Epilogue

Epilogue

HOLLIS

Five years later…

F uck, I love it when she wears heels. I also hate it. Lucy never wore them before me because she was scared of her own clumsiness, and it always embarrassed her. I find it endearing because it gave me a reason to always hover close to her.

Even after five years, I still harbor the same obsession and possessiveness from the beginning. In fact, it might be worse. Thank fuck it’s one of her many dirty kinks, and my girl has a lot of them. Mine have always been the same. I get off from working her up and getting her to cum while moaning my name.

“Oh no!” Lucy missteps, but I’m right there. My arm is wrapped around her waist, keeping her snug to my side. She’ll have to cling to me all night, and the thought makes me hard. I’ll also have to glare at every fucker in the room for checking out her ass. Lucy’s ass is always gorgeous, but these goddamn heels make it even better.

“I’ve got you.”

“I know.” Lucy peers around the ballroom.

It’s a holiday party to raise money to buy toys for foster kids. I have always been generous with my money because there’s no reason not to be. I’m not out buying yachts and private planes. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve taken my woman on both around the world for our honeymoon, but we’re simple people. To be honest, we’re more homebodies than anything else.

Lucy has always been family-oriented, and she made me crave having one. That's why we decided to build a larger home next to her old one. It allows us to maintain close ties with her brother and his wife. That is the life we both desire, but my love has started to dip her toes into charity work now that the twins are older. Both sets.

“I don’t see my brother, do you?”

If I know her brother, he’s got his wife hidden away in a corner, fucking her. I’m not opposed to the same idea, but I know Lucy will want to say a few hellos before I ruin her hair and makeup.

"I'm sure he's around." His wife, Mia, helped Lucy set up this event. Mia and I both had difficult childhoods, and she was eager to participate in the event with my wife. Lucy and Mia have grown close, and it’s nice to see how easily the four of us have gotten along. Lucy's brother and I get each other. He’s straightforward and harbors an unhealthy obsession with his wife.

"Oh, there's Mia." I follow where Lucy is pointing, and when I see Mia, I notice Nolan isn't with her. That's strange. Lucy tries to wiggle free of my hold, and I lift a brow. "It's ten feet," she tells me, but I think it's more like twenty. "Get me a glass of champagne."

"You're going to get it later," I warn before reluctantly releasing my grip on her.

"I better." She winks at me.

"And don't move your gorgeous ass from that spot, love." A few people turn around in response to my comment, and Lucy's eyes widen. God, I love when her cheeks flush. "You heard me." I shrug, not giving a shit. She rolls her eyes but makes her way over to Mia. I don't move from my spot until she's next to her.

When a few people stop me on my way to the bar, I try not to let my irritation show. I don’t want to come off as a complete ass. Not at an event that my wife had a big part in putting together and where there are a fair amount of people from her town. But I’ve gotten good at keeping things short so that I can move it along.

I snag two glasses of champagne before I head back to my wife. When I see someone next to her, I bite back a growl. Some fucker in a suit is too close to my Lucy. Who is this dipshit?

“Hey.” Nolan appears next to me.

“Your wife’s over there,” I tell him, nodding in the direction I’m headed.

“I know where my wife is. She’s been naughty, and I’m letting her think she got the jump on me.” I grunt, not giving a shit about that right now. “Hold up.” He steps in front of me.

“What the fuck?” I clip. No way Nolan missed the asshat talking to my wife.

“That’s why I’m stopping you. That's Mitch.” The champagne stems snap in my hands before hitting the floor.

“The fucker from high school?” Even as I ask, Mitch turns so I can see his face, confirming it is him.

I knew the story about Mitch and how he embarrassed my girl. Of course I did. I know everything about my wife. After I’d found out the story, I tracked the asshole down.

I made his life hell for a few years. It got so bad he upped and moved to the other side of the planet. I let it go after that. Lucy never knew about any of it. My wife might let me do dirty things to her, but she’s still innocently sweet. She would have let me play with him maybe once or twice, but I wanted more than that. And I got it. Looks like Mitch hasn’t had enough and has come back for more. Which I’ll be happy to serve him.

“Don’t kill him. Mia is really looking forward to Christmas. She’s been planning this dinner for weeks. You going to jail will put a wrench in that.”

“Fine,” I grit out and take another breath before stepping over the broken champagne glasses.

When I’m almost to my wife, I see her throw back her head and laugh. Mia glances around, shifting on her feet like she feels awkward and wants to be anywhere but where she is right now. As for Mitch, his face is flustered, turning fully red.

“I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be rude, but I really just don’t remember you. Plus, I’m married.” Lucy holds up her hand to show off the giant wedding ring on her finger that is worth more than Mitch will ever make in his life.

“Is there a problem?” I wrap my arms around my wife, pulling her into me. Mitch’s eyes go wide as he stares up at me in surprise. Time hasn’t been good to him. I guess some people really do peak in high school. “I’m a jealous asshole when it comes to my wife,” I say and then let him see the rage in my eyes.

“I, oh...” He takes a few steps back, bumping into a server with a tray full of drinks. Then he trips over his own feet in the process and hits the floor. He’s there for a half a second before the tray of drinks falls on top of him.

Lucy covers her mouth, trying not to laugh, but her whole body shakes with silent laughter. It makes her tits bounce, drawing my attention there.

The server, a young man, looks panicked, like he might be in trouble. “Make sure he gets tossed out,” I tell him.

“On it, sir.” He visibly relaxes.

“Thanks,” I tell him before turning my attention right back to my wife. “I need a word.”

"Okay.” She gives me a sweet smile.

“Don’t play coy. You worked me up, and now you’re going to get me off.” I repeat the same words I said before I slid inside of her that very first time, taking her virginity.

Lucy licks her lips, and I see she’s breathing faster. She’s already getting turned on for me. “We shouldn't. It’s not right.” She glances around as my hand goes to her ass.

“You will.”

“Fine,” she huffs, puffing out her bottom lip. Her fingers come to one of the buttons on my shirt, playing with it. “Maybe I could help take the edge off for you.” She swipes her tongue across her bottom lip, and I know what she wants.

My Lucy wants me to drag her out of here and into the nearest empty room before shoving her to her knees and making her take my cock into her mouth.

I fucking need that too, because while I know she doesn’t want Mitch, I still can’t stand the idea of any man getting near her. I’m a possessive, jealous man when it comes to her, and now I want my scent on her. My cum marking her inside and out.

My wife understands it, and that’s why we are made for each other.

“Let's go, little girl.” I take her by the elbow.

Lucy fights a smile as she tries and fails to keep the pout on her face. She knows she is about to get what she wants, and that's the way it always should be.

THE END!