Epilogue 1: Nathan

EPILOGUE 1 – NATHAN

(3 WEEKS LATER)

The oven timer goes off.

I look around, but there's no sign of Rosie.

Not wanting to be responsible for anything burning, I turn the timer off, and using hot pads, I take the tray of mini meatballs out.

I'm tempted to pop one into my mouth, but I can see the steam rolling off them, so I resist.

People are coming over in a couple of hours. My parents, Maddox and family, Tony…

They're coming to watch Max's game on TV. But we're also using the opportunity to announce our engagement.

Hence the meatballs.

And the sliders.

And the kebabs.

And tarts.

And confetti marshmallows.

To say Rosie is nervous is an understatement.

I keep telling her not to be, but if she's not in the kitchen, watching her food, she must be off doing another project.

Maybe I should do something to take her mind off everything…

I smirk as I stride through the condo looking for Rosie .

Then I stop dead in my tracks. Because I've found her.

She's in our little laundry room, kneeling on the floor, with her front half in the dryer.

My cock throbs as it hardens inside my pants.

"Jesus Christ," I growl, stepping closer.

"What was that?" Rosie starts to pull out.

"Stop."

She pauses.

"Stay right there."

"Seriously?" she asks, but I'm already rushing away.

"Don't move!" I shout over my shoulder as I sprint to the bathroom.

I rip open the bottom drawer, pull out two items, then sprint back.

"Nathan. What on earth?"

"Stay there," I pant.

"The hoodie string is caught in the stupid dryer hole." She explains why her shoulders are inside the dryer.

Using one hand, I undo my belt buckle and yank it free, dropping it to the ground.

She starts to pull herself out of the dryer again, and I drop to my knees behind her, gripping her hips. "Please. Pretty fucking please. Pretend to be stuck."

Rosie pauses. "Are you for real?"

I grip the waistband of her leggings and start to drag them down her hips, pulling her panties down at the same time.

"Nathan!"

"You were planning to change anyway, so it's okay if we ruin these."

"Wh-what are you doing?" She's already breathing heavily, so I know I've got her.

"I'm going to fuck you, Rosie. Right here."

"In the dryer? Why?"

I grin. "Because you look like a porn star."

Then I slap her bare ass.

She squeaks, but her back arches. And I know she likes it.

"My dirty Rose. "

I shove my pants down to my knees and shuffle forward between hers.

"This is going to be quick," I warn her as I pick up one of the two items.

"Why, what time is it?"

I chuckle. "It's not going to be quick because I'm in a hurry. It's going to be quick because I'm putting my dick in your ass." I reach forward and use one hand to spread Rosie's cheeks so I can pour lube directly onto her hole. "And I'm not going to last."

"But…" She gasps. "People are coming over."

I set down the bottle and massage the slippery liquid over her rear entrance. "Yeah, and while we make our little announcement to everyone"—I push one fingertip in—"you're going to be leaking cum from your ass."

"Nathan." She moans my name as I move my fingertip in and out.

"Just an inch." I add a second finger. "Maybe two inches." I twist my fingers. "But by the end of the year, you're going to take all of me. Remember?"

I pull my fingers free and grab the bottle to apply a little more lube to her tight hole.

"Can you do that for me, Rosie?"

Setting the lube back down, I reach underneath her and groan when I find her dripping.

I rub one circle around her clit, then pull my hand away.

"Ready?" I ask as I line my dick up with her slicked-up asshole.

Rosie tilts her hips. "What are you doing back there, Mr. Waller?"

"Fuck," I groan.

My dick pulses, and I have to squeeze it hard to keep from coming on the spot.

This little minx pretended like she didn't know what sort of porn I was talking about.

What a liar.

I grip her hip with one hand, holding her still.

"I need to inspect your work, Miss Edwards." I press against her entrance. "Need to make sure you're doing your job correctly."

"But that… that doesn't go there." Her words are breathy. And I kn ow she's trying to sound concerned, but there's too much heat in her voice for me to believe her.

I push harder, and she starts to spread around me. "This will be our little secret. No one needs to know."

She moans. "It's too big."

I don't think she's acting.

I've had my fingers in her ass, but this is the first time with my cock.

The first time she's been stretched this far.

"Relax, Miss Edwards." My breathing is coming out jagged. "Relax and let me in."

Rosie relaxes, and I push the head of my cock past her resistance.

"Oh, Mr. Waller." She whimpers, and her body slumps into the dryer.

"Breathe through it," I say to both of us.

Then I reach down for the second item.

The one I found in Rosie's apartment.

The item I made sure to pack when we moved her stuff out of that place and into mine.

I hold down the button, turning it on.

"Mr. Waller?" Rosie lifts her head, still inside the dryer.

"Shh." I jack my length, keeping the head of my dick in her ass. "I just need you to hold still a little bit longer, Miss Edwards."

Rosie inhales, like she might say more, but then I reach under her and press the vibrator between her thighs.

There's no easing into it. No teasing. I hold it directly over her clit.

The sound she makes is guttural, and her muscles clench around me.

"Fuck." I push in another half inch. "Fuck." I pull back out until the ridge around my tip meets her resistance.

Then I hold still.

I keep my dick just inside her.

I hold the vibrator on her clit.

And I tighten my grip as I stroke the exposed length of my cock, letting my knuckles bump into her flesh on each pass .

"Oh fuck, oh fuck." Rosie starts to pant. "M-Mr. Waller, I'm going to come."

"If you come, I'm going to fill this ass. It will be your fault."

"I can't—" Her words cut off with a cry as the orgasm takes over.

Rosie's body tenses, then shakes.

Her muscles seize around me.

And I hold the vibrator there for another second before I drop it and grip her hips with both hands.

The vibrator bounces noisily across the floor, but the sound is drowned out by the blood roaring through my ears.

My cock starts to pulse, and I pull Rosie back and jerk my hips forward, sinking a few more inches inside her as I fill her with my release.

My vision flickers, and I have to catch myself on the dryer when my body buckles forward.

"Holy shit." I press my forehead to Rosie's back.

Rosie snickers. "That was hot."

I shake my head, thinking how fucking lucky I am. "Rosie?"

"Yeah?"

"I fucking love you."