Epilogue

Leah

One year later…

My instincts were right. The multi-faceted sex site, Brazen Bunny, I started six months ago has taken off. It’s officially a one-stop-shop for all your kinky needs, and I’m really fucking proud to openly promote intimacy, sexual empowerment, and safe kinking on my platform. Daisy Ren hasn’t just upgraded. She’s gone next level.

I’d give credit to the massive publicity we got after that gala, especially since Daisy Ren went from one million followers to two million in less than a week. But that’s not what sent me into the next stratosphere of popularity.

It was a video clip of Mason and me.

We only posted it as a test run.

And my site went viral two weeks later.

The five-minute video was of Mason kissing me. I sat in front of the camera, and he came up behind me and started sensually working his mouth down my neck. It started so sweet and innocent, but he knew my weak spot and used it to both our advantages.

The moment built—the intensity of his touch, the way my body responded. My man took his time with open mouth kisses, licks with his fat tongue, tiny nibbles all along my shoulders, neck, collarbone, and lips.

By the time he finished, my hair was no longer up in a ponytail, but down in a wild mess of knots because he kept running his hands through it while making me melt in absolute pleasure with only his mouth and hands. My pretty lipstick was no longer in place, but all over our mouths, cheeks, and chins. My cheeks were flushed and splotchy from arousal. My neck red from where he nipped it. When Mason collared my throat with his hand, he looked straight into the camera and growled against my ear, “You taste so fucking good, Princess.”

I’ve yet to recover from that scene.

Since then, I’ve had dozens of investors pour in. Custom sex toys, kink safety classes, videos, audios, artwork, and even smut segments with several romance categories to choose from where authors submit scenes they’ve written for anyone to reenact and post on the platform for others to enjoy.

Monster smut is currently the most popular, followed by mafia romances.

Happy endings are everywhere, am I right?

We’ve also joined a few sex clubs across the country because Mason absolutely loves performing in front of a live audience. So do I. The longer we’re together, the better we fit.

“What are you doing?” Mason slaps my ass. “We have to leave in twenty minutes and you’re in here cleaning?”

“I’m almost done!” Wiping out the stainless-steel sink, I finish cleaning the kitchen. “There. So shiny.”

“You know we can hire a housekeeper.”

“Not on your life. This brings me joy.”

I no longer work for the cleaning service, but our massive house keeps me busy enough. It takes me half the day just to wash the floors. I love it.

“Mmph.” He presses his dick against my ass. “Is cleaning the only thing that brings you joy, Princess?”

“Of course not.” I playfully wiggle against his erection. “The Yankees bring me joy too.”

He stumbles back, gasping and clutching his chest. “You cut too deep.”

The baseball game starts at seven thirty, but we were supposed to go out to eat first. Racing up the steps, I press play on my cell phone and music blasts through the Bluetooth speakers in the ceiling.

I scream-sing while in the shower, scrubbing down in a rush. Scrunching my hair, I leave it wet and wavy and hurry to my massive walk-in closet. Digging out my latest outfit that will drive Mason crazy, I shimmy into it and grab my Chucks. “Ready!”

Mason’s putting his baseball hat on just as I hit the bottom step. He spins around to say something and freezes.

“What?” I tug the hem of my new dress. “No good?”

His keys drop onto the floor with a clank.

“If you don’t like it, I can change.” I playfully take a step back and Mason bolts forward, grabbing me by the hips.

“I’m going to get arrested if you wear this out of the house, woman.”

“What for?”

“Fucking you in a fully packed stadium.” He looks me up and down. “Jesus, Leah, my dick’s so hard for you right now.”

I knew he’d love the custom Red Sox mini dress with thigh high tube socks.

“We only have ten minutes left to get to the restaurant.” I pat the top of his head. “Concentrate, Mason. We gotta go eat.”

“I’m eating right here.” He spins his hat around and dear god, the backwards hat on him is sexy as hell. “In fact, fuck it, we can miss the whole game. The Red Sox will be back in town, eventually. I’ll catch them next time.” He lifts my hem and sees I’m not wearing panties. Running a hand over his mouth, his eyes laser focus on my pussy, and he whispers, “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

He tongue-fucks me on the steps. Just when I’m about to orgasm, he stops and grins with his chin glistening.

“Don’t stop!” I yell.

“Beg me.”

“ Please don’t stop.”

“Beg harder.”

I shove my hand between my thighs and gather some of my arousal on my fingertips. “Please.” I shove a finger in his mouth. “Make me come on you, Mason.”

He nips my finger and unbuckles his belt, pulling his pants down. “That’s my good girl.”

We both look down to watch him drive in and out of me. The way his cock is wet from my pussy. The way my lips wrap round his base. The sound of our bodies slapping together. He yanks the top of my dress down so my tits fall out. Then he bites my nipples through the fabric of my bra, making my eyes roll back.

“I’m close.” Hooking my arm around his neck, I drive my other hand through his hair and pull it.

“I’m not wasting a drop of us,” he warns.

“Neither will I.”

Mason roars with his release. Hearing it and feeling the way his cock throbs inside me, makes me orgasm too. He pulls out and licks my pussy, gathering our pleasure on his tongue and holds it out for me. I take him in my mouth and suck on his tongue. I will never get enough of how filthy we can be with each other.

Once we’re both fully satisfied, I pull my dress back in place. “Ready?”

“Mmph.” He’s already pushing his dick back inside me for round two. “Ten more minutes.”

“Mason!” If we don’t leave now, he’ll fuck me straight through the night. “We have to go. Your dad, Jackson, and Grace are waiting for us.”

He droops like a wilted plant. “Well, that just killed my hard-on.”

I figured it would.

He snags his clothes off the floor. “Never mention their names to me when I’m balls deep inside you again, Princess. I’ll need therapy.”

“I promise. Never again.”

By the time we reach the game, we’re a half hour late. Even with reserved parking, it’s a nightmare getting inside and to our seats.

Grace is the first to greet us. “You guys missed the first pitch!”

“Traffic was a nightmare.” Mason snags a hot dog from his brother and hands it to me.

“Traffic, huh?” Grace’s eyes narrow. “Is that the story you’re sticking to?”

“Yup.” Mason shoves a hot dog in his mouth and winks at me.

“Aw come on!” Tom yells at the umpire. “That was a bullshit call!” He pats Mason on the back. “Good to see you, son.”

They embrace in a quick hug before cheering when the next batter hits the ball and runs to first base.

“Go! Go! Go!” Mason screams.

The player bolts past first and slides into second.

“Here you go, Leah.” Grace hands me a cold beer. “Jackson’s beer bitch tonight, so whenever you’re feeling thirsty, make him go on a run.”

Jackson shrugs. “I lost a bet with her that you’d be on time. Never thought it was possible for Mason to be late to a baseball game.”

“And what did I tell you?” Grace puts her hands on her hips. She looks adorable in her Gucci blouse, red shorts, and baseball hat. “I said Leah was priority numero uno. She could have said she wanted to fly to Paris for a macaron before they came here, and he’d have made it happen.”

Jackson shakes his head, ducking to hide his smile.

My heart is so full.

Mason’s slowly working on patching things with Jackson. Grace is helping with that. Tom has also put some effort into making changes to rebuild a relationship with his kids. Mason still doesn’t speak with Scarlet, but there’s no love lost there. Maybe that will change later down the road, but Mason’s happy with the boundaries he’s set.

I’m so proud of him.

“Atta boy!” Tom pumps his fists in the air. Everyone’s cheering, but I missed why.

Mason grabs another hot dog and shoves it in his mouth.

Jackson huffs because it was the last one in the box. “Didn’t you eat before you came, bro?”

“Yup.” Mason chews with a big grin plastered on his face. Then he smacks my ass.

Jackson rolls his eyes. “Oh my god.”

“You should lighten up a little, Jay-Jay. Get laid.” Mason downs half his beer. “Remove that stick up your ass.”

“But then what would he ride home on?” Grace snaps her finger. “Beer bitch, I need a drink!”

“You already have one.”

Grace shoves her drink in my hand. “No, I don’t.”

“Ugh.” Jackson scoots through the crowd to get her another one. “Excuse me. Pardon me. Sorry. Excuse me.”

Grace is such a brat. I love her to death. “You’re so bad.”

“And I’m so good at it.” She bats her lashes. “It’s one of my greatest qualities.”

Mason sits forward, exactly like his father, watching the game.

I still don’t know much about baseball, or why there has to be nine whole innings, but seeing the happiness on my man’s face when he goes to games makes me wish they lasted longer than a few hours. Besides, the food is pretty great. I’m a sucker for the cotton candy.

“Here comes the pitch!” the announcer yells.

The batter swings and hits, making the ball fly right out of the park.

Our entire section screams and cheers.

Mason shoots up from his seat, cheering and clapping. Carefree and happy looks damn good on my man.

He leans down and kisses me like I’m the one who hit the home run. The crowd goes wild, and it’s only after we break away that we realize we’re on the jumbotron’s kissing cam.

I arch my brow. “Did you know that was going to happen?”

“Nope. We just have great timing.”

Yeah. We sure do.

That’s how love works. It comes when it’s meant to. It’s a risk, that’s for sure. Putting yourself out there, handing your heart over and trusting they don’t destroy you is a risk.

Don’t hesitate to take it.