by Dee Ellis
Cage is working on leasing his place; Charli seems to think Lola might want it. Gigi knows none of this. Since the Bree Incident part deux, as Gigi calls it, we had been staying at her place. We moved most our shit over last night while the girls were working on last minute Christmas shit.
“You love it, Sweet Girl?” I watch her look the place over, hoping I chose right.
“Finn...is this…our home? Like we get to live here? Together. Get married and have babies here?” I nod as her voice floods with emotion and her eyes with tears.
“Yes, Sweet Girl. If you love it. If you want it.” Gigi nods, turns to face the house then twists, and crashes into me.
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect. I love you. Take me inside, Tarzan. Jane wants a tour.” I laugh and let out a breath before bending to scoop her up.
“Fuck, I’m glad you like it. Cage helped pick it out. The girls did the rest. I want to give you everything. Starting with a home to make our own. A place I can come home to with you waiting for me. I want that so fucking bad. Best fucking days of my life, coming home to you being there for me.” I start to carry her inside, ducking beneath the ridiculous bow, but I stop.
I set her at her feet, and she frowns up at me. I hand her one of the keys, made to match the key at her neck. The key tattooed on my hand. One more key I want her to have. The inlay doesn’t have a “G” or “F” Just a C…Cooper.
Our home, our key.
“Welcome home, Sweet Girl.” Gigi gasps and turns the key over in her hand.
Then, she lets us in and hesitates at the threshold. Those big beautiful eyes dart around, and we share a look. I take her hand and lead her around each room.
Gigi seems overwhelmed. By the time we reach the bedroom, I think she hates it. Or that I rushed this. Regardless of that ring sparkling on her finger.
“I…I...” I bow my head when a shaky hand flies to her mouth, her eyes full of tears.
“Fuck. You hate it. It’s too much? Not enough?” Air escapes my chest with a gasp as she hurtles herself at me, knocking us both backwards.
“It is the single most perfect thing in this entire world. Not the house. It’s perfect too. But this. You. Us. Golden as fuck, with a ring on my finger and a perfect bow around our perfect future. I love you, Finn. I am going to be your fucking wife, take photos, and someday we’ll have babies running around here, and…I fucking love you.” I beam up at her as she pieces together the last part of me that a lifetime of shit left broken.
“I love you, Gigi. I can’t wait to make this our home, see your photos, and watch you raise our kids. Speaking of kids…” I buck my hips and she giggles, nodding her head.
“Yes. Let’s practice. Take my clothes off.” I growl and rip her pajamas off, loving that Cooper tradition; think our family might adopt it.
I roll us to pin her beneath me and tear her panties off too. My eyes flash to her second tattoo, which was really her first. The lock, with another intricate “F” woven into the steelwork of the delicate design.
It’s beautiful and resting right above her sweet pussy. I drop between her long legs and lick it, like I have every single day since she got it. Gigi moans and bucks off the bed.
“Tell me how many babies you want.” I murmur against her belly, kissing her navel and thinking about tiny Gigi’s.
“As many as you plan to give me. Maybe two. Maybe four.” Gigi laces her finger through my hair, yanking hard when I lick the lock again.
“This perfect body, pregnant…Mmm, you might stay pregnant forever. Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see what’s mine.” Gigi moans and my dick gets harder, my hands clenching the sheets beside her.
Like always, Gigi obeys, and I groan. Her pussy is pink, swollen and soaked. I bend close, breathing deep and licking her from bottom to top all at once.
Gigi cries out, and I have to hook my arms around her thighs to still her. Watching her, I lick her open again, and her eyes go hooded and dark green. Fuck, she’s sexy.
“Always taste so fucking good. Like fucking cherries. I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy. Open your mouth.” Gigi’s lips fall open and I lick her deep once, moving up to shove my tongue into her mouth.
Gigi suckles at my tongue, her taste and mine mingling. Then her little hands shove at the thermal top I’m wearing, raking her nails down my back once it’s gone. Her fingers move lower and pierce my ass as she presses me closer. I’m not done with her yet so I tear my mouth from hers and kiss her ear.
“Not yet, Sweet Girl. Need more of you on my tongue.” My teeth work a path down the side of her neck, marking the curve that drives her wild.
Slowly, I work my mouth—lips, tongue and teeth too--over her perfect tits. Sucking and tugging at her swollen nipples with rough teeth and licking with a lazy tongue. Fuck, she’s so soft, and her skin tastes so good. Nothing else has ever felt like her against me, beneath my lips, my fingertips.
I shove my hands up to take over for my mouth as I drop lower. I spread her hot pussy open with my tongue, and her soft sounds rocket through me. Teeth tugging at her throbbing clit, I drop a hand as I lick and suck at her sweetness. Two fingers slide inside and she cries out, coming against my lips.
“Oh, fuck,” My dirty Gigi whimpers, thighs trembling, “Yes! Baby, please. I need to feel you inside me.” I lick faster and harder, my fingers curling because I want more out of her.
“Mmm, not yet dirty. Once more. I want to taste you in my mouth again. I fucking love it. Touch your tits for me. Good girl. Hmm, I love when you make yourself feel good for me. Look at me with those pretty eyes.” Gigi struggles to watch me as my fingers pump faster and faster.
“Fuck. Oh, God…yes. Yes…Finn...I love you. I love this house. I can’t wait to be your wife.” I growl and pump harder, biting at her clit, and she comes again.
Seconds later, I’m shoving her thighs wide and climbing over her. Yanking her hands off her tits, I suckle at the nipples as I pin her hands above her head.
One hand wraps gently around her throat as the other holds both wrists tight. Gigi can barely move, but she shimmies her hips, rocking her soaked pussy against my aching cock.
“Fuck yes, you’re going to be my wife. I can’t wait. I love you so fucking much. Where do you want to get married, baby?” We talked about it once so I think I know.
“I think at…oh fuck.” Gigi bows up off the bed as I thrust once and sink deep inside her.
“Fuck yes. You feel so fucking good. I won’t ever get enough of being inside you. Never. When you’re my wife, can I fuck you whenever I want? Like while you’re making dinner, developing photos? After we put our kids down for bed?” I tighten my hand at her throat, feeling her pulse leaping as I thrust.
“You fuck me whenever you want already.” Gigi giggles, and I drop my head to watch her pretty eyes go green with need.
“Mmm, true. Look at me, Sweet Girl. Jesus Christ, you feel like heaven. Tell me where I’m becoming your husband.” Gigi whimpers, and I feel she’s close so I slow down.
“Firehouse…on...oh God, please…on Market. I want to get…married there. Baby, yes…” I smirk as she unravels for me, my hand shoving between her legs to rub at her clit.
“Sounds sexy. I can’t wait to start forever with you. Let me see you come for me, Sweet Girl. Let me feel you come with me inside you. I fucking love it. Tell me what I need to hear.” My thrusts pick up as I imagine her in a dress, in that old building, waiting to give me the rest of her life. Fucking beautiful.
“I love you. Yes. Yes. I love you. Oh God, Finn!” Gigi lifts close, her body shuddering as she obeys and comes for me.
“Yeah. Fuck, it feels so good. Tell me when you’re going to be my wife. Give me a date.” I’m pumping harder, both of us slick with sweat, but I need a date before I’ll finish.
“After Charli and Cage. You pick the date.” I growl and slam against her over and over. I know what day.
“Fuck…yes. Once more. Come with me again. I need it. Tell me a
gain.” I rock against her, lowering to cover her mouth so I can feel her words as I come with her.
“I love you, Finn. I’m going to be your wife. Forever.” I lose it and come hard and long, shuddering against her, the entire bed shaking as she joins me.
Sometime later, I hear the doorbell. Our first visitors. Cage and Charli knew better than to come over right after I brought Gigi home.
In fact, I think Cage wanted the time alone with Charli; they were pretty handsy all morning at Deacon and Gwen’s place. I guess knowing you had someone forever did something to the Coopers. I am clearly no exception to that.
“The date, Finn?” Gigi asks as she slips into my CDF shirt, her favorite one, tying it at one hip.
“For what, Sweet Girl?” I know what she’s asking, but I’m watching her slip sweats over her perfect ass, so I’m distracted.
“You know what. Lock the beast up for a minute. The date, first.” Gigi smirks up at me as I stroke my dick, which is already growing hard again.
“Hmm, I don’t know we have a few rooms left to christen. I think Cage and Charli might understand.” Gigi giggles, then darts away, so I tug my sweats up.
I chase her down the stairs, our stairs, in our new home. Fuck, this is perfect. Gigi is laughing as she throws the door open before they can ring the bell again.
I press into her from behind when we find them making out on the front porch. I hold up a finger when they sheepishly look our way. Slamming the door, I pin my woman to it.
“June. 17th. After Cage and Charli’s wedding.” Gigi’s beautiful eyes light up and she squeals a little.
“Why? Tell me why.” My chest feels bursting with love as I lower close to answer.
“The day you graduated. The day I stepped out onto that deck and knew I was fucking done. In love with you. Wasted a lot of time since then. Don’t plan to waste more. You’ll be my wife on the same day, too many years later, that I knew I would love you for the rest of my life.” Gigi sobers and her eyes flood with tears.
“You’re about as fucking golden as it gets, Finn Cooper. You’ve literally given me all your keys,” Her lips trace the key at my hand, her hand fingering the one dangling between her perfect tits, “I love you so much. Always love you.” I touch my nose to hers, my throat thick with emotion.
“Always love you, Sweet Girl.”
EPILOGUE
Weddings are beautiful. Even quirky ones that start out at the court house and end up at an old train station. The Cooper family certainly likes to shake things up. Twenty-four hours ago, Tegan wanted to get married at the court house. Simple. No frills.
Then last night, she and her fiancé, Miles, stumbled upon this quirky old train car where receptions are sometimes held. That did it; Gwen took over and the wedding was moved.
I’m the photographer for my last single sister's wedding and trying not to miss the good shots. The ceremony itself was lovely; Tegan wore a beige silk drop skirt dress with lace sleeves and Miles was handsome in a brown suit. Very retro, those two. Mom cried and held tight to Pop when they were pronounced as Mr. and Mrs. Martin.
I got shots of Pop dancing with Tegan on the stone platform we’d used as a dance floor. Ones of Mom with Miles. Plenty of Regan and her slowly rounding belly dancing with Parker. In two more months, there would be another wedding--Cage and Charli were next. Then another.
We agreed on a date, had the place chosen and invites sent out. Finn and I would be married on June 17th, five years to the date after he says he knew he would love me forever.
If I had chosen the date it might have been something like July 4th, the first family barbecue that I looked at him differently. Or perhaps my birthday, when I drunkenly said that I loved him. I don’t know; I think maybe I knew it for sure the same night.
When I was lost and Finn came out to find me. I didn’t know that he couldn’t stand to see me so confused. So terrified of a future. I couldn’t know that he saw me in his future, even then. That he saw in me all the things that he was searching for. Just like he had no clue he was my compass, guiding me to the things that were good in my life.
Like the camera I held in my hand. That sweet gift had become a passion for me that afforded me to live my dream. Lola and I were talking about opening up a gallery. Her sculptures and art alongside my photos. It was a long ways off, but the talk was there. I had that to look forward to because of Finn.
Had he not given me this camera, I might not have taken those shots in the park that night. Might not have realized my dream. I might be in school studying something I didn't love. I might finish school someday, but not to become a copy editor. I already changed my major, but it was on indefinite hold for now.
Bringing my camera up, I focused on Finn. Laughing with Hunter and Lola, I took a shot. Damn, he was handsome. Built like a mountain and loved me like the ocean loved the beaches they called home. My hand came down and my ring caught the light. Finn had done good; even though I knew Charli helped.
The feathering of emerald and sapphire around the perfect diamond could not fit me better. It was old deco style and unique, and I know he picked it because of my eyes. We were planning a very small wedding at the fire house I loved. Lola knew the right someone. Seemed like Lola knew a lot of someone’s.
In fact, watching her cozy up to Hunter, both of them friendly with the champagne, I thought there was a certain someone she should get to know better. They had been flirting like mad since Thanksgiving.
Not to mention, I’d gotten some vibes off of them as we planned Charli’s wedding. They would be walking together and they looked stunning together. Hunter looked at her now like he wanted to get to know her better too.
Then again, Hunter gave all the hot chicks a look. Not exactly the same look as the one he was gazing down at Lola with. Lola was eating it up.
I shared a look with Charli before snapping a photo of the cute not-couple. Charli’s smirk back confirmed it. Charli and I would be playing matchmaker for another of the Ladder 71 boys.
I took a few more shots, then found my own Ladder 71 boy. Finn looked sexy as fuck in jeans and a nice jacket and I intended to use that silky tie later. I said as much into his ear when I got close enough to grab a handful of his cock.
“Sweet Girl, you read my mind.” Finn licked his lips as my fingers tugged at the silk tie.
“Damn, I love you.” I murmured as I gazed up at him on the dance floor, the din of the reception fading away.
“Hmm, oh yeah? Good thing for me. I love you too, Sweet Girl.” Finn grasped a wildly inappropriate handful of my ass.
“I don’t need this,” I waved around at the reception going on around us, “to be ready to spend my life with you. I kind of can’t wait though. You in a tux. Me in a pretty dress. That sexy fire station. It might just be perfect.” I sighed and leaned back to look into his crystal blue eyes, sparkling with love.
“That beautiful old fire station, a sexy dress, or naked on a beach; it will be perfect any way we do it, Sweet Girl. Because I will get you for always.”
“You know, give or take a few years, I think you already had me for always, Tarzan.” Finn laughed and I just watched because, damn, he was beautiful. Beautiful and mine.
“Mmm, now I just get the paper that makes it official, yeah? I will give you whatever you want for your day. I just want you.” Finn whispered this against my lips before spinning me away, then back.
I was bubbling with love for him and hope for our future. It was perfect, and I couldn’t wait to get married. To be his wife and make a family for us in that house he had given me. The ultimate Christmas gift: a future with him and a family.
Don’t think it got more golden than that.
Acknowledgements
It is absolutely crazy to me that I get to write these things. I mean, not just the books. That’s crazy enough. That I have a second book, and more on the horizon, and I have so many people to thank.
Firstly, I want to thank my husband. The past few months have
been full of crazy changes, lots of learning, and him listening to me talk about shit he doesn’t care about. Oh, by the way, these are not censored and I have a foul mouth. Know this. Anyway, he’s a fucking rock and I love him most often.
To the community I feel like I’ve finally found my niche in life in; I truly cannot make it more crystal how amazing this has been. If five of you read my books, you’ve made my fucking life and I thank you. If two authors spoke to me, whilst ignoring my fangirling, you made my life too. I thank you.
Special shout out to my main bitches: Audrey for the edits and the cheerleading. Love you. Stells and Amelia for being the baddest bitches ever and putting up with me, your support and for introducing me to something amazing. I do not mean crotch loafs, but, I digress. I adore your faces and all the rest of your parts.
To my brothel bitches: I feel so blessed to be in your company and am so excited to be part of an exciting project like this. I can’t wait for 2017!
To my Indies Ink girls, whose openness to a newbie’s idea has blown my fucking mind.
To my Beta Bettie’s, I look forward to sharing so much more with each of you!
Lastly. Always, to my mother. I love you, always. Mother.