by CY Jones
From Cupid, I am complete.
Epilogue
Paige - One month later
“Oh god, fuck, Harrison. Yes, right there,” I shout.
Driving his hips into me, Harrison goes at my pussy like he’s raging war. We’re currently in the kitchen where he has me in his favorite position, bent over the island with my chest firmly pressed to the cool marble while he rams his big cock in and out of my small channel. The cast has finally come off and we were celebrating.
“Come on, siren, be a good girl and cream all over my dick,” he says in between heavy breaths. Fuck, his dirty mouth. I don’t know if it’s from his dick or his words, but seconds later, I’m shouting my release, cumming all over him, just like he wanted. With renewed strength, he grips my hips tighter in a punishing grip that’s sure to leave fingerprints on my skin and starts to ram inside me like I owe him money and his dick is here to collect payment. I moan at the sensations rippling through my body as he takes me like a wild animal. Sex with Harrison is like no other. No wonder why I’m addicted to his magic peen. Speech is no longer relevant as I’m making up my own language as he pounds inside me.
“Harrison,” I cry, tears stream down my face ruining my makeup and I’m sure I look like a hot mess right now. “Harrison, fuck, fuck, Harrison,” I roar, clenching the shit out of his dick, which sends him over the edge and he cums, filling me up with his seed.
“Oh shit,” a voice says from the doorway and we both turn our head to a pretty brunette looking like she’s about to hurl.
The girl runs from the room just as I yell, “what the fuck! Who is she and how the fuck did she get in our house?”
“That would be my sister, and she has a key,” Harrison answers.
“Well, fuck me,” I mutter.
“I already did and quite well, I might add,” the cheeky bastard replies, pulling out of me. Some of his baby batter leaks out of me and I clean myself the best as I can at the sink before washing my hands. Harrison has picked up my blouse off the floor and he hands it to me to put back on. He ripped my bra in his impatience to fuck me.
Taking my hand, Harrison leads me to the living room where his sister is sitting on the couch. We both avoid eye contact, not knowing what to say. It’s not everyday you catch your brother with his pants down.
“Brooklyn, what are you doing here? I thought your plane was coming in tomorrow morning?” Harrison says, greeting her.
“I took an earlier flight,” she huffs before turning her head to me and her cheeks flush. “I’m sorry. I was so absorbed by my phone, I wasn’t paying attention until it was too late. I’m Brooklyn, by the way.”
“Hi, I’m Paige.” Moving closer, I shake her hand then move back by Harrison’s side, standing stiffly. This is so awkward. I’ve never been more embarrassed in my entire life.
“I’m glad you’re here, sis,” Harrison says, pulling her in a tight bear hug.
“Of course. You think I’d miss my favorite brother’s wedding?”
“I’m your only brother, and no,” he says smiling.
Because Harrison has no patience whatsoever, he wanted to get married right away, like ASAP. If it were up to him, he would probably have dragged us off to the Justice of Peace the very day he proposed, but I managed to talk him into at least an one month engagement. It’s not like I’m not equally ecstatic to become his wife, it’s just that we’re both super busy. With the attack and then me being in the hospital, I’m behind on all my projects. Not to mention, the many clients I’ve obtained after Jodie’s house was featured in Home and Living magazine. Our life is bonkers right now.
“Are you excited for the wedding?” Brooklyn asks me, breaking me from my thoughts.
“Yes, I can’t wait to become your brother’s wife,” I answer with a big kool aid smile on my face.
“More power to you, my brother can be very thick headed and intense, but you must be something to tame him.” I laugh because it’s totally true. Harrison is the definition of alpha male.
“Well, I’m stubborn. So maybe it’s him who tames me,” I tell her.
“I like her,” she says, winking at her brother then linking her arm through mine. “Come on, Paige. Let me tell you all the dirt about my brother while we get to know each other,” Brooklyn says, leading us away to the guest room.
“Hey, I don’t think I like the sound of that,” Harrison calls after us, but we keep walking like we didn’t hear him.
“You know, Brooklyn. I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship,.”
“A sistership,” she corrects and I smile.
“Yeah, I like that word,” I agree.
The End.
Brooklyn’s story is the next book in the Working Girl Series
Books by CY Jones
Out for Blood Series
Out for Blood Series
Revenge
Vengeance
Justice
The Crown of Blood and Frost Series
The Lost Heir
Tainted Throne
The Reformed Series
Diary of a Reformed Mean Girl
Diary of a True Alpha
Jewels Cafe
Amethyst
Hex You -Prequel to Amethyst
About CY Jones
CY Jones is a retired Army Veteran who lives in the suburb of South Carolina with her three children and two German Shepherds, Skittles and Raiden. In her spare time, she likes to dream about supernaturals and the stories the voices in her head telling her to write. When she’s not writing, she’s busy chasing after her children, her dreams, and the stars.
Facebook Group
CY’s Chaos Cove.
Or follow me in any of my Media Groups
Amazon
BookBub
Goodreads
Instagram