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Epilogue
Ky
One Month Later
“I talked to Ingram today,” I said as Chris climbed into the bed and snuggled up next to me.
Chris had gone back to running the bar. It didn’t surprise me in the least. Everything seemed to have gone back to normal, in a way. Mornings he spent out on the water. Then we’d eat breakfast together and I’d clean up while he showered. Sometimes I’d get done in time to slip into the shower just as he was finishing up and take him up against the wall.
“How’s she doing?” he asked as his arm wrapped around me.
“She sounded good. Happier and lighter.” A smile tugged at my lips.
She hadn’t been gone that long but it was clear being there was working its magic for her. I knew she still had a long road ahead, but talking to her a few times a week really helped to set my mind at ease.
“I want to go see her but I figured I’d give it a little more time,” he said like he’d read my mind.
We lay there, intertwined with each other talking about the little things. I loved ending the day like this, tangled up with Chris and filling in one another with the simple stuff about the day. Nothing big or life-altering, but important nonetheless.
“Chris,” I said after we’d gone quiet for a while.
“Yeah?” he asked and his head tilted up to look at me.
I wasn’t sure how to bring this up. Like at all. But I had been curious and I didn’t want our relationship to be one-sided, though I didn’t think that was the way Chris saw it. However, I wanted to give him things, like what he gave me. Then again, maybe he didn’t even want that. Why was this so hard?
I’d been thinking about it to the point of almost obsessing since that night in the backseat of the GTO. He didn’t know it yet, but we were keeping that damn car. He opened me up that night and I couldn’t stop thinking about…more.
“I, um…”
He rolled over and straddled my body. This was his version of pinning me down. As his eyes looked into mine, I knew he was not only giving me his full attention, but letting me know that this was a safe place. He wouldn’t judge me, laugh at me, or make me feel weird about anything. Just one of the many things I loved about him.
“I want to try,” I said leaving it at that and hoping he would get my drift.
“Try what, babe?”
Obviously, he didn’t.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” I said and I knew my stupid cheeks and ears were giving away my embarrassment and insecurity.
“Oh,” he said his mouth remaining open as his brows shot to his hairline.
“I mean, if you’re into that,” I rushed to say. I honestly didn’t know either way because we hadn’t really talked about it.
He grabbed my hand and guided it to the huge bulge that was attempting to play peek-a-boo through the front slit of his boxers.
“I don’t know…you tell me if it feels like I’m into it,” he said and moaned as I gave him one slow tug. “Don’t move.”
He rolled over, tore off his boxers, then grabbed the bottle of lube out of the side table.
For way too long, he tortured me with his mouth on my cock and his slick fingers toying with my ass.
“Chris,” I panted out. “If you keep it up, I’m going to come right now. I want to come with you.”
He released me with a loud pop. Then he sat back on his heels and I watched with hooded eyes, as he coated his bobbing cock with lube.
I started to shift, but he halted me with a hand on my chest and a quick shake of his head.
Okay, I was still new at all of this, and while I imagined there was more than one way to do it, I hadn’t brought it up with Chris. So, yes, we’d just been doing it in that one position all this time. I couldn’t say that I didn’t like it for the most part because I liked being in control. I just hated that I couldn’t see his eyes when I came.
