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She rocks her hips faster, squeezing tightly around my cock. The friction is so intense and so fucking good that I have to stop myself from biting into her neck. She’s so fucking irresistible. It drives me crazy.

“Oh, God!” she yells, and her entire body shudders in mine. Her pussy pulses over my cock, and in the next second, a wave of electricity spreads through my body as my cock explodes inside her for the second time tonight.

“Fuck,” she breathes against my neck.

I kiss her forehead and rest my head on hers.

We remain in each other’s embrace until our hearts and breaths settle into their normal rhythms.

Epilogue

Alex

I haven’t seen Mom smile this much since before her MS diagnosis.

Earlier this afternoon, during the graduation ceremony, she even stood and cheered when I walked on stage to receive my diploma.

She stood between Alonzo and Isabella, both of whom joined her cheering.

Every weekend, Alonzo flies in the best doctors in the nation to look after Mom. She also gets daily physical therapy, and visits from nutritionists who monitor her dietary needs.

Her health has improved steadily, and it’s all thanks to Alonzo. He personally checks in with the doctors to make sure they’re providing the best care money can buy.

Walking on stage marked the end of a bittersweet chapter of my life. Classes had been enjoyable enough, but I knew I would always associate my time in college with terrible memories of The Den and Jacob. That is the bitter part.

The sweet part is that this is where I met and fell in love with Alonzo, and I wouldn’t change that for the world. I wouldgladly go through all of this again—even the bad parts—if I knew I would come out the other side with this incredible man.

This thought returns to me now as we sit in the fanciest restaurant in town. Alonzo reserved the entire place for our small group of family and friends, although reserved is probably the wrong word since he owns the restaurant.

A large, sparkling chandelier floats above our dining table, which is decorated with an ivory tablecloth lined with a golden design. The chairs are dark blue, matching the blue accents on the white walls. Even though we are only using one table in the restaurant, all the other tables are equally decorated with immaculate care.

I sit at the end of the table, with Mom to my left and Alonzo to my right. To Alonzo’s right sits Santiago, who still pops into town occasionally. He says he has chores around town, but I suspect he just wants to see Isabella, who sits opposite him next to Mom.

Alonzo promised to keep Santiago away from Isabella, but I told him it was okay. She is an adult and can look after herself.

“Just be glad it’s Santiago who is lurking around her and not my other brother, Gustavo,” Alonzo leans in and whispers. I guess he saw me glancing at Isabella and Santiago.

“You have another brother?” I ask.

His eyes go to my mom, and then he leans in closer.

“He was promoted when I retired. He essentially filled my spot atNuestra Casa. It’s long, grueling work that keeps him busy most of the time, but you’ll meet him one day,” he pauses, then continues. “I also have a sister. She’s much younger than usthree brothers, so we keep tabs on her. She’s around your age, actually. Currently studying abroad in Europe.”

“Wow,” I say. “You’re full of surprises.”

“Good ones, I hope,” he says. “I’ll make sure you meet the entire family one day.”

“I would love that,” I say. Growing up as an only child, I always dreamed of having a large family someday. And now I finally have one.

Beyond Isabella and Santiago, Abby and Gianna giggle at something on Abby’s phone. I had spent less time with them during the spring semester, but inviting them to this dinner felt right.

Surprisingly, Gianna is managing her drinks tonight. She’s been laughing at Santiago’s jokes all night, even though Isabella is the one he’s trying to amuse. Still, we are all having a good time, eating tiny fancy burgers and colorful cocktail drinks.

“This is nice,” I say.

Alonzo reaches for my hand and squeezes it. “There will be many more days like these. I promise.”

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