Page 77 of Frat Row
He stops at the end of the dock, contemplating jumping and taking a chance on trying to land on our boat. He looks down and examines the length he would need to jump to make it.
In that amount of time, he makes a colossal mistake in his hesitation, and it is too late. The boat is too far from the dock. He would have to swim, and there is no chance he would be able to swim fast enough to reach our boat.
Letting out a breath I feel like I have been holding for weeks, I wave to him and give him my award-winning smile.
Martin is furiously pacing the dock, kicking the air, and screams, “You fucking bitch! I will find you if it is the last thing I do!”
I sit back on the couch and glance at Tyler, concerned he is having second thoughts about the choice he made, but he is sporting a wide smile.
“What are you smiling for? You just left your entire life behind to start over with me in a new country,” I ask incredulously.
“I told you I was going to do whatever it takes to make you mine, Cassidy Matthews.” He smirks at me as he takes hold of my shirt. Pulling me to him, he kisses me passionately, running his fingers through my hair.
THE END
EPILOGUE
3 months later
I roll over in the most comfortable bed to face my husband as the ocean breeze washes over us, smiling with immense happiness.
I survived.
I am a survivor.
Tyler is still fast asleep as I tip-toe out onto the balcony, taking in the vast ocean before me.
It was hard at first, starting over, but we made it together, healing alongside each other.
Somehow, we’ve managed to remain undetected by the fraternity, but we have emergency bags packed just in case. I think we will always have that worry in the back of our minds.
Tyler started a fishing charter business shortly after we got here; he enjoys meeting new people and tourists from all around the world.
It took me a little longer to be comfortable leaving our home, fear etched deep in my bones from my time in captivity. I recently started a part-time job as a hotel receptionist at a local hotel. So far, it has been great for my mental health to interact with people again.
For the first month, I wouldn’t let Tyler come near me, but he has been so patient, and we’ve taken it slowly and gotten back to where we were before I was kidnapped.
Recently, after feeling a sense of safety, I sent Blair a postcard in a code we used when we were younger. She hasn’t written back yet, but I check the mail every day with anticipation that it will come. I know she will relay the information to my mom, and this is how we will have to communicate for now.
Tyler sneaks up behind me and wraps his arms around my stomach, still naked from sleep. “Come back to bed,” he tries to coax me, whispering in my ear while pinching my nipple through my sheer top.
I groan. “Only if you promise to make it worth it,” I tease him.
He lifts me on the railing of the balcony, shimmies my boy shorts off, and spreads my legs wide with his hands. Dropping to his knees, he kisses my inner thighs simultaneously. I throw my head back, closing my eyes in ecstasy. He kisses my clit, barely sticking out his tongue as he slides it back and forth over my slit. Then, he licks and sucks his way down, sliding his tongue inside me and pulling it out at a slow pace, savoring me.
He begins fucking me relentlessly with his tongue, and moans leave my lips shamelessly.
Right before I am about to come, he lifts me up by my ass, one cheek in each hand, as our chests are pressed together. I feel his length, fully erect, bobbing between us.
He hoists me up against the wall of the house and locks his lips on mine, kissing me like he is trying to steal the breath from my lungs. I kiss him back just as hungrily, warmth growing between my legs as I open myself up more to him.
He slides himself into me easily and adjusts himself so his cock can hit the right angle. Not taking long, he sets about thrusting in and out of me while my back slides up and down the wall. The friction causes pain, while Tyler gives me pleasure. The best of both worlds.
Suddenly, he stops, removing himself from inside me as he carries me over to the bed, splaying me out in front of him.
“Knees to your chest,” he commands as his eyes darken.
I obediently follow his instructions, a thrill of the unexpected washing over me.
