35. Epilogue

Two months later...

Getting used to being back with the band and away from Ryan was hard as fuck. A few times over the past few weeks, I'd wanted to say fuck it and throw her over my shoulder and run back to Texas. Even though I knew we were both working, and we both loved our careers, that didn't make shit any easier.

I'd been gone in the studio for forty-eight goddamn hours, and every one felt like an eternity. Ryan texted me earlier that she'd be with True and Amara until the morning when Julian relieved her, so needless to say, I was fucking cranky at the prospect of coming home to an empty house and having to wait another twelve miserable hours to see her.

Saying I was fine with her working with Connor's team and actually feeling fine with it were two different things. I loved seeing her happy, but I missed her when she wasn't around.

Walking through my front door, I slammed it harder than necessary, taking out my irritation on the innocent piece of wood but not giving a single fuck. I threw my keys onto the table, but with so much force, they slid off the top and fell onto the floor. Not bothering to pick them up, I stalked into the kitchen, planning to pour myself a shit ton of whiskey.

Instead, my goddamn jaw almost hit the floor when I crossed the threshold into the room. Ryan stood behind the island dressed like a fucking Playboy bunny, complete with ears. My gaze raked hungrily down her body, taking in the bright blue satin bunny ears on her head, the black bowtie at her neck, and the curve-hugging blue satin bustier her tits were spilling out of.

Her long legs were wrapped in black fishnet stockings, and my cock had never been harder. She was my fantasy come to life. "What are you doing, Freckles?" I managed to choke out despite the fact my brain was exploding into ten thousand tiny pieces because of how goddamn incredible this was.

Instead of answering, she sauntered across the kitchen and handed me a glass of whiskey just how I liked it. I gripped the glass and lifted it to my lips, letting the drink burn its way down my throat, but my eyes never left hers.

"What? Aren't you happy to see me?" she purred, running her index finger down my chest and abs before grabbing my dick through my jeans.

"Fuck," I groaned as she suddenly spun and pressed her ass into me, fluffy bunny tail and all. I reached over and set my glass on the island, grabbing her hips with both of my hands and pulling her closer as she ground herself against me.

"Don't you remember?" she murmured. "Miss August 2003?"

If I wasn't so goddamn turned on right now, I might ask her how the hell she remembered my favorite Playboy Playmate of all time. The one that I jerked off to so many times when I was twelve, I'm surprised my dick didn't fall off. But at this moment? The how didn't matter. The fact that she was standing in front of me as my living fantasy in more ways than one had my pulse skyrocketing as my heart tried to pump all my blood to my cock.

"As if I could forget," I ground out, my hands finding their way around to the front of her body and gliding up and down every silky inch of her costume as she pressed herself harder back against me.

Slowly, she lowered herself, dragging her body down mine until she was on her hands and knees, her ass in the air as she wiggled her hips, that goddamn bunny tail taunting me like a red cape to a bull. Ryan glanced back at me over her shoulder with a wicked grin on her face and one last wiggle of that tail before turning around and kneeling in front of me.

I was surprised my dick hadn't punched a hole in my jeans to free itself at this point, but when she reached up and unzipped my fly, I practically moaned at how good it felt when I popped free of the confining denim. Her nails scratched down my thighs, making me shiver.

She yanked my jeans down, and I stepped out of them, and then she practically tore my boxers off of me. I almost fell over trying to step out of them as fast as she wanted me to, and she giggled and flashed me that wicked smile of hers again.

"Careful, Freckles," I warned, not minding the idea of taking this whole situation over and showing her who's really in control.

"Or what?" she challenged, a mischievous glint in her eye.

I reached down and tugged at her bowtie, running my finger around the inside of it before wrapping my fingers around the band and pulling her slightly forward. "Or I'll show you exactly what happens to bunnies who misbehave."

She stood up and kissed me, her tongue swirling with mine before she pulled back and slid that goddamn satin outfit down along my body until my cock was wedged between her tits. She moved up and down a few times, letting my shaft glide along the silky material. I'd never felt anything like it, and I never wanted her to stop.

My head fell back on my shoulders, and I closed my eyes, letting the feel of her perky tits sliding along my dick wash over me and mentally saying the alphabet backward to keep from coming. I had big plans for that bunny outfit, and coming in the first five minutes was not part of them.

Cool air rushed across the heated skin of my erection catching my attention, and I looked down just as Ryan stuck her tongue out and ran it along the entire length of my shaft before pulling me into her mouth. She sucked, bobbing her head up and down as she gripped the base of my cock in her fist. As much as I'd already learned her body, she'd paid attention and discovered mine, too. I was already close to coming, so I pulled her off of me.

"On your hands and knees," I ordered. My cock swelled even more as I watched her follow my command. I walked around her slowly, taking my time as she watched my every move with lust-filled eyes.

Stopping behind her, I got on my knees, pressing my dick up against her satin-covered ass. I reached down, running my hand along the curve of her ass before grabbing a handful of her fishnet and tearing it apart. No part of me wanted her out of this bunny outfit when I fucked her.

No, I was going to fuck her while she was wrapped in bright blue satin, fluffy tail and all. Sliding the satin material to the side, I slipped a finger inside her soaking pussy. "Already so wet for me," I murmured as she rocked back against me. Pulling my finger out, I slapped her ass, and she yelped before moaning.

"Hold still, Freckles, or you'll get another one," I demanded, and she stilled under my palm. Pushing my finger back inside of her, I worked it in and out a few times before adding a second. She squirmed again, and I bit my lip while I slapped her ass again, rubbing away the sting as she cried out.

"Had enough?" I asked.

"Have you?" she countered and fuck if I didn't love how this girl always challenged me.

Rather than answer, I moved the satin fabric further over and replaced my fingers with my cock, pushing inside Ryan until I was buried balls deep. She let out an excited gasp before rocking back against me again.

"Haven't you learned who's in charge yet?" I questioned as I pulled out and slammed back inside of her again and again. Leaning forward, I grabbed the back of the bow tie collar she wore and wrapped my fingers around it, holding on while I set a punishing pace, our hips slamming together relentlessly

Letting go of the collar, I reached around and rubbed her clit in the same rhythm I fucked her, and she bucked against me, clawing at the floor and cursing like I'd never heard out of her before. As I picked up my pace, she tensed around me, and I knew she was about to come. "Come for me, Freckles," I urged as she squeezed my dick and shook around me. Her inner walls contracted, and I was fucking done. My eyes rolled back in my head as I slammed into her one last time before I surrendered and rode wave after wave of pleasure until I couldn't hold myself up anymore.

Pulling out of Ryan with a wince, I flopped down on the floor beside where she'd fallen. Both of us breathed heavily, and she crawled over to me, resting her head on my stomach and looking up at me with a satisfied smile, bunny ears askew. "We're definitely doing that again," she panted.

"Fuck, yes, we are," I agreed, running my fingers through the tangles of her hair and humming contentedly. My earlier irritation was completely forgotten.

"What is this?" Ryan asked as she dropped her bag on the floor of the entryway. Our house's open floor plan meant she looked right into the kitchen where I was covered head to toe in flour and other powdery baking shit, but fuck it. I tried.

I held up a plate of darker-than-they-should-be chocolate chip oatmeal cookies for her. "I made you our favorite."

Her lips twitched as her gaze roamed over the plate. "Your favorite, you mean." She picked up one of the cookies and took a tentative bite. I didn't miss the flinch she made when she crunched off a small piece.

"They're my favorite now," she confirmed, lifting her eyes until I was lost in her gaze. "You made them for me."

I laughed as she shoved the rest of the cookie in her mouth, chomping down loudly and obnoxiously. She slid closer to me, wrapping her arms around my neck as she laughed and dropped crumbs out of her mouth. They added to the mess I already was as they fell against my black shirt.

"Sooooo goooood," she moaned, rolling her eyes back as she swallowed. Once she got the bite down, I reached over the counter and passed her a cup of milk.

My cookies sucked, and it was no secret; they were dry as fuck.

Still, she ate them with a somewhat inappropriate reaction, and I loved her all the more for it.

"Thank you for doing this for me, Romeo. I love them," she murmured, pressing herself against me as I leaned down to kiss her. "And you're forgiven for being an epic asshole to me and my cookies," she added.

I laughed, bending to pick her up and carry her off to our bed, ignoring the mess I made in the kitchen. Life with Ryan would never be boring and fuck if I wasn't looking forward to seeing how she kept me on my toes for the rest of my life.

"Show me what you've got," I prompted Griffin, where he sat behind the drum set in the studio we were recording in. Our new album was underway, but we were messing with some new shit and hadn't gotten the sounds we wanted. Nothing had been coming out right, and all of us were frustrated as fuck. So, we were taking a well-deserved break.

Griffin had been my shadow since we got to LA, and I had to admit he was impressive as hell. Apparently, musical talent was in our blood, so that was something we bonded over right away when he came to LA with me.

He spun the wooden stick in his hand before slamming it onto the snare drum's surface, his arms flying so fast they were almost a blur as he pounded out a beat. I glanced at the other guys who were behind the glass panel watching. Jericho was our drummer, that wasn't in question. But there was no doubt in my mind that Griffin needed to be making music.

I wanted to help him however I could, and I had connections. For now, he was happy to hang with the four of us watching and learning. But he was a fast learner, and I doubted that'd be enough for him for long. He was also fucking wild, and if he brought one more hookup home from some random club, I was going to make him get his own place.

Ryan didn't need to be around that shit, and neither did I. I was done with all that and didn't have room for it in my life anymore. I understood him, though. I was the same when I was his age, trying to lose myself in anything I could that might make me feel but not feel too much. Anything that might make me forget.

It was fun until it wasn't.

A small part of me worried for him, my stint in rehab coming to mind. So, I tried to give him direction. To give him something productive to focus on. He had all the talent, and I wanted to see him use it. I hated to admit it, but he might be a better drummer than Jericho, and Jericho was the fucking best .

Griffin finished his piece, grinning up at me while he panted lightly from the exertion of flinging his body around behind the drums. "Well?"

"It was good." I shrugged, holding back my praise. He didn't need to go and develop a fucking ego.

Jericho walked into the room and stepped up to the drums. He held out his hand, and Griffin passed him the sticks before sliding off of the stool. Jericho eyed me and tilted his head in a way that said I've got this and went to fucking town, playing the drum line from one of our most popular songs. When he finished, Griffin gaped at him as he absently grabbed the sticks back from where our drummer offered them out to him.

Jer stood and came to stand next to me, leaning against the wall and looking completely disinterested as Griffin played back from memory the exact pattern Jericho had just played. I was impressed as fuck, but I schooled my features, not wanting to give that shit away. When he finished, Jericho pushed off the wall. "You finished two bars ahead," was his only comment before turning and leaving the room.

Even I thought that shit was cold.

Griffin's smile dropped a little. "Is he always that much of an asshole?"

I grinned. "Yeah, pretty much. Ready to go home? Quinn's making dinner."

Griffin perked up. "Is Ryan going to be there?"

I pulled my phone out and checked my messages, smiling like an idiot. "Yeah, she's home tonight."

"Fuck, I'm going out. I can't listen to you two fucking all night again. I don't know how Quinn does it. I'm done with that shit," he complained, grabbing his bottle of water as we walked out of the studio.

"Don't bring any goddamn randos you find tonight home with you," I warned.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine."

Zen laughed. "Fuck, I'm glad to be done with that shit," he said.

"Same," I agreed.

"Thirded," True chimed in.

"What, nothing to add?" Griffin taunted Jericho, who rolled his eyes but said nothing. "Ugh," he complained. "You guys are fucking rock legends. Why the fuck are you all so boring?"

We all looked at each other before bursting out laughing. "Someday, you'll get it," I promised before grabbing my stuff and following my best friends out the door.

I finally understood what they'd been going through the past couple of years, how everything was worth it to find that piece of you that made you whole. Ryan was my missing piece, the person who patched my soul up and made it complete, and I wouldn't give her up for anything.

Our future was wide open, and for the first time in my life, I was looking forward to seeing where it took me.

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