Page 79 of The Fangirl and the Grump

“Hold on tight, baby,” I say, then flick her clit with the tip of my tongue as I push a finger deep inside her soaked channel. Groaning, I add, “Already so wet for me?”

“Always,” she gasps as I swirl my tongue around that sensitive bit of flesh once more.

I curl the tip of my finger, easily finding that special spot inside her as I suck and lick at her clit. Her breathing quickens and turns ragged, and she moans my name as her hips pump upward. Then, she goes rigid and shakes her head.

“Wait. Stop,” she huffs. “I want to come on your ginormous cock.”

A chuckle bursts out of me at her repeated use of the word “ginormous,” and she smiles even though her eyes are still closed. Giving her one last teasing lick, I pull her legs off my shoulders and step back. I undress in record time as she scoots up the bed and spreads her legs wide, inviting me to slip between them.

Climbing onto the bed, I settle between those creamy thighs and position the tip of my cock at her entrance. I go still, not moving an inch until she opens her eyes and meets my gaze.

“Call me Wolf Daddy,” I whisper, and the surprise on her face is almost comical. “I know you want to, and I intend to give you everything you want. I’ll do anything to make you happy, baby.Anything.”

Her lips part in a brilliant smile just before she replies. “Then fuck me good and hard, Wolf Daddy.”

My hips buck forward, driving my cock deep inside her. She’s so wet and ready, I bottom out in one single motion, pulling matching moans from both of us.

“I love you so much,” I whisper against her lips as I start to move inside her.

“I love you more,” she whispers back, then lifts her head to steal a kiss.

Growling as her hips lift to meet me thrust for thrust, I grip one breast and knead it before pinching the nipple. She hums with pleasure, and I press my lips to hers, kissing her long and deep.

This is my life now, and I’ll never take it, orher, for granted. Keegan is everything to me, and I plan to make sure she knows it every second of every day for the rest of our lives.

And I know she’ll prove her love to me just the same.

The fangirl and the grump were made for each other, and nothing will tear us apart ever again.

Epilogue

Keegan

The convention ended a few days ago, and though the other stars of the movies left Monday morning, Gavin Reese is still in town. He made a big show of telling his fans goodbye and climbing into a car with Julia Warner, the actress who played Aria, to head for the airport in Salem to catch a private jet, but a few hours later, the car returned with him inside.

I only know because he privately rented one of Trace’s rental properties using a fake name, and Trace said he’s been hiding out there for days, waiting until the crowds leave and Evening Shade returns to normal before venturing out.

Then this morning, he texted Pressley and asked us to come over later to discuss the logistics of the BingBang video we’ll be filming together. Trace is coming along with us, but when Pressley asked Willow if she wanted to join, she said she was busy rearranging the shop now that the convention is over.

I found it odd she wouldn’t want to meet Gavin, in person, but forgot all about it when Trace appeared at the lodge and asked me to go somewhere with him. We’re in his truck now, and he’s being all mysterious and refusing to tell me where we’re going.

“Just give me a hint,” I beg, bouncing in my seat as we drive out of town.

“Patience, lotus flower,” he says with a grin.

“Come on, Wolf Daddy,” I say, and he just smiles wider as he does every time I’ve called him that since the night of our reunion.

He starts to slow the truck, and I squeal with delight as I realize where we are. He’s taking me back to Aria’s house––his family home. I haven’t been back here since the first time we came, and I’m excited to get to explore it again.

When he pulls the truck to a stop in the drive, I unbuckle my seatbelt, lean over to pop a kiss on his cheek, then open my door and hop out. Just being here on the property makes me feel all warm and gooey inside. This house was an escape when I was an angsty teenager, watching Aria and Lucas’s love grow as they spent time together in each of its rooms.

And now? Now, knowing Trace and Willow grew up and flourished here with their Grandad makes it even more special. This time, I’m not here to recreate scenes from the movies in my mind.

This time, I want to know everything about the boy who grew into the man I love.

Trace steps up behind me and wraps his arm around my waist, linking his hands over my stomach. I lean back into him with a happy sigh.

“Thank you for bringing me here again.”

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