Candy King

by Christine d'Abo

  Life would never be the same.

  And that was a good thing.

  Epilogue

  A bead of sweat rolled between Simone’s breasts, making her skin itchy. She had to fight the urge to scratch it, not wanting to draw any attention away from the ongoing nuptials. Sarah looked absolutely breathtaking in her white wedding dress, her hair piled high on her head in an elaborate design of braids and curls, a look that Simone wouldn’t be able to attempt without an army of hair stylists at her side.

  Dylan looked equally amazing standing beside his brother, a perfectly fitting tux accentuating his body. She’d grown used to seeing him in various states of dress over the past month, but there was something extra sweet about seeing him in formal attire. She couldn’t wait to strip the jacket and tie off him to show him her appreciation.

  “Do you have the rings?” The minister asked with a smile as Jonathan turned to Dylan, who pulled the rings from his pocket with a flourish. The brothers shared a look before Jonathan turned back to his bride.

  Simone was happy for the couple now that they’d finally worked out their differences and made it here. More than that, they’d both been so kind to her father since the housing development had opened, had helped him begin to sort out his life, that she wanted nothing but happiness for them both. She reached for her dad’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “They both look happy.”

  “They do.” He patted her hand. “Maybe you’ll be next.”

  While she and Dylan had no immediate plans to get married, she thought that maybe one day there might be a chance. Who knew what the future would hold? “We’ll see.”

  The rest of the ceremony went smoothly, and Simone was one of the first people on her feet clapping and grinning when the happy couple finally walked down the aisle together, hand in hand. Dylan passed by her next, the maid of honor on his arm. He gave her a wink as he went, nodding toward the back of the church.

  “Dad, I’m going to go find Dylan. Are you coming to the reception?”

  “I think I’m going to head out. I’m done with people for today, and your mom offered to cook me dinner.” He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Pass on my regards when you see everyone.”

  “I will.”

  The crowd quickly filed out behind the couple, making it hard to work her way through to where the receiving line was. She could see Dylan’s head high above everyone else, making it half gratifying and half excruciating that she could see, but not reach him. She waddled along with the rest of the crowd, listening to conversations around her.

  “They look so happy.”

  “Her dress is gorgeous!”

  “The brother is hot. I’d like to see what’s under that suit.”

  Simone couldn’t help but smile. If luck were on her side, she’d get another private viewing of precisely what was hiding beneath all that fabric in a matter of hours. Maybe sooner if she could convince him to take a little detour to her place.

  “Simone!” Sarah pulled her into a hug the moment she got within arm’s reach. “Where’s your dad?”

  “He’s peopled out. But he wanted me to pass along his congratulations.”

  Sarah smiled and gave her another little hug. “Thanks. I’ll see him once we’re back from the honeymoon.”

  “Paris, right?” Simone was only a little bit jealous. “You’re going to have an amazing time.”

  “We will. And it helps to know that you’re here with Dylan. Jonathan said that he hasn’t seen him this happy in a long time. We have you to thank for that.”

  Simone chanced a look over at Dylan, who was currently talking to an elderly couple. “He’s made me pretty happy too.”

  “Why don’t the two of you take off and meet us at the building. We’re going to do some of the wedding photos there.”

  The common area of the housing development had a large fountain and so many tropical trees that it could have been its own rain forest. It was zen—and perfect to help soothe a troubled mind and soul. It wasn’t surprising at all that she wanted her wedding pictures taken there. “I’ll do that. It will be nice to have him to myself for a few minutes. I’ve barely seen him this week.”

  She had to wait another five minutes before she was finally able to throw her arms around Dylan’s neck and give him a kiss. “We need to leave.”

  “But—”

  “Sarah told us to go to the house for pictures.” She got up on her tiptoes and whispered against his ear. “If we leave now, we’ll have time for a quickie in the spare room before anyone else arrives.”

  Dylan circled her waist with his arm. “Simone and I are heading to the housing complex to make sure everyone is aware that the wedding party is on the way for pictures. We’ll see you there.”

  Ignoring the knowing looks thrown their way by the bride and groom, Dylan pulled Simone toward the parking lot, where the Tesla waited. He opened the door for her and helped her in, pausing long enough to place a series of kisses along her inner wrist. “I’m so hard right now I’m terrified for my suit pants.”

  Thankfully, the drive wasn’t long, and there was a spot for them in the visitor parking section when they arrived. Simone wasn’t usually so horny that she’d leave a wedding for a quickie before the photos and reception, but given how much time they’d spent together over the past month, only to be pulled apart for most of this week due to the wedding preparations, she thought she was entitled.

  Besides, she damn well wasn’t going to let anyone else have sex with the best man.

  Dylan took her by the hand and practically pulled her into the building. “I know the best spot.”

  Only five people were living in the complex, her father being one of them. Most of them worked, and while it was Saturday, she knew it would be quiet around here. Dylan fished his keys out of his pocket and opened up one of the unoccupied rooms, pulling her in and spinning her around so her back was against the wall. He held her gaze as he closed the door behind them.

  “That’s better.” A sly grin slid across his face as he ran a finger down the front of her chest, between her breasts. “You look good enough to eat.”

  “That sounds like a wonderful idea. I’ve missed you.”

  “Me too.” Dylan dropped to his knees and lifted her dress up to get a look at the lace panties she’d worn for the special occasion. “Fuck, you’re hot.”

  “You should have heard what the single ladies at the church were saying about you. If I hadn’t pulled you out of there when I had, it might have come to blows between a few of them and me.”

  His response was to pull her panties to the side and lick up across her clit.

  Simone moaned as she pressed her head back against the wall. She nearly fell over when Dylan lifted her leg and draped it across his shoulder, exposing her completely to him. It was difficult to keep her balance while he began to lick her, fucking her with his hand and holding up her dress so she could see exactly what he was doing. She would have taken off her shoes if she’d had two seconds to think about what they were doing.

  She sucked in a breath and squeezed the fabric in her grasp hard when he increased the suction on her clit. He pulled back with a pop. “I feel like you might be a tad distracted.”

  “Hard to stand still in heels while you’re doing that.”

  “Well, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” With a few smooth moves, Dylan got to his feet, picked her up, and swung her around to land on the bed behind them. “That’s better.”

  Oh, much better.

  She lifted her hips, letting him slide her panties down her legs. Dylan held them up and, with a smile, slipped them into his pocket. “Let’s hold on to these for later.”

  “You better give those back.”

  “Maybe. After the pictures are done.”

  God, the mere thought of going out there without her panties was nearly enough to m
ake her come. Thankfully, she wasn’t going to have to wait long for that inevitable fate, because Dylan climbed onto the bed and resumed his position—face to her pussy—and began to lick.

  Her eyes squeezed closed, and she knew it was going to be challenging, at best, to hold off coming too quickly. But given that the entire wedding party wasn’t too far behind them, maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. Spreading her thighs as wide as she could, Simone let the sensations wash over her. Dylan was a master at this, knowing exactly how to flick his tongue over the nub, how to curl his fingers just so to press against that hidden spot deep inside her that sent warm waves of pleasure through her pelvis.

  Ah, right there. That was the exact spot she needed him to hit. Her back arched as her hips came off the mattress and Dylan doubled his efforts to push her over the edge. She hung there on the precipice for what felt like an eternity but couldn’t have been much more than a few seconds, before the first waves of her orgasm rolled through her. She cried out, squeezing the sheets on the bed as pleasure overrode her senses.

  She barely caught her breath, falling onto the mattress in a heap when Dylan pulled back and got to his knees. “We don’t have time to get undressed. Get on your hands and knees, and we’ll do this doggy style.”

  It took her more effort than she realized to roll over and assume the position, her body still humming from the release. Dylan tossed her dress up, fully exposing her ass to him. “I’ve never been so thankful to have a condom in my wallet.”

  “Me too. And I think I’m going to start carrying them in my purse because if we keep doing shit like this, I want to be a good Girl Guide and be prepared.”

  “Of course, you were a Girl Guide.” She heard him tear the condom wrapper open before he took her hips in his hands and slid his cock into her. He sucked in a breath and began to pump his hips. “I’m not going to last long either.”

  “Hard and fast and dirty. We can do the other stuff tonight. Or tomorrow.”

  He squeezed her hips hard and fucked her with purpose. It was precisely the sort of sex she’d imagined having with the Candy King back when they’d first started talking online. It was raw and exactly the right thing for her.

  A door slamming and a chorus of voices came from somewhere outside the room. Shit, the wedding party was here far sooner than she’d thought they’d be. Dylan didn’t say anything, but he flexed his fingers against her hips and increased his rhythm.

  “Dylan? Simone? You here?” That was Jonathan’s voice.

  “Be right there!” Dylan slammed into her one final time, his body shaking behind her as he silently came.

  They only took a few seconds to savor the moment, before scrambling to fix their clothing. Simone held out her hand. “Panties.”

  “Nope.”

  “I’m going to have come rolling down my legs.”

  He held up the used condom for a moment before tossing it in the garbage can. “You’ll be good. Consider it an extended tease. Because when we get home, I plan to do that all over again. Only slower.”

  He pulled her in for a kiss, but she was more than a little startled and pulled back. “Home? You mean my place?”

  There was something in his eyes, a look that sent her heart pounding. He reached up and cupped her cheek in his hand. “About that. We’ve been going back and forth between our places for almost a month now. I thought it might make sense, if you were okay with the idea, that we move in together. I assumed you could move in with me because I have the bigger place, but I hate making that assumption. We could always get a new place, one that we both pick out. If you agree. And maybe someday we’ll do something more. Maybe not. We can just be together forever if you like.”

  Simone threw her arms around his neck and held him tight. “That would be amazing. I love you, and I want to be with you every minute that I can be.”

  “I have something else to tell you.” He cocked his head to the side before licking his lips. “I know we talked about selling the sugar daddy site to an investor, but I have another idea.”

  She pulled back a bit. “What?”

  “It didn’t feel right to get rid of it. Especially since I have you in my life. I thought rather than someone else running it, you and I can make sure people are finding their matches out there in the world together.” He kissed her one more time before pulling her back into a hug. “You were right that the site is special. If there’s a chance we can keep it going, can somehow open people up to possibilities beyond why they’d come to the site in the first place, then I think that’s what we need to do. I want you to be my business partner for the site. I’ll still keep the day-to-day elements going so it doesn’t impact your writing, but I couldn’t think of anyone else better suited to help me run it. If you want.”

  “Yes.” She burst out laughing before pressing her forehead to his chest. “I would love nothing more than to run the site with you.”

  They stood there hugging while the voices downstairs grew louder. Simone didn’t care, because for the first time in her life she was with a man who not only loved her but wanted to be with her forever. “I love you.”

  “I love you too. My beautiful Sugar Tart.”

  She chuckled. “We better get downstairs before they come looking for us.”

  “Yup.” He took her by the hand, gave her a quick once-over. “Let’s go.”

  Hand in hand, they left to join the wedding party, and Simone knew that her life with Dylan would give her the happiness she’d always wanted.

  * * * *

  Dylan stood on the edge of the party in the hotel banquet room. Jonathan and Sarah were in the middle of the crowd on the dance floor, laughing at how ridiculous Jonathan looked while trying to do the Macarena—because that was still apparently a thing. Simone was out there with them, dancing with his dad, while occasionally stopping to beckon him over.

  No fucking way was he going to dance, no matter how much he loved her.

  And yet, when she looked over her shoulder at him and batted her eyes, he found himself pushing away from the wall. It was only an inch or two, but enough that she laughed at him. Great, they’d only officially been together a short time, and he was already at her beck and call.

  Not that he minded. Things with Simone were so different than they’d been with Andrea. Not better, just different. They had an easy comfort between them that he’d never felt in any other relationship. They were in sync most of the time, and she was constantly challenging him to do more, do better.

  The music changed to a slow dance, and the couples around Simone instantly paired off. She cocked her head, put her hands on her hips, and licked her lips.

  Yup, time to move.

  Without looking away from her, he crossed the dance floor and pulled her close to his chest while immediately stepping to the rhythm of the song. “Hello.”

  “That was smooth. You’ve totally practiced that.” Her face was flushed from dancing. “I approve.”

  “I like to pride myself on being able to sweep a woman off her feet.” Dylan spun her around when the beat of the music changed before returning to their sway. “Even if I’m not a fan of wedding dances.”

  Simone snorted. “You don’t like to look silly.”

  “You do.” He leaned down and placed a soft kiss to her lips. “Which makes me want to try, Sugar Tart.”

  Her eyes widened slightly. “Pet names?”

  He shrugged. “Might as well own them. They’re an important part of who we are.” He shifted his hand to cup her cheek. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” She leaned against his touch. “We should get out of here and go home.”

  With one final spin and a wave to his brother and sister-in-law, he wrapped his arm around Simone.

  Home. With Simone. “That sounds like heaven.”

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