Epilogue

epilogue

MONROE

Zepp's navy work coveralls crumpled around his waist, exposing his white wife-beater covered in oil. I raked my eyes over him, pushing the notes to my finance class away before I rose from the bed. Biting at my lip, I reached inside his coveralls. He was the hottest mechanic I'd ever seen, that was for sure.

He pressed a kiss to my forehead. "After dinner. I made reservations."

"You made...reservations?" I lifted a brow.

"Yeah." He finished stripping down. "Gotta be there in an hour."

"I think we should stay in," I said, trailing my fingers over his chest. "Order pizza later…"

He grabbed a towel from his dresser. "I don't want pizza."

"You always want pizza, Zepp!" I folded my arms over my chest.

"If you want pizza, you can get it at Olive Garden." He shot a smile like he was proud of that before he went into the hallway.

"Olive Garden?" What the hell? Olive Garden was Jonathan's favorite restaurant back at school. And he'd put me off it for life. It was so very not Zepp. "To eat expensive pizza?"

The water in the shower cut on. I waited a second before following him into the bathroom. I had to wonder why the hell he wanted to go so badly. I stripped out of my clothes and pulled the curtain back before getting into the tub. He ran his hand through his soaked hair, a slight smirk working over his lip when he fisted his dick. My skin flushed instantly.

I trailed my fingers down his hard stomach. "If I suck your dick, can we stay here?"

"No." He gave himself another tug while his gaze swept over my body.

"No?"

Zepp had never turned me down in my life. And he wasn't about to start now. I stepped into the warm water, pressing my body to his before I slapped his hand away, replacing it with my own.

"I mean, you can suck it, but we're still going to dinner." He gave a little thrust in my slick hand. "Your call, Roe."

"You know I don't need fancy restaurants. I just want you." I bit his bottom lip, and his fingers dug into my hip.

"Why do you have to be so damn stubborn?"

"How am I being stubborn?" I squeezed his dick, and a breath hissed through his teeth. "I want to fuck and eat pizza, like normal."

"And I just want to go to Olive Garden. Damn." He sure was getting agitated over some Italian food.

I dropped to my knees on the shower floor and licked him. He slammed a palm over the tile.

"Suck it all you want, Roe." He groaned. "We're still going."

We weren't going. I swallowed him back until his muscles were rigid tense. "What about Nero's?"I asked.

I licked him again, his fingers knotting in my hair. "Or Frank's Famous Chicken? You love it."

He groaned when I took him all the way back. "Why the hell can't you just go to Olive Garden?"

"Why do you want to go to that fancy shit?" God, he was pissing me off.

"Jesus Christ, woman. Why does it matter? Are you against spaghetti?" He thrust into my mouth, and I took it until I knew he was about to come, and then I stopped.

"Final answer?" I asked, his dick still in my hand, my lips so close to the head.

"Don't you fucking dare…"

I pushed to my feet with a smug grin when I grabbed a towel because I knew I was going to win. This wasn't about a damn restaurant anymore. It was the principle.

The moment I stepped into his room, I dropped the towel and hopped onto his bed, sprawling out, naked.

It was all of thirty seconds before Zepp came in. His gaze landed on me, and he looked like he was ready to blow.

"You really wanna do this?" he said. His towel hit the floor, and he crawled onto the bed, pinning me to the mattress. "You know who will win this, Roe." He nipped at my neck, then slammed into me so hard my breath caught.

I loved him angry. I pulled at his hair before I brought my lips to his ear. "This feels a lot like winning," I said on a ragged breath.

"Does it?" He went deeper. Harder. Bringing me right to the edge, right to the moment where my entire body started to heat with that warm buzz, and then he pulled out and flipped onto his back. "Good to know."

"No. No!" I slapped his chest before straddling his body. When I tried to move, he gripped my hips and pinned me in place.

"Still feel like you're winning, Roe?"

I grabbed his throat, digging my nails into his skin. "Fuck you, Zepp." I tried to move again, but his hands were like shackles, imprisoning me. I leaned forward until my lips brushed his. "You know I can get myself off." And then I said the one thing that I knew pissed him off every time. "I don't need you."

That did it. He guided me over him, far rougher than I would have ever been able to manage on my own while he thrust up from below, burying himself as far as he could go.

My back hit the mattress, and he drove into me while his warm, hard body slipped over mine. "I don't for one second believe you come as hard on your own," he said.

I didn't. I couldn't. It was more than just a rough touch, though, it was him. It was us.

I fell apart beneath him, my nails clawing at his skin, my lungs straining for breath while his powerful body turned to stone beneath my hands. Then he collapsed onto the bed.

After he caught his breath, he rolled over and checked the clock, groaning before he fell back on his pillow. "Don't bitch at me about how I'm about to do this. It's your fault." He pushed up from the bed and took something from his drawer. "You know our three months is up today?"

"It is?"

Still naked, he dropped down to one knee and held out an opened box. In the middle of the blue velvet sat an emerald ring with diamonds on each side. My pulse raced. My heart spluttered in my chest.

"All I wanted to do was take you to Olive Garden." On a sigh, he shook his head. "I never thought three months would turn into the rest of my life, but…"

"Oh my God, Zepp." I stared at the box, completely shocked.

"You gonna marry me, Roe?"

"Yes, Zepp. I'll marry you." I kissed him, knowing there would never be anyone else for me but him. No one could come close. Our happily ever after wasn't shiny or pretty, but it was ours.

He was no prince, but Zepp Hunt was mine. Always.

The End