Bonus Epilogue

BONUS EPILOGUE

Wyatt

There's nothing quite as beautiful as watching Ellie pause in her yoga routine next to the bar in Beck's basement to smile at her ring. Tucker's passed out cold upstairs after more fun at the pirate festival than even I thought possible, and though he'll be up with the sun, I have plans for this pretty lady that involve getting her naked ASAP and neither of us sleeping for hours.

"That as far as you can stretch?" I ask. "C'mon, Ryder. You're barely touching your knees."

She rolls her eyes, but she's still smiling. "With my nose, you big jerk. Like to see you try."

I settle on the ground next to her, on my hands and knees, and I bend over and kiss her knee. "See? Nothing to it."

"You goober," she says with a laugh, rubbing my short hair and catching me by the back of the neck so she can kiss me.

And so I can kiss her back.

If I live to be two hundred, I'll never get tired of kissing Ellie. I sometimes can't believe I spent so many years thinking she was just an annoying twit, because this Ellie is all heart.

And too many people overlook it because she's also determination and grit and honesty. But it's all driven by that heart that she puts into everything.

She pushes me onto my back and straddles me. "Have I told you how much I love my rings?" she whispers, because yep, she got more than one.

"Nope. I'm pretty sure you hate them and you're just humoring us."

She laughs. "You're absolutely correct. But since they come with Tucker, I guess I'll keep them." Her hair tickles my cheeks as she bends to kiss me, and I thread my fingers through the soft, curly locks while I tease her tongue with mine.

Her phone buzzes on the floor next to us, but we both ignore it. Her fingers are trailing over the vacation stubble on my jaw, and there's nothing I love more than her touch on my face.

Except maybe the way she's rocking her pussy over my rapidly hardening cock.

That's pretty fucking amazing too.

Especially knowing how hard she's worked to get so much strength and range of motion back in her leg.

Anytime Beck gives me shit for sleeping with his sister, I point out how much I've improved her flexibility.

Her phone buzzes again. "Sorry," she murmurs. "Couldn't help myself. I posted a picture of my rings on Twitter."

"So you do like them."

"Maybe a little." Her eyes sparkle while she dips her head to press a kiss to my neck. I slide my hands under her shirt, and—" Dammit , Ellie, I fucking hate your sports bras."

She laughs while she straightens and pulls off both her shirt and the stupidly tight rubber band with straps that require flexibility and acrobatics to pull off.

I don't mind the show, but it looks like wearing it would hurt.

Though I do like the way her breasts just somehow fall right into my waiting palms while she's still wrangling the thing over her head.

So soft. And those gorgeous pink tips that harden immediately under my thumbs are making my cock ache. I lean up to take one in my mouth, and she gasps and grips my shoulders. " Wyatt ."

"Mmm," I hum against her nipple, and her breath catches again while she arches into me.

Her phone erupts in a series of buzzes, and she laughs breathlessly. "I should shut that off."

"Ignore it," I reply, shifting my focus to her other breast while I roll her wet nipple between my thumb and finger.

"Oh, god, Wyatt, what if Tucker gets up again?" she whispers.

"I'll hear him."

"Like last time?"

"Ellie. He's passed out cold." I blow on her nipple, and it works.

She moans and grabs my face and kisses me hard, then orders me to lose my shirt too.

I'm happily obliging when her phone blows up.

Not like kitchen-fire-level blowing up, but a steady stream of buzzes that just don't stop.

At all.

She huffs and leans over to grab it. "Stupid pho—oh."

Her eyes go wide.

Then wider.

Her mouth follows suit.

"Wyatt," she whispers.

That raging hard ache in my cock disappears, because something's wrong.

Something's seriously fucking wrong.

"What? What is it?"

"Beck—" she starts.

My veins freeze over. For all the shit I've given him, if something happened to Beck?—

"No, no," she says quickly. "He's okay. He's okay. But—the jokes. The pranks. His mouth. He?—"

She cuts herself off and holds her phone in front of my face.

I read the first text from Monica.

Another from her mom.

One's come in from Levi, and I realize if I had my phone on me, it would probably be blowing up too, but my phone's upstairs.

And then there's the picture.

The picture of a tweet.

Sent by Beck.

Looks like something he'd say to Ellie, but he most definitely did not send that Tweet to his sister.

"He's fucking dead," I say, my own eyeballs like saucers.

"His career is," she whispers back.

We make eye contact.

"Surprise engagement party tomorrow night at home," I croak out. "He's coming."

She's off me in a heartbeat, putting her phone to her ear, undoubtedly calling the dumbass. "He's home?" she asks me while I hear his voicemail pick up.

"Flying in overnight."

I'm on my feet now too.

I don't care how much shit he gives me for dating his sister—or how many other pranks he's pulled on me this past year alone—he's my brother.

And he just made the mistake of his life.

"I'll start packing," I say while I throw on my shirt.

She leaves her sports bra on the ground and struggles into her tank top. "I'm calling Mom and Dad."

"Tucker can sleep in the car."

She winces. "But the festival?—"

"Ellie."

She studies me a minute, then nods.

Would I rather spend the night making her moan my name?

Fuck, yes.

But family comes first. And if the way Ellie's phone is blowing up all over again is any indication, family needs her right now.

And me.

And every last one of the guys from the neighborhood.

For what Beck just did, he's going to need all the support he can get.

"Ellie?" I say softly while I trail her up the stairs.

"What?"

"You know this isn't because we got engaged, right? We don't actually cause disasters."

She pauses to look at me, and then we both laugh. Except neither one of us actually thinks it's funny.

We're loading up the car before she says any more about it. Tucker's objecting to being strapped into his booster seat in the middle of the night, and Ellie's about to climb in to sit next to him and snuggle him as best she can in the car when she turns to look at me.

"We really are cursed," she says slowly, but then a smile pops out. "But there's no one in the world I'd rather be cursed with."

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