Hooked on a Feeling Epilogue

            It wasn’t their traditional Sunday dinner, but it was Sunday, and the crew of My Way would be serving. All of John’s siblings were on the upper deck enjoying mimosas while Starr and John were alone inside the yacht. The weather was gorgeous, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Starr had taken Dramamine, and with all the breathing exercises she’d done, today was a good day for her on the yacht. Her stomach felt fine, even with the idea of putting food in there shortly. They’d only taken the yacht out a few times before now, and she’d been pretty lucky, for the most part. Slowly but surely, she was getting used to being on the water.

            “You know it’s a shame that your mom and dad won’t talk about what happened with my grandfather and your grandfather,” Starr said.

            “I know. But I guess what’s in the past is staying there. We don’t need to know. It set us on the right path to each other. That’s all I care about.” John’s hand rubbed circles against her thighs. “Knowing what happened to sever their friendship isn’t going to change our lives one way or another.”

            Starr stuck out her lower lip in a pout. “I know. But it would be one of those fun legacy stories that could keep living generation after generation.”

            “Maybe we can ask about it when they get back from their trip. Or who knows, maybe you have all the answers you need inside his office. With all the things he’s kept, maybe there’s something in there about what went down.”

            Maybe he was on to something. Her grandfather had kept records of everything. Maybe there were letters or something. Losing your best friend and business partner wasn’t something that happened in the blink of an eye. Unless it was something bad. Like a forbidden love affair or money laundering. Something big. “Not a bad idea. We could start looking and see what we come up with. I have tons of old receipts that I need to go through and throw out. He kept every single receipt he’d ever gotten.”

            “My mom is that same way. I don’t get it. Do we need itemized lists of what we purchased?” John scrunched up his face in confusion.

            “It’s crazy.”

            “Have you spoken to your parents?” he asked.

            Starr shook her head. She was still disappointed that they no longer wanted to have a relationship with her. According to them, she’d betrayed them. She was a snake in the grass, waiting for the opportunity to strike. “Nope. And I don’t plan to. Even when we have kids someday, I will not be bringing that kind of negativity into our children’s lives. They’ll always play the victim.”

            “I admire how strong you are. Both physically and mentally. Listen, there is something that I wanted to ask you.”

            Starr pursed her lips. “What’s that?”

            Annaliese appeared in front of Starr with a serving tray. Annaliese’s eyes were bright, and she was trying not to smile. On the serving tray was a small black jeweler’s box.

            Starr gasped and turned back to John, who was on his knees next to Starr. “What is this? John, get up. You don’t—”

            “Starr, let me do this.”

            She fell to her knees. “I want to be on your level. Okay, go ahead.”

            He chuckled and took the box Annaliese handed him. She discreetly disappeared, leaving the two of them alone. He popped it open. “You’ve already made me the happiest man in the world. But it would seal the deal if we made it official. Will you marry me?”

            The ring shone bright, resembling the way her heart felt. Starr nodded. She kept nodding. She couldn’t stop. Her hand shook when she held it out and John pushed the ring onto her finger. “It’s perfect.”

            “Just like you.” He kissed her lips, pecking her mouth and cheek. Burying her in kisses. “I want to hear you say it.”

            “Yes, John. Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her heart sang with glory, and she squeezed her thighs together as heat flooded her system. “You know it’s always a yes where you’re concerned.”

            “I’d like to hope. But you can never be too sure.” He stood and pulled her up with him. “Come on. Let’s go downstairs so I can have my way with you.”

            Starr laughed at his play on words. Thank God she hadn’t gotten sick today. What kind of an engagement story would that be to tell their future children? She followed him down the stairs and to his room. 

            “Make love to me.” She let her swimsuit cover fall to the ground, and she unbuckled her top, enjoying the look on her fiancé’s face. Her fiancé. It seemed unreal. She slid her bottoms off and crawled up on the bed. “Now, John. Stop staring, and make love to me now.”

            He stepped forward and placed his hands on her hips. “I want to fuck you first. Hard and fast. Hear you scream the way I like. Then I’ll make slow, sweet love to you, my future wife. Make you come apart in my hands.”

            “Promise?” she teased.

            “Oh, I fucking promise. I promise a lot of things where you’re concerned.”

            “What about our guests? You don’t think they’ll wonder where we’ve run off to?”

            John smirked. “No. They all knew I was going to pop the question. So at the very least, my brothers know full well you and I are down here and that you’re making me the happiest man alive.”

            His fingertips moved slowly across her skin. Over her collarbone, down her chest and across the mounds of her breasts. His thumb traced small circles over nipples, the movement making them erect. He leaned forward and mimicked the same movement with his tongue. “I get to do this for the rest of my life. How lucky am I?” he said.

            He sucked her whole nipple into his mouth and she gripped the back of his head, loving the painful pleasure of his seduction. She was the lucky one, finally finding someone who celebrated her strengths, who loved her for who she was and someone who boosted her flaws instead of allowing her to drown in them. A team.

            He moved to the other nipple, his hand finding its way between her legs. He slid his fingers inside of her with ease. “How many kids are we going to have?” he asked.

            She laughed. “Where did that come from?”

            He pulled away and locked eyes on her. “I’m thinking of how much practice we’ll need to produce the perfect children.”

            “I love your big family. Maybe not seven, but at least four.”

            John let out a groan, his fingers pumping faster. “I’ll have to work forever.” He pulled his hand away and stepped back, his eyes sparkling so much that it made her toes curl. This man loves me, supports me, wants me. “Lay on your back, spread those legs for me.”

            “Say please.”

            He gripped his erection over his swim trunks and gave it a hefty squeeze. “Now, Starr.”

            She rolled her eyes. “So bossy.” She secretly loved it in the bedroom. She got into position. Well, almost the position he asked, she couldn’t help but tease him just a little. “How’s this?”

            “Spread them.”

            “Drop your shorts and I’ll do what you ask.”

            His trunks fell to the ground, his cock springing free. It was massively hard, the head bobbing against his lower stomach. “Now. Spread them.” He hooked his hands on her ankles and she let out a yelp. “Forget it. You want something done, you gotta do it yourself.” He pulled her legs apart, his eyes feasting on her pussy. “Jesus Christ, I can see how wet you are.”

            He crawled onto the bed, hovering over her. He pressed his cock against her, teasing the entrance. “Four kids, huh?”

            “At a minimum.”

            “What if we had twins?” 

            He pushed inside of her, filling her to the hilt and she gasped. “You’re always so big and hard for me.” He thrust a few times and then stopped, looking at her expectantly. What? Oh yeah…“I’d be okay with twins if they got the Du Pont genes.”

            He smiled and shook his head. “I hope they all come out looking like their beautiful mother.”

            Her pussy clenched around him. “Can we stop talking already and fuck?” she asked.

            “So bossy,” he said and pinned her hands above her head and gave her all that he’d promised.

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