Page 11 of Case Closed
“I love you,” Scout whispers in my ear as she pulls me closer.
“This is only the beginning,” I say when there’s no space left between us. I have a feeling there will never be anything to keep her from me ever again. “Tomorrow, I’m taking you to Tiffany’s, and you’re going to pick out the biggest diamond in the store.” She laughs at me, but I shake my head. “I’m serious."
“Of course you are,” she says and looks into my eyes. “This has always been forever for you, hasn’t it?”
I nod as I bend down and kiss her lips. “And now that you’ve stopped running, you’ll get to see all the ways I’ve been planning our lives together.” I nod toward the bathroom. “Starting with the extra-long tub I had installed for these extra-long legs of yours.”
“Now that’s romantic,” she says before pulling me in for another kiss.
Epilogue
SCOUT
I’m a girly girl, and I’ve always been this way. When I was little, I constantly had to have on a dress with sparkly shoes. I’d carry a purse and push around a tiny stroller with my WaterBaby doll inside of it. I’d also refuse to leave home unless I had all these things.
As I got older, I lost the WaterBaby and stroller. And I lost the giant plastic ring that was from the imaginary father of my WaterBaby. Obviously our baby was delivered by a stork named Amazon because I knew there weren’t actual storks that delivered babies.
When I was old enough to recognize that the kind of love my mother was searching for sucked, I didn’t want any part of it. At least not in the form of a partner. I filled my life with girlfriends and told myself that would be enough.
I decided I could have all the other things, I just wouldn’t wear a ring on that finger. When I wanted a baby, and I knew one day I would, I’d see a doctor. I could have done it all, but it would have been for all the wrong reasons.
It wouldn’t have been because I was giving myself all of what I truly wanted. Because what I truly wanted was a loving partner. I would have done all those things alone, out of fear. Those fears didn’t let me dream of my wedding, even as girly as I am.
Since Taylor put a ring on my finger, it's all I can think about. Now the day is finally here, and it’s everything I’ve dreamed of.
“We're getting married today!” I say the moment my eyes flutter open and meet Taylor’s gaze.
He’s in bed next to me, and I have no doubt he’s already done a full workout and had a shower. We lived together for three weeks before I realized he did that every morning and I always slept through it. When I wake up, he’s still in bed or he’s the one waking me up. I only know now because I woke up early one morning and had to go look for him. I was worried something was wrong. Why else would he have been in the home gym at five in the morning? I thought maybe he was stressed, because I’d never seen him use it before.
Nope, he did that shit every day. Who wakes up and runs five miles and then lifts weights? Couldn’t be me. Although the math worked because Taylor is in impeccable shape.
"Pumpkin, if it makes you this excited in the morning, we'll get married every day."
I snort a laugh and hit him with my pillow. I adore how he still calls me pumpkin. I don’t call him Peter unless I’m in the mood for a sexy spanking followed by a hard fucking. That is, if I haven’t found another reason to get into mischief.
“Are you saying I’m grumpy in the mornings?” I pretend to be offended.
Granted, I used to be grumpy in the mornings, but Taylor has a way of waking me up that puts a smile on my face.
“I am,” he says before pouncing on me and pinning me to the bed. “And you’re up early today.” Taylor’s mouth takes mine in a deep kiss. “You know I like being your alarm clock.”
His lips travel down my neck as his body moves lower. I moan when his mouth covers my pussy and starts eating. The man doesn’t fuck around when it comes to giving me pleasure. I reach down, gripping his short hair as he devours me. He makes me cum on his face before he rises to his knees and flips me onto my stomach. Then he’s gripping my hips and pulling my ass in the air. One hard thrust and he’s inside, and I dig my fingers into the sheets.
“Scout.” He groans my name as he rocks in and out. I love the sounds he makes when he’s inside me.
As I clench around him, he picks up the pace, and I raise my ass to meet his thrusts. I feel his fingers slide around my waist and between my legs. I don’t need him to play with my clit to get me off. Taylor can get me there just like this. That’s not his style, though. He wants it all.
I cum again, my sex squeezing around his cock. Taylor’s right there with me as his warm release fills my body.
"That's my girl," he praises, leaning down to nuzzle my neck. "You always cum so good for me."
I smile into the mattress. "I do," I sigh contentedly. "I'm the best, really."
"You are, pumpkin." He chuckles before pulling out. His release spills down my thighs, and damn, do I love that sensation. I love it more that his baby is already inside of me. "My bride has things she needs to do."
"You’re right." I sigh again but don't move.
"I'll handle it for you." It is the only warning I get before I'm being lifted off the bed and tossed over his shoulder.
