go with Darek. Did you guys get in the entire course or just nine holes?”

His face fell a bit, and he looked to the floor. “There was a little bit of an accident on the course.”

“An accident?” I clutched my chest, and he nodded.

“That’s why I’m late. I accidentally knee-capped him.”

“Knee-capped?” I had no idea what he meant, and the visual images I was getting weren’t helping.

“Yeah, I accidentally got him on my backswing.”

“Oh, no, honey. Well, is he okay?” I’d encouraged the guys to hang out a bit in their downtime when it actually lined up.

“I took him to his car, and he’s supposed to go to his doctor. He had a goose egg the size of a softball pop up. It was hideous.”

“You let him drive!” I covered my mouth. The story just got worse and worse.

“He insisted. He got pissy with me, but he’s the one standing in the fucking way. Who does that?”

“I’ll call him later and check on him. You guys have to be careful.” I pulled him into my arms, and he gave me a quick kiss.

“Yes, dear. Sorry, dear.” He kissed me again, and I gave him a nudge for teasing at a time like that.

“You know, I’m going to owe that guy some cookies.”

“No way, I don’t want him near your cookies. Those are my cookies.” His hands gripped my breasts, and he kissed the side of my neck. “As a matter of fact, let’s go to the bedroom, and you can give me some right now.”

“I’m talking about out baking class. I’ll do some cookies and brownies and send them over. It’s the least I can do since you tried to cripple the poor guy.”

“You spoil him. I want you to spoil me a minute.” He had been spoiled plenty, but I liked that he was so protective of me and his cookies.

“Give me a minute and let me finish putting these up. There’s ice cream; it will melt.”

“Already put up.” He kissed my shoulder. “All of the cold stuff is. Let’s go to bed. I’ll put this up after I wear you out a bit.” His mouth hit my neck sending shivers down my spine as his hot breath licked my ticklish spot.

“Mm. Okay. But I don’t think I’m going to make it to the bedroom.” My fingers brushed through his hair.

He lifted my short dress up around my waist and pushed my ass back against the cool counter. “Good, I didn’t want to waste time either.” He went to his knees, and his mouth covered my panties, kissing my soft lace-covered mound.

I sucked in a breath through my teeth as his tongue explored the elastic of my panty and his fingers slipped inside and pulled them over to give him better access. He licked my lips, his tongue parting them as he flicked and drove me over the edge of my first orgasm.

“Fuck,” I let the word slip from my mouth, and he looked up and chuckled.

“That’s my foul-mouthed little angel. Feels good, doesn’t it?” His fingers were knuckle-deep and thrusting, spreading my channel as it trembled around him, gripping, releasing.

“Yes.” I threw my head back and let him lap and suck and kiss my folds until I found myself weak in the knees. “I’m going to fall.”

“No, I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got just the thing to prop you up with.” He stepped back and unzipped his pants to reveal his thick, broad erection.

He didn’t waste time taking his entry slowly like he’d done when we were first together. I’d more than adjusted to his length and girth.

His thick, hot cock penetrated me, filling me up and making me weak. My knees collapsed a little, and he spun me around to face the counter. “Let me fuck that sweet slit from behind, baby.”

“Yes.” I moaned my response, knowing how deep he could penetrate me in that position and how his cock would bang against my g-spot even better.

I lay on the counter, staring at the trivet that was in front of me as his cock slipped inside me, and his hand came around to rub my clit, and I moaned out as he drove it home, slapping against me. I loved when he fucked me hard, and I loved being manhandled, only because I knew he’d never do anything to hurt me. My orgasm came crashing like a wave to the shore, and I felt the sweet release trickle down my legs as he ground into me nice and deep.

“I want to fill you up, Maya. Tell me I can.” I’d been making him be extra careful, but now I’d been to the doctor, and my birth control was in full effect.

“It’s okay. The doctor said you’re all set.” I needed to feel him inside me, soaking me, marking me. And as if he’d been holding it for months, he pumped his cock a few more times and spilled his seed deep inside of me. I moaned and pushed back against him, wanting him to grind it inside of me.

His mouth closed on my neck as his cock stayed buried deep, and he ground hard. “That was so worth the wait. I don’t want to ever pull it out.” He rocked against me and kept at it until his cock was rock hard and begging for more. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” I kissed his mouth, and the phone rang.

“Ignore it, I’m not pulling out, and it might be Darek bitching about his leg.” The phone persisted as he ground his cock deeper thumping my g-spot.

It stopped long enough for him to take me to my next orgasm which had me spinning around and him carrying me over to our breakfast table. My ass hit the cold table, and he centered himself between the chairs and continued. “Whoever it is, I’m going to kill them,” he said.

“Not if I do it first,” I vowed, short of breath.

I came hard, and he collapsed against my tits and sucked my nipples. Soon, after seeing me to the edge again, his cock swelled and filled my depths. “I’m coming, baby.” His cock spilled inside of me, and he collapsed on top of me, kissing me and stroking my hair until the damned phone rang again.

“For fuck’s sake.” He turned and walked the short distance to my phone and answered. “Yes?”

I tried to contain my laughter as I waited for him to give whoever it was a piece of his mind. But then his face fell. “You do? Well, hold on.” He handed me the phone.

“Hello?” I gave him a narrowed glare as he stood pulling up his pants and smirking as I straightened my dress.

“Yes, Ms. Benton? This is Todd Sutterby down at Fast Fashion Magazine. I wanted to meet with you about your latest designs. I’d like to put you on the cover as the hottest upcoming designer.”

My heart raced as I tried to make arrangements and James stepped up to my side. His comforting arms went around me, holding me together while my dreams were becoming a reality.

I ended the call and was speechless for a moment.

“Congratulations, baby! No one deserves it more than you.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you. This was the perfect moment, and I’m glad I have you to share it with.”

“The skies the limit, baby. Together, there’s not anything we can’t do.” He pulled me into his arms, and we kissed so hard I thought my heart might explode with joy. I looked into his eyes knowing I never wanted to spend a moment of my life without him.

“Marry me, Maya.” I pulled away and met his eyes. “I know it’s sudden, but I don’t think I can top this perfect moment, and I’ve wanted to ask you for weeks, I just haven’t decided on the ring.” It wasn’t the perfect proposal, but I didn’t need fancy things with him.

“Yes. A million times, yes.”

The End

Author Note: Last but not least, we’re including one of my sister’s favorite short stories. Song writer rock star. She loves this one. I do too... but she writes music and I play the piano (if you didn’t know). Enjoy. Last one. I promise.