Epilogue - Dana

One year later

I’m in the car with Keagan, and he’s driving across town, weaving in and out of the late afternoon traffic that’s starting to build.

“Where are we going?” I ask. “I still need to shower before we go to dinner.”

“It’s a surprise,” Keagan says. “And you’ll have plenty of time to get ready when we’re done. I just want to show you something.”

I reach for him, putting my hand on his thigh. He takes my hand in his and raises it to his lips, kissing my knuckles. I smile at him and turn my face to the passenger window.

Since we got back together a year ago, I never moved out. I’m still living with him. It just seemed practical.

A few weeks later, I got a job with another design firm, and they knew who I was and what I am to Keagan from the get go. I prefer honesty and being open about my life. I don’t like secrets.

Our relationship hasn’t been easy in the slightest with the public attention, especially at first. They were all over us in the beginning, and the pressure was on. But as time passed, the press got bored with us and started following other celebrities around again. Still, whenever we go out, like tonight’s dinner, there is someone taking a snap of us. All that’s posted now is how happy we are together, still going strong after a year and defying the odds.

I like it when they write things like that about us, because it’s true. You never know where you’ll find love, and we have defied the odds for sure.

Keagan finally turns and pulls into a parking lot that looks familiar. I look around.

“Where are we?” I ask, and then I see it. “We’re at school?”

He chuckles. “Sort of.”

We both get out. The school isn’t being used anymore, but it’s only been closed, not demolished or remade. Everything looks almost the same as when we still came here, except for the trees being bigger and the place looking like a ghost town.

“What are we doing here?”

Keagan walks to the gate, and I notice that it’s not locked. He pushes it open.

“Why isn’t that locked?” I ask.

“I called in a favor. It helps to be famous and rich. I can pull all sorts of strings.”

I shake my head and smile. I’m not sure why we’re here, but I’m up for a stroll down memory lane. Keagan lets me walk through the gate first, the perfect gentleman, and closes it again behind us. We walk around the building. I can see from here that the front doors are locked, and I don’t feel like going inside a creepy abandoned school, no matter how good the memories.

We walk to a tree at the far end of the grounds.

“This tree has gotten so much bigger,” I say, touching the bark.

Keagan nods.

“Time changes everything,” he says. “But it never changes how I feel about you.”

I smile at him. “You’re being all poetic,” I say. I turn and look around the grounds. It’s strange standing here again, and memories flood through my mind.

“This is exactly where I was standing when I decided,” Keagan says.

“Decided what?”

“That I was going to pursue the cute girl I had a crush on.”

I smile at him and lean against him, my head on his shoulder.

“You always had good taste,” I say.

He chuckled. “And I got the girl I wanted.”

We stand together in silence for a while. Then Keagan moves away from me, and I look at him, confused. He has a strange expression on his face, and he swallows hard, like he’s nervous.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

He nods. “I brought you here because I wanted to come full circle.”

I frown at him. “Full circle? What do you mean?”

Keagan drops to his knee, and it takes me a moment to realize what he’s doing. He takes a small black box out of his pocket, and I clap my hands to my mouth, a lump suddenly in my throat.

“I love you, Dana White,” Keagan says, opening the box to show a ring with a stunning diamond. “Marry me.”

“Oh, my god,” I say, stunned. I don’t even have to think about the answer, though. “Yes!”

Keagan grins at me and takes out the ring, sliding it onto my finer. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.

“I love you, too,” I say.

I can’t believe it. We’re engaged. When I let go of him, I study the ring closer. The diamond is huge, but it’s set in smaller diamonds that make an intricate pattern all around it. It’s fit for a princess.

“Do you like it?” he asks.

I nod. “I love it,” I say. I would have been happy with anything. I’m engaged to Keagan now, and that makes me happier than anything in the world. But the ring is gorgeous.

I hug him again, and he cups my face in his hands and kisses me. When he breaks the kiss, he takes my hand in his, and our fingers interlink. I’m aware of the ring on my finger, the feeling still foreign, but oh so welcome. Hand in hand, we walk back to the car.

The parking lot is empty, and there’s no traffic passing the area where the old school is situated. We’re the only ones around. Keagan pulls me against him, pressing me against the car. His hands are on my hips, and he nuzzles my neck. I laugh because it tickles. He presses his crotch against me, and he’s hard.

“Are you turned on?” I ask.

He nods against my neck, his lips working the skin, and I’m starting to feel aroused, too. He knows just which buttons to hit.

“Being engaged to you makes me horny. We should fuck to seal the deal.”

“Isn’t that when you get married?” I ask.

“Okay, we’ll do it then, too.”

I laugh. He cuts off my laughter with another kiss, and his hand slides onto my breast. We’re in public, and I look around.

“No one’s here to see, baby,” Keagan says. His eyes are on me, and they’re drowning deep.

“I want you here and now,” he says.

“But we’re in a parking lot.”

He presses himself against me again, and my body responds. Heat washes through me and pools between my legs. I’m suddenly breathing harder, and I ache for him now.

“Do you think?” I ask, looking at the back seat.

“Definitely,” Keagan says and opens the door.

He climbs into the backseat first, and I follow. The door is barely closed when his hands are on my breasts, kneading, tugging at my blouse. I can’t take it off out here, but he works his hand into my collar, and his fingers find my tight nipple. He pinches it lightly, and I gasp.

His hand trails down my body and onto my crotch where he cups my pussy through my pants. I want him badly now.

I sigh in frustration and start undoing my pants.

“When we get caught, the bail money is coming out of your account,” I threaten.

Keagan laughs. “It’s a price I’m more than willing to pay.”

He looks down at me as I peel off my pants, hunger clear on his face. I reach for him, undoing his buckle and unzipping his pants. It’s easier to get to him than it is to get to me.

I take his hard cock out of his pants, and it stands up, hard and proud. I struggle to get onto his lap in the confined space, but then I’m straddling his hips, and I sit down on him. His cock pushes into me and we both groan.

I sit down on him and he cups my breast again. I look around to see if we’re being watched at all, but there’s no one.

I start bouncing up and down on his cock, and the sounds of our moaning and groaning fills the small space in the car, wrapping around us. My hands are on his shoulder, and the diamond ring glints on my finger. I keep bouncing up and down, fucking him, and his breath becomes ragged. His eyes are on mine the whole time, and even though it’s quick and dirty out here, it’s more like making love than fucking.

Keagan is closer to coming than usual. I can tell by the way his eyes change, and he gets a look of concentration on his face. It takes time together to read each other, and we’re getting to know each other better and better.

I want to come when he does. It’s my favorite when we do it at the same time. I reach between my legs and find my clit. I rub it furiously while I’m bouncing up and down on his cock, bringing myself to the brink of an orgasm. The thrill of doing it in public, of maybe being caught, pushes us both closer in record time.

When Keagan swallows hard and tips his head back, I know that he’s there, and I sit down on him, hard. He releases inside me, cries out, and the sound and sensation kicks me over the edge, too.

We come together, his cock twitching inside me, my body squeezing him, milking him, and we’re caught in a flurry of passion for a moment.

The orgasms, albeit strong, are over as quickly as they came, and I clamber off Keagan and find my pants, pulling them up. I know it’s going to be a mess, but I’ll clean up at home.

“I’m not nearly done with you yet,” Keagan says to me in a throaty voice when he watches me get dressed. “That was just an appetizer.”

I grin and kiss him. We get out of the back seat and walk around to the front seat. Keagan gets behind the steering wheel, and I sit next to him. He pulls out of the parking lot.

“That was spectacular,” I say.

Keagan nods. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” he says.

I smile. I can’t wait for that, either.

When Keagan pulls into traffic again, the smell of sex and happiness hangs in the car. He’s holding my hand as we drive. I look out of the passenger window at the cars passing us.

“What do you think Chris and my mom will say?” I ask.

Chris hasn’t exactly been happy about us being together, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. He didn’t tell us off every other day, so it was fine. But I would have liked to have his blessing.

Of course, we are old enough to do what we want, and this is going to happen either way.

“I think Susan will have seen it coming,” Keagan says.

My mom always knows things in advance. I nod.

“And my dad will just have to get used to the idea,” he adds. “He knows what love is, and he can’t deny that we love each other. That’s all we need.”

Keagan kisses my hand again, and we drive in silence toward home. We’re going out to dinner, but I know that Keagan will have his way with me again first.

And I’m more than happy about that.