He leaned in and bit my lip. I yelped and tried to pull back, but he pulled me in for a kiss that made me forget everything except how much I loved him.
Epilogue
Xander
In the last eight months, my relationship with Avery exceeded what I thought was possible. She’d learned all my quirks to the point that she could detect when I was holding something back. I think that’s what made her gain back some semblance of trust in me. She was always prepared to call me on my shit, and I was fine with that.
We adapted. She accepted who I was but was always on a mission to make sure I knew she saw through me. And I liked it that way. She didn’t ask me to change; she just made sure I understood the consequences of my actions before I went too far.
She and my mother had moved completely past everything and hung out at least once a month. Mom’s health improved because Avery and I kept her on a strict regimen.
Ian and I…
Well, we actually occupied the same room without wanting to kill each other. Avery still scheduled us for one session together every month, and it helped. Listening to Ian talk about his feelings made it easier to release my anger and resentment toward him. And maybe it worked the same way for him. In Avery’s office, we had a chance to see the real Ian and Xander. There was no sibling rivalry, just two people trying to understand each other.
Ian had kicked his drinking habit, but his political career was shot to shit. He was managing the club he worked at, and, who knew, maybe he’d be a club owner one day. Regardless of what he did, I was happy for him, and he seemed happy for Avery and me, and he completely stopped trying to fuck with my head when it came to her.
Avery was a godsend, and we’d somehow become a normal family without this huge cloud hanging over us. Even Ellie and I managed to be cordial. Though Avery had watched us like a hawk for months whenever we were in the same room. Ellie was graduating soon, and she fully accepted that Avery was there for her in whatever way she needed.
My life was the calmest it had ever been.
I felt Avery roll over in the bed and scoot up against my back. Her hand slid over my side, down my abs, and she started stroking my cock until it was hard and aching.
I was suspicious she was trying to put me to sleep, but I wasn’t going to complain. My insomnia wasn’t as severe as it was before, but it hadn’t completely vanished. I’d had it so long I was sure it had become my permanent companion. On nights like this where I stayed up with my thoughts, Avery always tried to fuck me to sleep. It had worked for me in the past, and it worked even better now.
She pushed me onto my back before she crawled between my legs, bit my thigh, then flicked her tongue over my balls, causing them to draw up tight. She always had this wicked look in her eyes whenever she put her mouth on my dick, and she didn’t fail this time.
She laughed when I grunted, the vibration of that sound causing my dick to twitch in her mouth. She wrapped her hand around the base as she worked her warm, wet mouth up and down my cock. She withdrew, using her hand to stroke me, then lapping up the precum she drew forth.
Oh fuck.
She sucked my balls into her mouth, one then the other, and I nearly lost it. I flipped her so quickly she gasped. “On your knees,” I growled into her ear.
She scurried into the position I’d ordered, rubbing her ass against my cock. I rewarded her with a sharp smack on her ass. She sucked in a breath, then stilled. I thrust two fingers into her wet hole, and she quivered, her fingers gripping the sheets.
I worked my fingers into her pussy until she was a sweaty, panting, begging mess. Then I lined up my cock at her entrance and watched her try to impale herself with it. With each attempt, she received a smack on her ass cheek. She was silently pleading for a spanking, and I was all too happy to turn her cheeks a pretty pink before I fucked her.
She never stopped pushing against me, so while she was expecting to be spanked more, I plunged my cock into her dripping pussy, and she let out a scream that morphed into a whimper as I began to move.
I leaned over her, buried my fingers in her hair, and put my lips to her ears. “I love your fucking pussy.”
She shivered and moaned as I hit my cock against her G-spot. I sat up, maintaining my grip on her hair as I rammed her sweet spot over and over. The sounds she made caused my dick to get even firmer, thicker.
I yanked her hair harder, which had become a habit of mine lately. This time I pulled her head back far enough to kiss her. I was deep in her, but it wasn’t deep enough for me. I gave it to her in longer, harder strokes that caused her to moan into my mouth.
I thrust my tongue into her mouth, overwhelming her with sensation. My other hand moved up her thigh until I reached her center, and I slid two fingers across her slippery slit. My fingers on her clit, tongue in her mouth, and cock working her pussy pushed her to the edge.
She bit my lip and pulled away as she wailed her release. I clasped onto her waist and rode her hard. Her pussy cloaked my cock with its wet heat, sending chills up my spine. We weren’t part of the world when we came together like this. Everything slowed down except for the beating of our hearts and the frantic pace of our lovemaking.
I bucked as I shot off deep into her pussy, my climax taking everything from me and giving it to her. We collapsed, me half on top of her, both of us wearing a self-satisfied grin.
“Is that what you were aiming for?” I cocked an eyebrow at her.
She shook her head and breathed, “More than.”
I tucked her under me. My head fell onto the pillow, eyes heavy with exhaustion. She ran her fingers into my hair and chuckled.
“What’s so funny?”
“You’re so easy. Did I fuck you to sleep?”
I cracked my eyes open and gazed at her self-satisfied smile. “Technically, I fucked you so…”
She bit my neck and buried her head under my chin. “I’ve wanted to say that since the day I met you.”
“If you want to fuck me to sleep every day for the rest of my life, I’ll lie here and let you do it.”
She chuckled and kissed my jaw. “I know.” She hummed softly as she snuggled closer to me. “I love you.”
“Love you too, Avery.” I fell asleep with a contented smile on my face, and memories didn’t haunt my dreams. Just visions of Avery and me and the future we were building together.
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Bethany Bazile reads, writes, and lives in the Northeast with her husband and two amazing kids. Her passion for writing was born from a love affair between books and music. She loves books that draw her in and won’t release her until she’s inhaled every word, panting with excitement. Then she realizes the sun came up, but the loss of sleep was so worth it. When she isn’t reading, she’s conjuring up steamy love scenes and hot romance stories to share with fellow romance lovers. She can’t function without her cup of coffee and operates on a vampire-like timeframe.