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“What do you want to be?” I ask, licking my lips as his dick presses against them again—like he wants me to answer, but he’s too lost to lust to let me finish. Mateo presses into my mouth once more, and I can already feel him swelling.
I suck on his cock like my life depends on it, humming my praise as he fucks me mercilessly once more. “How about you call me your husband?” He groans, right before the first ribbon of his cum pulses in my mouth.
His words race through my mind, and I reach up with one hand gripping his thigh to give me better leverage as I take over for him, bobbing my head until I pull every last drop of his cum from him.
When I feel him relax slightly, and his dick stops it’s pulsing, I slowly pull my mouth off him. I hiss as he pulls the dildo from me, and then the butt plug, tossing both to the floor. I remain frozen as he flops back onto the bed. His arm snakes out, grabbing me around the waist and pulls me to lay out on his chest.
His heart thunders, matching my own.
“Did you just ask me to marry you?” I ask, my voice holding far less disbelief than I actually feel.
He leans down, pressing a sleepy kiss to the top of my head, and pulls me closer still. “And you said yes. Now you never have to use that stupid‘f’word again.”
I don’t bother responding. I did say yes—maybe not with words, but with my whole heart.And I will, every single day, for the rest of my life.
EPILOGUE
ADALENE
September 11th, 2025
Maybe I’mover-romanticizing my life—is that a thing?There’s a glow about my days, about my perspective, I’ve never known, and even though the part of me that always used to fear being truly happy likes to poke her head out every once in a while, I can’t help butbelieve.Believe this is really my life—the sad girl, hidden behind fake sunshine, who’s been through unthinkable trauma, and actually finding happiness.
It’s like I’m drunk twenty-four seven, and I don’t even have to pick up a bottle anymore.
I always thought the saying“sometimes to find the light, we must touch the darkness”was cliche. How can someone full of pain and suffering, or the memories of that, ever be truly happy? How can there be any light in a world so full of darkness?
And then I was rescued by my best friend, loved by the strongest women on planet earth, and found my own strength—my own worth—in the struggle. And although I’d never wish what I experienced on anyone, I can’t help but be a tiny bit thankful for my trauma.
I’m happy, for the first time in my life, because of that darkness.
That’s worth its weight in gold, and I’ve only just begun.
“Can I help bring anything into the dining room?” Faith asks, her hands extended toward me. I shoot her a goofy smile—the kind that makes my cheeks ache—and extend one of the bowls I was trying to carry on my own.
“Thanks, I’ll get better at asking for help, I promise.”
Faith waits for me to get directly beside her, before bumping my elbow with hers. “And if you don’t, you’ve got two best friends who’ll annoyingly ask anyways, every chance we get.”
“Whose annoying?” Stetson’s sitting at the table, Poppy cradled in her arms. She smiles, her cheeks glowing pink. Her hair’s disheveled, all piled into a messy bun on top of her head, and she’s wearing a shirt several sizes too big over athletic shorts, a mysterious stain running down the front of it. Regardless, she’s glowing from the inside out, and I don’t know a time I’ve ever seen her more beautiful.
“Mateo, obviously,” Gus grumbles, walking into the room, the offending man only steps behind him. And I nearly swoon.
How can I be living with this godly, king of a man?
For fuck’s sake—I’ve had him crawling on all fours only this morning and yet seeing him, smirking at me, eye’s glittering as if he’s reading every dirty thought I’ve ever had, still makes my knees weak.
What’s happening to me?
His hand clamps down on Gus’s shoulder a second before he can sit, but his eyes bore into mine. “You keep telling yourself big guy. I’m not the one who goes around hiding underwear.”
Faith giggles, and I cover my mouth to suppress my own as Stetson shoots Gus a menacing glare over her shoulder. “Yeah, I agree with Mateo. I was raw for days and you never did give them back to me.”
Gus shrugs off Mateo’s hand witha growl, plopping down in the seat next to Stetson and Poppy. “You got new one’s didn’t you?”
“You know I did, you creep.”
“Well, what’s the problem then?” Gus settles further into his seat, metaphorically digging his heels in, and I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it. If I didn’t know Stetson, I’d have shot Gus for everything he’s done to her—he’s a freak through and through. But like calls to like, and I can’t say there was ever a more evenly matched pair.
