The Bonds We Break by Becca Steele

EPILOGUE 2

ONE MONTH LATER

“Want to make a bet?” I eyed my girlfriend as she lay spread out on my bed completely naked, like some kind of tempting buffet I wanted to feast on.

“What kind of bet?” Jessa’s voice was breathy, her pupils huge, and a glance between her legs told me she was already wet and ready for me. Just the way I liked her.

“Remember, don’t move your hands.”

She nodded, her arms stretched above her head, her fingers just touching the headboard. I hadn’t restrained her. I couldn’t bring myself to, the thought of when I’d found her bound and helpless still too recent in my mind. In actual fact, I was 90 percent sure she would be all for me tying her up because she trusted me, but I guess that image of her inside my head would take a while to go away.

“What kind of bet?” she said again, and I pushed all the negative thoughts from my mind.

“A bet on how many letters of the alphabet it’ll take to make you come.” Leaning forwards, my arms on either side of her, I placed open-mouthed kisses across her collarbone.

“What?” The word came out on a moan. Her back arched as I lowered my head to take one of her nipples into my mouth, and my cock jerked against the sheets.

Fuck. I’d always thought that I wanted variety, but sex with the girl I loved was incomparable. Nothing even came close.

“Alphabet, baby.” Releasing her nipple, I turned my attention to the other one, her shuddering breaths going straight to my hard dick. But this wasn’t about me, so I ignored my neglected cock for now.

Kissing and licking my way down her body, I stopped right above where she wanted me, blowing a breath over her wetness. “Ready?” She shuddered, raising her head to stare down at me, her cheeks flushed and her full lips red from where she’d been biting them in an attempt to stay quiet.

“Yes,” she panted, losing the battle to keep her arms above her head, her hand coming down and gripping a handful of my hair. “Please. Just…”

I got the hint.

“No more talking. But…” I slid my finger between her legs, coating it in her arousal before I pushed it inside.

The moan that fell from her lips was so erotic that my dick fucking throbbed.

I reminded myself again that this wasn’t about me. This was all about the girl I loved.

“How many letters?” I pushed another finger inside, curling it.

She gasped. “Uh. Fourteen.”

“Do you know what you’re betting?” Raising my head, I looked into her eyes, all unfocused and glassy. Yeah, she had no idea.

“N-no,” she managed as I lowered my head, my tongue dragging across her clit in one slow, smooth movement. Another shuddering gasp escaped her at the first touch of my tongue.

“Get ready.” Removing my fingers, I licked a long line down her soaked pussy, then brought my hand back down, easing two fingers back inside her. My mouth closed over her clit, and I began.

By the time my tongue got to D, she was clamping her thighs on either side of my head.

As I reached H, she was writhing on the bed, sexy as fuck moans falling from her mouth.

When I hit L, she fell apart, her whole body shaking against me as she called out my name over and over again.

“Cass. Come here.” Her rasped words, combined with the tug on my hair, had me moving up her body to rest my head next to hers, my arms automatically wrapping around her.

I held her tightly, and it was weirdly easy to ignore my erection.

“I love you.” The words came out so easily.

“I love you, too.” She placed a soft kiss to my chest. “Did I win the bet?”

“No, sorry, baby. You guessed fourteen, and it was twelve letters.”

“But you didn’t bet against me,” she pointed out, her lips smiling against my skin as she tracked more kisses across my chest.

“Oh, yeah.”

My brain went more or less offline as her hand came down to wrap around my cock. Then, when she slid down the bed and her mouth replaced her hand, there was no way I could think anymore.

Much, much later, when we’d both recovered and cleaned up, she curled up against me in her favourite position with her head on my chest and her arm slung across me, while I lay on my back with my arm curled around her.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” I murmured into her hair.

“Mmm. Same,” she said, all soft and sleepy, and it tugged at something inside me. I loved this woman so much.

“Good.” My arms tightened around her. “You need to get some sleep. Big day tomorrow.”

“Why?” Her voice had suddenly lost its sleepy tone.

“You’ll have to wait and see. Sleep now.”

Stroking my hands over her back, I thought of the surprise that waited on the driveway. Her Mercedes, but not…thanks to a bit of help from my boys.

Instead of its original grey, its colour now matched the other cars parked outside.

A perfectly flawless matte black.

I listened to Jessa’s soft breaths evening out as she drifted into sleep, and I smiled.

What did I say? All the best love stories start with an epic blowjob.

Mine did.

THE END