Page 4 of Epilogue Legacy

I thought Ares would pull me into a dance again, but he took my hand instead. He led me toward the door, and I giggled, then sighed when he brought his lips to my ear.

“They’ve all had enough of us. You’re mine now,” he said, and I didn’t fight him anymore. I was happy to leave.

I was happy to spend the night with my husband.

Dorian

“Damn, baby. Yeah, that’s good. Fucking perfect,” I said, groaning.

There was nothing like my wife giving me head. Her dark curls draped over my cock like a veil, her throat tight and warm around me.

I pushed her hair out of her face. “Let me look at you.”

Sloane was stunning: a perfect culmination of every thought I’d ever had about what beauty was. I wasn’t just talking about her features though. Her heart managed to trump all that. All that physical shit could be taken away, but Sloane… Fuck, she was the most beautiful person I’d ever been around. Her dark eyes were framed with even darker eyelashes, her lipstick from today’s wedding smeared. She moaned before sucking me down like a popsicle.

Fuck. Fuck.

I couldn’t take this shit, and pulled her off me. Her full lips were bruised and pouty, and I crushed my mouth against them.

She tasted just as good. I could taste both her and me. What we made together was always perfect.

“Dorian,” she gasped, her tongue dancing with mine. I pressed her onto her back before taking my dick and shoving it to the hilt inside her. She gasped again. “Oh, God.”

Oh, God was fucking right. Her tight little cunt hugged me just as securely as her mouth had. It always surprised me how tight she was. She shouldn’t be, with as much as we fucked.

“I’m your god, baby,” I said, and she smirked. She opened her mouth, I assumed to give me hell about what I just said, but I filled that mouth instead, with my tongue and then my fingers. She gagged, then groaned when I picked up the vigor of my hips. I took us both for a ride.

“Dorian!” she screamed, coming, and I was right there with her. I slammed my hips once, then twice before emptying inside her. Grabbing her tits, I sucked her nipple in my mouth.

Fuck, my woman tasted so good. Her thighs hugged my hips in a viselike grip as she came down from her high.

“I feel like I just got married tonight,” she said later, her arms wrapped around my waist. Our breathing had just evened out. She squeezed me. “I love you.”

I loved her too, so fucking much. We lived such an awesome life, and, even though I traveled like a workhorse for my job, Sloane and I remained constant. She’d come with me when I went off to play football, and she had established herself as well. She ran one of her dad’s art galleries remotely and had a studio not far from our apartment on the coast. Basically, our lives were fucking perfect.

“I know the feeling,” I told her. We watched her brother get married tonight. Ares Mallick was my best friend, and I was so happy to see him and Fawn finally tie the knot. She was wonderful for him.

I kissed her head. “And I love you, too.”

I got to watch my girl’s smile as she fell asleep, right before I did. I fell asleep warm in a hotel room with the woman of my dreams by my side.

And then my phone rang.

Grunting, I ignored that shit. Whoever it was could wait until morning. I silenced it, but when the phone rang again, I decided to answer it. It might be important.

It wasn’t.

Thatcher’s face was on the screen. I denied the call, but then, it rang again. What the fuck?

“You should answer,” Sloane said. Her eyes were closed, but she’d obviously opened them enough to see who called me. She hugged my waist. “You know him. He won’t stop.”

I was going to kill this fucker for waking me up. I answered. “What?”

“Good. You’re awake.”

“I’m not, so call back in the morning.” I hung up, but, of course, he called again. I answered. “I swear to God, Thatch. This better be an emergency.”

“It is,” he said, huffing into the line, and my eyes opened. “Did you know Prinze’s is closed tomorrow?”