“Yes, sweetheart?” I reply, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. All of my attention is on the way her lips purse but not in the way she does when she wants me to kiss her. No. This is her in deep thought.
“I need a car. I have some money saved up, enough to get myself something old,” she says, and I frown at the thought of her in another safety-hazardous shitbox like Delilah, her former car.
“I know you don’t want my money, but, please, let me buy you a car,” I say, but, of course, she merely shakes her head. “Please,” I beg, brushing the backs of my fingers against her cheek.
“No, Leonard. I’m not letting you buy me a car. This has to be mine. All mine, even if it’s a shitbox, as you called it,” she replies, and I remember the one time I did say it to her face and not just in my head like before. I let out a low chuckle.
“Okay, we will find something affordable I will approve of, I’m sure of it,” I reply although there is no way the few thousand pounds she saved over the last few months will be enough to get a good car.
“Leonard?” she says, and I give her a kiss because of how sweet she is.
“Yes, Starling?” I reply.
“I want you to change your mind,” she says and trails her fingers down my tattooed chest until she reaches the trail of hair that leads to my cock. She keeps going slowly, seeing if I would stop her, but there is no way in hell I could remove her hand as she wraps it around my hard cock. “Oh,” she blurts out when she feels how horny I am for her, and then a little giggle escapes her lips. “Guess you already did.”
My lips find hers instantly after she’s done talking, her peachy scent filling my nose until I can taste her. And Chiara tastes amazing. Like my home.
“I love you,” I say into her mouth, bringing a moan from her lips.
“I love you, Leonard.”
I move on top of her and like always, our bodies click into place because we were made for one another. My cock rubs along her clit as I grind myself into her, drawing out her pleasure until she whimpers and begs for more. And I give her everything. I slide into her with ease because she’s so ready for me, she’s soaked. We chase our pleasure because after the day we had, feeling close to each other is what we both crave the most. I fuck her slow and steady, but she’s a moaning mess beneath me, telling me to keep going at the same pace because she’s close. So, so close.
“Fuck, please, please, make me come,” she begs, and I groan on top of her, angling up her hips to hit her G-spot with every stroke. “Faster, harder,” Chiara cries out, and I pick up speed as I slam inside of her harder. “Yes, God, just like that!” I smile on top of her, bringing my lips to hers as my orgasm builds in my cock.
“You’re fucking perfect, sweetheart. And all mine.” I go even harder and faster until she’s breathless and moaning even louder.
“I’m coming,” she says and screams as her walls clench around me, pulling me straight over the edge with her. I come inside of her and then pull us onto our sides, kissing her to taste the pleasure in her bloodstream.
“I want forever with you, Starling,” I say, wiping a strand of hair off her sweaty forehead.
She gives me an easy smile, as if she’d done it her whole life, and it’s the best thing in the entire world.
“You already have it, Champ.”
My lips envelop hers again while I get lost in the thoughts of our future.
It’s too early to ask Mum for Grandmum’s ring, right?
spoiler alert
This Epilogue contains spoilers of my books Rush: Part One & Rush: Part Two.
epilogue
LEONARD
Six Years Later
Iwalk into my wife’s gallery with a bright smile on my face. Chiara and I got married four years ago in a private ceremony with only our closest friends and family. No one knows publicly, and I do my best to keep it from people after what happened five years ago. The death threats she got, the hate messages, everything I received on a daily basis was directed at her too all of a sudden, so I keep her as far away from the toxic world of the media. It’s been working well, even if I hate hiding that I have the hottest wife to ever walk the Earth. Then again, I also like that she’s just mine. I don’t have to share her with the spotlight, which I love.
“Amore,” Chiara says when I walk toward her with a bouquet of flowers in my hands.
I’ve made it a habit to bring her a fresh one every week because of how hard she’s working every single minute of every day. Benz comes walking toward me slowly, the old girl not as fast as she used to be but still so excited to see me. She comes to work with her Mamma every single day.
Chiara’s art gallery is a booming success. She’s shifted completely from digital immersive experiences to creating her own rooms. One of them has a balloon exhibition, inspired by the one we went to years ago but with Chiara’s own twist to it. Another has the lights idea she had six years ago because everyone absolutely loves it. It’s what her gallery is most known for. The other rooms have more exhibitions but I forget all about them when my lips meet hers and a happy sigh escapes her lips.
“Hi, sweetheart,” I reply and give her another kiss. “Do you have a minute? I’d like to discuss something with you,” I say, and she turns to Lulu, who is now one of her employees, to let her know she’ll be right back. Then, her hand slips into mine as we walk toward her office.
