Epilogue

Winter

Months Later

When I was a teenager, I thought "morning people" were certifiably insane. Now, sitting alone at my kitchen counter, staring down at the perfect plate of breakfast accompanied by a chilly glass of apple juice, watching while the sunrise shines through the window pane, I know I couldn't have been more wrong.

This is the epitome of peace. Freshly washed face, citrusy spring candle lit, the sound of birds chirping, and the softest set of day clothes rubbing against my skin, I feel ready to bask in a new day.

Picking up my avocado toast, my ears twitch at the sound of soft footsteps.

"So, this is why you ambushed me in the shower to beat my meat and then left me there, hmm?" Moore asks, pressing a kiss to the top of my head before stumbling around the counter in search of caffeine.

He smells like his body wash, woodsy and absolutely lickable. That paired with the way his voice is always so husky in the morning, I'm swooning.

Smiling at him warmly, I take a satisfying bite of my food. "You should have guessed, hubby."

Since secretly eloping with Moore a month ago, I've taken to reminding him that I'm his wife every chance I get—not that he could ever forget. And living together as a married couple has been absolute magic.

His parents and his siblings were a little miffed that we tied the knot without them, but it felt right having it just be the two of us. Besides, we promised to do a vow renewal with everyone present for our first anniversary. I adore his family after all and have come to think of them as my own.

Meghan is half the reason my closet is so stuffed full of gorgeous clothes so she's become a friend as well as my new sister. My mother-in-law has sent me flowers multiple times. Morris is a great brother, and his boyfriend Daylin is a gem! We share a love of yoga and all things pretty. Even my quiet father-in-law has warmed up to me quite a bit.

Moore has truly given me everything I've ever wanted. A home filled with love, a supportive family, passion like you wouldn't believe, and promises for our own family I cannot wait to start—maybe sooner than later.

He's even the reason that I have friends now! Real friends. All of them being obscenely rich women who are friends with my in-laws in one way or another. The group of us usually get brunch together on Sundays while our partners share a table across from us and it is the cutest stalkery thing ever.

Silently, I wonder what my new rich besties would think if I told them that I jerk my man off in the morning just to put some extra protein in my breakfast? Avocado toast has long been a favorite treat of mine, but adding my husband's baby gravy in the mix? It's a whole new level of creamy perfection.

I should introduce them to The DNF Bookstore and see what they think of it. Moore has taken me twice now and it's even more magical than I imagined! If they like it as much as I do, maybe I'll think about delving more into the crazy shit that I'm into.

I mean, can they really be my besties and not know about my cum crafts? I'm so proud of them, after all.

"And? How's your food, sugar?" he asks sweetly, pouring himself a steaming cup of extra dark roast. I'm not a coffee girl, but when I wake up before him, I always start the machine. I try to show him that I adore him in every possible way.

"Perfect," I purr, sinking my teeth into another hearty bite. "There's extra bacon in the warming drawer."

He pins me with an appreciative look, eyes filled with heat. "Handjobs in my morning shower and then coffee with extra bacon waiting for me after I've gotten dressed? How the fuck did I get so lucky?"

"Uh, you jumped into the ocean to save my life risking yours in the process?" I drawl, rolling my eyes. "Trust me, hubs, you've earned more than a few good mornings with cock fondling and breakfast meats."

Grabbing a small plate for some bacon, he shoves half a piece in his mouth and groans happily. I've gotten very accustomed to his groaning as of late. We're newlyweds and we're just as feral for each other as we have been since day one. Our sex is perfection .

"Good?" I tease, sipping my juice.

"Great," he corrects before perusing my body with his dark eyes. "But I can think of something else I'd rather devour."

I giggle, licking my lips. "We have a lunch party to attend today, you know? At your family's estate."

We live on the same property just like Moore described, but the main houses are still a short car ride away. It gives us the benefits of privacy and the perks of not being truly alone. Not to mention, our house is stunning.

When we first arrived here, he gave me free reign to decorate in any way I wanted. But the existing decor was already quite nice. It's classic New England style with a cozy edge and I love it so far. Growing up in the south west, I had always dreamed about coming out this way for school. I love seasons and getting away from the stifling heat.

My first Christmas with snow was in this very house and I want all of the ones to follow to be exactly like it. Essentially, Moore has provided me with every dream I've ever had.

"That's not for hours," my husband protests.

"Mhm," I hum in agreement. "But if you wait to devour me, you can do it at a completely inappropriate time in a completely inappropriate place. Your old bedroom perhaps? Maybe the pool house?"

"Oh, that's a given, baby," he tells me, coming closer. "But who says I can't munch on your pretty little pussy now and again later?"

"Maybe I say it," I say breathily, feeling my stomach tighten as he invades my space.

Moore chuckles at me, cradling the side of my face with his big hand. "Oh? Are you in charge today then, sugar?"

"Maybe," I whisper, biting back a gasp as his thumb teases my bottom lip. His eyes are down-right hypnotic as he peers down at me.

"And you think you can handle that?" He tsks, shaking his head. "My silly little wife, thinking she can go hours without getting off after having her hand around my cock. Isn't it uncomfortably damp between your thighs, baby? Are you sitting here, eating my cum on your toast, and telling me that you aren't soaking your fucking seat?"

Oh, God.

A fierce blush climbs up my neck, claiming my cheeks. "I don't know what you're talking about."

My husband laughs. "Mmm, how hard is it for you to feign innocence when you're this wound up, my love? Is your pussy aching while you spill these pretty lies to me, huh?"

Clit throbbing in my shorts, I barely muster a shake of my head.

"No?" he teases. "You sure? I already blew my load, sugar. I can wait until later, can you?"

"Well… when you put it like that?—"

I don't even get to finish my sentence before my man lifts me straight from my seat and splays me out on the countertop. He tugs my shorts clean off and buries his tongue into my waiting folds. It doesn't take long for him to make me cry out, lapping at my cunty cream like he's starved for it.

The orgasm makes me dizzy just like my overwhelming love for him does.

"I'm so lucky to have you, my hero," I whisper.

Licking my cum from his chin, he smirks.

"I'm the lucky one, sugar."