Page 80 of Heartless Boss
Epilogue
Gia
Two months later ...
“Take off your dress,” Wolf says. I stare at him as if he told me aliens landed on our planet.
“Here? Outside on this balcony?” My voice is high-pitched.
“We’re the only two on this side of the island, and I’m naked too, so you won’t be alone.”
Yes, he is, and fully hard, and I’m going to ride him soon. I study the tattoo of the half of a wolf’s face morphing into my face on his chest. He got it in Vegas where he went for his bachelor party, and while Matt, Logan, and Darien got drunk, he stayed sober. I asked him if it was hard not to take a drink; he told me it was, but having a drop is not worth destroying his life. I’m so proud of him for conquering his demons. He still struggles every day with PTSD. Some days are rough and others are great. And, whenever he has nightmares or flashbacks, we deal with it.
“You’ll start to love your body the way I do and feel comfortable in your own skin, Rainbow.”
I look to my left then my right and notice the rest of the villas are empty. For our honeymoon, he flew us to Mahé, Seychelles. It’s a private island off East Africa. I told Gunner I wanted to go to a place away from people, secluded, and he surprised me here a few days ago.
“Fine,” I murmur as my cheeks heat up, and I pull the thin, see-through gown over my head, tossing it to the concrete ground. My nipples pebble from the cool breeze and Gunner pats his thigh as I wrap my arms around my waist like I’m shielding it and sit in his lap, facing him. I feel his erection digging in my thigh.
“Why are we being nudists at this very moment?”
“To get you out of your comfort zone.”
“That seems to be the highlight of the week. You made me swim naked in the cold ocean yesterday, and the day before we had sex on the beach.” I was so worried that we would get caught by someone.
I stare at the breathtaking view, crystal-clear sea, and half-crescent moon. The sky is pitch-black and the ocean tide beats against the black rocks. Salty air assaults my nostrils.
I feel his fingers trail to the scars on my stomach. He cups my breasts; he traces his lips over my right ear, and I suck in an audible breath.
“Repeat after me. ‘I love my body, and it’s beautiful,’” he murmurs against my earlobe thenbites down on it.
“I don’t want to repeat it,” I whine, folding my arms across my chest, pouting.
“Until you learn to love yourself and stop bitching about how you don’t like it, that’s your punishment. Now, repeat it.” He continues gently pulling on my nipples.
“Butthole.” I roll my eyes. “I love my body and it’s beautiful.”
He bites my ear again. “Good girl, now say ‘I love Gunner’s giant dick.’”
“Really? You want me to say that?”
“You’ll actually mean it now.”
I shake my head at his words, and my mind flashes to the day we were at the diner in Atlanta when he told me to write that on his picture. “Fine. I love Gunner’s giant penis.”
We spend the next five minutes making out like two horny teenagers, then he scoops me up by my butt cheeks and I wrap my arms and legs around his body. He sends my libido into overdrive.
“You have to repeat ‘I’m beautiful’ until we make it to the bed.”
And I do what he says, then he lays me on the white silk sheets.
“You can’t ask me to walk around naked when Cora’s around.”
“No, but you’ll start sleeping naked and I’ll make sure you tell yourself you’re beautiful every day.”
I kiss the bridge of his nose.
“Before I fuck your brains out, I need to give you another wedding present.” He goes to our suitcase that’s next to the white dresser and pulls out a wad of paper. As I flip onto my side, I prop my hand under the side of my face. We had our wedding four days ago, and it was everything I dreamed of. We had it atTribeca Rooftop overlooking the city at nightfall. The lights were made out of mason jars that Cora and I made. My dress was a strapless ball gown, and the princess skirt was rainbow-colored. I wore red flare heels. The bridesmaids wore the exact same colors as my princess skirt. It was so pretty. We danced to the songShe’s a Rainbowby the Rolling Stones. Our cake was bubblegum-flavored. Gunner has given me everything I wanted and more.
