Bonus Epilogue

Bonus Epilogue

Everly

After the wedding, we extended our honeymoon to stay for a few more days to have time to ourselves. As nice as it was to spend time with our friends and family, we were ready to just be husband and wife.

Wren flew home with Harrison’s mom and dad, who returned her to Lola. We’d already spent time in the parks and didn’t want to do anything but enjoy each other. We hadn’t needed to leave the room since room service and the concierge took care of our every need.

Harrison grabbed a romance novel I’d left on the coffee table, the fire in the hearth illuminating his face. “Mrs. Cain, I believe I owe you a book reading.”

“Oh?” I asked, intrigued, stretching my legs out in front of me on the chaise.

He sat by my feet. “I believe you said this was your fantasy.”

I smiled, feeling giddy. “This isn’t about fairy tales, is it?”

Harrison chuckled. “Not any fairy tale I’ve ever read. This is pure fantasy. Remember the one where you said you touched yourself while I read a sexy scene from one of your books?”

I swallowed over the sudden dryness in my throat. “I remember something like that.”

He arched a brow at me as he got comfortable, settling into the cushions, the book open in front of him.

I wore his button-down shirt and nothing else.

He waved his free hand at me. “Why don’t you get comfortable?”

I sent him a sultry look as my fingers lingered over the buttons. “Should I do something about these?”

His eyes darkened with need. I wondered how long he’d be able to read and not pay attention to what I was doing. I wanted to distract him from his task.

I slowly unbuttoned the shirt, his eyes following my movement. When it was unbuttoned, I let the stiff material fall to the side, and I spread my legs, with one foot on the floor and the other leg bent against the back cushion.

I was already wet from being on display for him. “Weren’t you going to read me a story?”

He cleared his throat as he ripped his gaze from me to the book. “Let me see here.”

I circled my nipples with one hand, the other drifting down to my folds while I waited for him to begin.

He glanced over at me one more time before reading a scene where the heroine was finally going to get what she wanted. In this one, the heroine was rooming with her best friend, and he couldn’t take her walking around in tiny sleep shorts and see-through tank tops. The hero was finally going to cross that line from friends to lovers.

I let Harrison’s deep voice rumble under my skin as I tweaked my nipples and dipped a finger inside me. I bit my lip as my hips arched off the bed.

“Do you think they’re making a mistake? They could ruin their friendship.”

I was panting now, pumping two fingers in and out. Harrison’s gaze was fixed on the place where my fingers entered my pussy, his muscles tight. I wanted to drive him wild.

“Or it could be the best decision they ever make.” As hot as this scene was, him watching me play with myself, I needed more. I wanted his hands on me, his cock filling me up.

He cocked a brow, finally raising his gaze to mine. “Is that right?”

“Are you going to keep reading?” I asked, unable to catch my breath, my muscles trembling and my skin tingling.

He grunted in response as the book sailed over the back of the couch, his shoulders spreading my legs wider as his hands batted mine away. He licked and sucked my clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin while his thicker fingers entered me. It was too much yet not enough.

“Harrison, I need you inside me.”

He reared up, shoving his pants down enough to release his cock. He thrust inside in one swift motion. I should have been sore from the last few days, but instead, it felt like coming home. Here with Harrison was where I was meant to be. I loved him, and it was better than any fairy tale because it was real life.