Page 83 of Finally Moore

“You’re taking too long,” I taunt him as my hand slides down his briefs.

“Fuck,” he growls as he finally finds the small keycard and tries to open the door. But the light keeps flashing red. I give him a firm squeeze. “Come on.” He tries again. When the light finally flashes green, Scott practically kicks the door open and throws me over his shoulder.

He tosses me onto the bed and I tug him down with me. “Scott, I know you love your foreplay and believe me I do too. But right now, I just need you to fuck me. After that, I’m yours to do with as you please.”

He pulls me in for a searing kiss. “God, I fucking love you.”

“I love you too.” I yank off his pants and roll on top of him. The slit in the shapewear splits perfectly so that I’m able to glide onto his hard cock.

“And I fucking love this dress,” he moans as I sheath myself on him. “Not only do you look beyond drop-dead gorgeous in it, but it’s made for fucking.”

“I love how sexy I look in this dress,” I admit, and Scott smiles at my ability to compliment myself without his prompting. “When your eyes drink me in, I feel like I could conquer the world,” I continue to say whatever comes to mind as I rotate my hips.

“That’s a good girl,” he encourages me.

“Oh, fuck…” I moan. “My hips… I love how they curve just right so that you can…” Scott grips my waist as he helps me keep steady. “Yes… like that. I’m so close.”

“Me too, Angel.” He pulls my head down to capture my lips in a kiss. As he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, he fucks me from below until I fall apart around him.

I rest my head in the crook of his arm as my lids grow heavy. Scott brushes my hair back. “Get some rest.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “We’ve got the rest of our lives ahead of us.”

Epilogue

Scott

OneYearLater

“Are you ready?” I call up the stairs of my childhood home—well, our home now I guess. Technically, we moved in six-months ago but it took Scarlett a little longer to finally settle into the space. Not that she didn’t want to, but it was a big transition, going from the convenience of being onsite constantly to having to take the extra drive.

But now, with the addition of a few more reliable hands, she finally feels as though she can release the reins a little. At least that’s what she says. Personally, I think when she realized that she could renovate the cabin to be a high luxury rental option and make some serious income with it, her motivation skyrocketed. Me? I honestly don’t care what her motives are. As long as we’re together, the logistics don’t matter.

Not to mention, she wasn’t the only one who was a little on the fence. It wasn’t that I didn’t want the house; it just felt weird for Jake to give it to me since it was left to him and Tilly. But as my siblings pointed out, my sister has her own family home, and my brother wasn’t ever going to need all the extra space. Given his and Letty’s lifestyle, the renovated loft apartment above Harper’s is all they wanted. Maybe one day, if they settle down and get a dog, they’ll look for something different. But right now, between work and travel, they’re barely ever home.

“Scarlett, we’re going to be late,” I try again.

Bruce stands at the top of the stairs and I swear he shakes his head at me. Taking a deep breath, I trek up to our bedroom to see what’s going on. Her dress is laid out on the bed and the bathroom door is shut.

“Angel.” I knock. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh… um…” The toilet flushes and a flustered Scarlett appears in front of me. “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” I press my palm to her forehead. “Are you feeling okay? If your stomach is bothering you, I’m sure everyone will understand—”

“Nope, I’m fine.” She smiles up at me.

“Scarlett…” I scold her. “If you’re sick, we should stay home—”

“I feel great.” She presses a kiss to my cheek. “Sorry. I was having an eyeliner malfunction. But it’s all fixed now.”

I inspect her closely but as usual… “You look flawless.”

Her cheeks pinken. “Thank you.” She kisses me again. “I’ll be down in five.”

“Are you ready?” I ask as Scarlett squeezes my hand.

“As I’ll ever be.” She plasters on a bright smile before pushing open the big barn door. The place is decorated with twinkling lights, pine garland, balloons, and a giant banner that sayscongratulations.

“Oh, hey!” Tilly squeals as she jogs over to us, my new niece clutched in her arms. “I was beginning to wonder if you guys were going to make it.” She gives Scarlett a one-handed hug.

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