Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
He nods, taking my hand. “Absolutely. Let’s go tell them officially.”
Hand in hand, we walk back into the house, greeted by cheers and congratulations from my brothers. My parents join in, their smiles wide and welcoming. It’s a whirlwind of hugs and laughter, everyone sharing in our happiness.
“I’ve made a feast,” my mother proclaims. “Hope everyone is hungry.”
Brock and I steal glances at each other throughout the evening, our connection stronger than ever. The night is filled with stories, toasts, and promises of a future together. It’s perfect, and I can’t imagine a better way to start this new journey.
As the celebration winds down, Brock pulls me aside, his expression serious yet tender. “I meant what I said, Willow. I want to be with you forever.”
“I believe you,” I reply, my heart full. “And I want the same.”
We share one more kiss, sealing our promise. Surrounded by family and love, I know this is just the beginning of something truly special.
Epilogue
Brock
Willow and I have been nearly inseparable since I told her how I felt. After the dinner with her family, she came back to my place and we made it all official. She had three orgasms that night and it’s now my goal in life to continue to top that.
I haven’t told my family anything, even though the questions have been endless. Willow and I decided that we wanted to tell everyone at Sunday dinner. Let them know together that what we have may have started out as fake, but it’s anything but that now.
After everything that happened in Vegas, it’s the right thing to do.
Anya has been the worst because she’s been calling and texting both of us constantly. We both tell her things are getting sorted, which she doesn’t appreciate. She wants full details.
Paxton called me from his honeymoon and I told him that he may come home single if he calls anyone else.
Shepherd, Callum, and Tripp only called to see how I was. They didn’t ask any questions and I appreciated that. Tripp seems to be in another world lately and I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. Griffin told me that a few months ago Tripp commented about liking a girl, so maybe that’s it.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t at least give your mother a heads up that I’m coming to dinner?”
I grin as I wrap my arms around Willow. She’s been staying at my place and I love waking up with her in my arms every morning. It’s almost made me want to be a morning person. Almost.
“Baby, my mom makes enough food to feed an army. One more person isn’t going to throw a wrench in that. Plus, she’s going to be happy to see you. She loves a good surprise,” I explain, pressing a soft kiss to her full lips.
We just had sex in the shower and I feel like I need to be inside her again already. The need I have for this woman is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It consumes me and I fucking love it.
“I’m just nervous. Last time I saw everyone, everything was such a mess,” she says, shaking her head.
I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and smile. “My family knows how messy love can be. Stop worrying. They all love you.” I kiss her cheek and pull back. “Anya might want to kill us both though for keeping this from her.”
She laughs, checking herself in the mirror one last time. It’s completely unnecessary because she’s absolutely stunning. She doesn’t need to have the curls in her hair or her makeup perfectly applied. She doesn’t need to be wearing that low cut white shirt and tight jeans, showing off her incredible body. She’s just as gorgeous when her hair is on top of her head in a messy bun, with no makeup, and just my T-shirt on. In fact, that’s when I find her undeniably sexy.
“Anya is definitely going to be pissed,” she says, applying her lip gloss. She finishes and turns to me with a smile. “But, she’ll understand.”
I stare at her and my heart slams against my chest. The love I have for this woman is unmatched. I’m truly the luckiest man alive.
“Let’s go make this official. I’m tired of not shouting from the rooftops that you’re mine.”
Her eyes soften as she steps against me, wrapping her arms around my waist. “You’re gonna shout it from the rooftop?”
“Right after I fuck you on it,” I say, slamming my lips against hers.
My fingers sink into her silky hair and I deepen the kiss, unable to stop the possessive growl that escapes me. She moans, tightening her hold as her nails dig into me through my shirt. I move one hand down her sexy body and grab onto her round ass.
She quickly pulls away and giggles, adjusting her shirt. “No way. If we don’t stop now we’ll never make it to dinner.”