42. Cameron
Epilogue
I’ve been awake in our hotel bed here in Mexico, watching Talia sleep for the last hour. It’s become my morning ritual since she came back to me. I have been on a happy high since she moved in four months ago.
Yeah, that’s right.
My girl moved in the same night I asked her to in front of a crowd of rowdy Evaders’ fans. I had that game in the bag the moment I saw her in my jersey and those cutoff shorts. It wasn’t a perfect game, but it might as well have been because I had her cheering me on next to my parents.
Hell, the moment I saw her in the stands, I knew everything was going to be alright and it wouldn’t be long before I asked her to marry me.
I brush back the strands of hair covering her face with my fingers, grazing the soft skin behind her ear. She sighs, and her body relaxes deeper into the fluffy mattress beneath. Even in sleep, my touch brings her peace.
I run a hand over her name, where it’s stamped across my chest.
For the longest time, I never thought I’d find someone I’d want to spend the rest of my life with. Then I met her. Talia’s steel-gray eyes and sweet laugh captivated me from the start. Her intelligence and big heart drew me in deep. But it was her ability to see past others’ opinions of me and right through to the heart of who I am that made me fall in love with her.
I can’t imagine sharing my life with anyone but her. Jerry Maguire knew what he was talking about when he said the line, “You complete me.” Talia completes me. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
Even better than winning the World Series, which the Evaders did in six games this season. Don’t tell anyone I said this, but Nico definitely won that last game for us with that three-run homer at the top of the ninth.
We’ve gotten to know each other better over the last couple of months. He’s turned out to be a decent guy. It was rough for a minute, especially after he caught me and Talia going at it in the supply room at the stadium.
What can I say? If my girl wants it, I’m going to give it to her.
Romero still gives me a hard time every time I kiss Talia in front of him. But all’s fair in love and war. I’ve made it a personal mission to make sure he walks in on us kissing every chance I get. He talked a lot of shit over the years, so it’s only right I pay him back.
Talia snores quietly beside me, tangled in white sheets from the waist down. Palms pressed together and under her cheek, she looks like a naked angel sleeping in our hotel bed.
My chest swells with pride and so much fucking love for this woman.
I spy the handcuffs on the bedside table and smirk. I’ve created a monster. Talia is a vixen in the bedroom. She knows I can’t get enough of her. The way she uses her body and her brain to her advantage turns me into a walking hard-on.
My smile grows as I watch Talia’s eyes flutter and I recall last night’s sexcapades. She’s exhausted after the work I put her body through only a few hours ago. I cuffed her wrists behind her back, bent her over, and then ate her pussy until she begged me to fuck her hard and deep, just the way she likes.
I plan on doing it again. Only this time, I have a different cuff in mind .
Without jostling Talia, I reach for the little black velvet box hidden in the drawer of the bedside table. I flip open the lid and pull out the sapphire and diamond engagement ring and matching band from the cushion.
Mason’s guy did an amazing job creating the matching set I imagined. Even in the dark, the gems sparkle.
I pinch the platinum bands between my index finger and thumb. I went with an art deco inspired ring set. For the main band, I chose a two-carat sapphire center stone, surrounded by diamonds while alternating pavé sapphire and diamonds surround the second band. It’s an understated band with a delicate filigree that she can wear while at work.
I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she sees the rings already on her fingers.
Proposing on vacation wasn’t my plan. I had wanted to propose at home plate after winning the World Series, but Talia’s work schedule didn’t line up. When she suggested a short vacation to celebrate my birthday before the holidays, a new plan was born.
While it was a bummer for her to miss the game, I’m proud of her and the work she does at the hospital. There isn’t a soul out there who cares more about people than she does. Besides, I still had my good luck picture of us and one more in the lining of my hat.
My dick gets hard just thinking about that photo.
When I look at her sparkling gray eyes in the photo, I swear she’s eye-fucking me. She’s on her knees, wearing my Evaders jersey and nothing else. Her raven hair lays in a thick braid over her shoulder, and she’s biting her finger while my jersey lays unbuttoned, leaving the valley between her breasts exposed.
Fuck, she’s amazing. And about to be mine forever.
As ninja-like as I can, I slide her hands out from under her cheek and wait. When I’m sure she’s still asleep, I grab her left hand and slide my rings down her ring finger.
The perfect fit .
My dick turns to steel as I kiss the rings on her hand and roll her onto her back. Hovering over her sleeping form, I keep my weight on my elbows and knees so as not to wake her. Yet.
I feather kisses on her neck and nip at her earlobe. She moans, tilting her chin back and arching her breasts. Her nipples harden to tight peaks, begging to be sucked. I kiss my way down her neck, stopping to worship the top of her tits before I take each tip into my mouth. I suck and nip at her sensitive flesh, leaving my mark behind.
Mine.
Talia hums low in her throat as she spreads her legs wide, inviting me between them. My heavy cock drags down her warm, wet slit, teasing us both as I kiss a line down her body. I settle my shoulders between her legs and breathe in the heady arousal pouring off her sweet pussy.
My mouth waters as I use my thumbs to spread her open and lick her from ass to clit. I take my time exploring her with my tongue, lapping at her sweet nectar. I fuck my cock into the bed as I take her clit into my mouth. The bud pulses underneath my tongue as I lavish it with my tongue.
“Oh my god, Cam,” Talia whimpers as she grips my hair and tugs. Her sleep-riddled voice is sexy and does things to me. “I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
“Never, baby.” I suck her clit between my teeth and flick it with my tongue. Her hips buck, and I know I’ve got her right where I want her.
With one hand, I push her knee out wide, and I slide two fingers deep inside her tight heat. She writhes beneath me as her muscles clamp around me. I’m too excited to drag this out, so I go in for the kill. I rub the pads of my fingers over her G-spot and tap.
“Fuck yes,” she hisses.
In the soft light of the early morning sunrise, I watch Talia come undone .
She grinds her pussy against my mouth, fucking my face just the way I like—greedy and messy. I lap at her clit with hard and fast strikes, lashing at the swollen nerves until she snaps like a rubber band and her body jerks in time to her orgasm’s rolling pulse.
“Cam!”
I love to hear her scream my name when she comes.
She tugs my head away, letting me know she’s too sensitive for me to keep going. I’d usually punish her and keep going anyway, but today, I have other things in mind.
I give her pussy one more lick before climbing up her body and pressing my mouth to hers in a dirty, wet kiss. She tastes like sleep, her cum, and … mine.
She squirms beneath me, searching for my cock.
Ease up, you greedy fucker.
My cock weeps for his home as I break our kiss and roll us over—me on my back and her straddling my stomach. I place her hands on my chest and cover them with mine so she can’t see the rings yet. “Good morning, itty bitty.”
Her eyes are heavy with sleep and satisfaction. “Good morning, big guy. I didn’t realize my alarm clock came with an orgasm.” She rolls her hips back and slides her pussy over my thick length. “I can see why you like it when I wake you up with your cock in my mouth.”
Speaking of the devil, he jumps to attention like a heat-seeking missile.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “Please don’t talk about my dick in your mouth.”
Talia giggles. “Sorry. What would you like to talk about instead?” She’s not sorry at all when she bites her lip and digs her nails into my chest.
Naughty minx.
I sit up and place her arms around my neck before gripping her ass in my hands. “Let’s go for a dip in the hot tub. ”
“The sun isn’t even up yet.” She plays with the back of my hair, oblivious to her new jewelry.
I shrug. “So? The water will be hot. We can skinny dip and watch the sunrise. What do you think?”
“Sounds pretty romantic, Mr. Miller.”
I squeeze her butt and wiggle my eyebrows at her. “What can I say? You bring it out in me.”
She chuckles and presses a kiss to my lips. “I’m game.”
“Hold on.”
Talia locks her ankles behind my back while I climb out of bed and carry her toward the patio.
I rented a private villa in one of the most luxurious hotels in Puerto Vallarta. It’s a far cry from the singles-inclusive hotel I used to visit with my brothers all those years ago. This place comes with a private pool with an attached hot tub, a bartender, a personal chef, and a butler. I may have gone a little overboard, but I don’t plan on us leaving the hotel room for the duration of our stay.
I have a lot of naked celebrating to do with my soon-to-be fiancée.
“Cam,” Talia gasps. “What did you do?”
The butler did an amazing job decorating the patio and pool area like I wanted. Candles and pink rose petals surround the pool and cover every surface of the secluded space. An ice bucket filled with champagne sits beside two glasses at the edge of the hot tub, along with a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries. Crystal cloches on the breakfast table cover plates of tamales and churros with chocolate dipping sauce, recreating the first meal we shared in Arizona.
I lick my suddenly dry lips. “Do you like it?”
My heart races. Not because I’m nervous about asking Talia to marry me—because she’s going to say yes—but because I want this moment to be perfect.
Unforgettable.
Her head swivels back and forth, taking in all the small touches. “Are you kidding? It’s beautiful. ”
“Not as beautiful as you.” I kiss her pink-tinged cheek. She still gets shy when I compliment her. Maybe if I tell her enough, she’ll start to believe me.
Talia is the most beautiful girl in the world, inside and out. She deserves the best, and I plan on showing her every day that I am worthy of her love.
“What a horrible line,” she sasses, just like she did the night we met. Her smile reaches her eyes as she pecks my lips. “I love it. It’s perfect.”
Fuck yeah. I do a mental chest thump like King Kong.
This place was worth every fucking penny.
The jets in the hot tub are already bubbling, like I requested, as I walk us into the steaming-hot water. With her in my lap, I sit us beside the champagne and reach for the bottle, twist off the foil cap, and crack it open.
Talia jumps at the pop and places her hands on her chest. She looks so fucking cute. I can’t believe she hasn’t discovered the rings on her finger already.
“What are we toasting to? Your birthday? Thirty-one is getting old.”
Such a fucking tease.
I fill up two glasses, ignoring her old comment. I’ll show her who’s old later. I’m only three and a half years older.
I hand her a glass. She reaches for it with her right hand, killing me in the process.
Geez, woman. Look at your fucking hand already.
“Fuck my birthday.” I lift my glass up, and she taps her glass to mine. “To us, baby. Always us.”
She blinds me with a wide smile that makes my heart pinch. “To us.” She takes a small sip and places her glass on the side of the hot tub.
I place mine beside hers.
Okay, now I’m freaking out. The plan was for her to see my surprise when she grabbed the glass, but she’s not getting it fast enough for me. I can’t take it anymore. I need her to see the damn rings.
Grabbing her left hand, I place it over her name and my heart. She loves staring at the ink on my chest. Back when she asked if I ever thought about getting more tattoos, I truly hadn’t. I had the one, and I felt like the bear held enough meaning that I didn’t need more.
When Eli came up with the tattoo idea, I thought he was crazy. Until the tattoo artist scratched the needle across my skin and permanently etched her name over my heart. Talia had already owned me. The ink just made it official.
Now, it’s my turn to do the same to her—make it official.
“I love you so fucking much, Talia. You own me, heart and soul.”
“I love you too, Cam. So much.” Her fingers trace over the black ink. She smiles at me as her eyes dip down to her name, and then back to my face. Then back to her hand on my chest.
Fucking finally!
My heart pounds beneath her palm as she realizes what’s on her left ring finger. Her eyes widen in shock, and her cute little mouth rounds into the perfect O.
“Are you for real, or am I dreaming?” She stares at her hand in shock.
“Definitely not a dream.” I bring her hand to my lips and kiss her fingers.
The water sloshes around us, and I move her onto my lap to straddle me. Tears coat her eyes as she stares at me in wonder.
“Baby, I know it seems fast, but the last nine months with you have been the greatest months of my life. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I didn’t know what true happiness was until you came sliding into my life. What do you say? Want to trade in months for forever and marry me?”
A tear slips out of the corner of her eye and rolls down her cheek to her plump lip. A slow smile spreads across her face as she nods. “ Hell yes, I want to marry you.” She throws her arms around my neck and smashes her mouth to mine in a fierce kiss.
The electric spark I felt the first night I kissed her explodes like a lightning bolt in my chest. A rush of raw energy courses through my veins, invigorating every cell in my body.
She said yes!
I thought I was happy before, but now? She’s going to be my wife. Mrs. Miller.
Fuck, that’s so hot.
I’m hard up and ready to take this celebration out of the hot tub. So is Talia as she slides her pussy over my cock and arches her chest into mine, rubbing her hard nipples into me. We are all tongue and teeth as we kiss and grope each other, desperate to get close to each other.
“Are we really getting married?” she asks.
Gripping her waist, I trail kisses up her neck. “Fuck yes.” I pull back and look into her eyes. “I can’t wait to call you my wife.”
“Oh, that sounds hot. Let me try.” Talia runs her hands through my hair. “My husband.”
My granite-hard cock loves the sound of her calling me husband and jerks between her legs, ready for launch.
“Oh, I think the big guy liked that.”
I growl at the way Talia tugs my hair back and licks my throat. She dips the hand wearing my ring into the water and grips my cock, stroking it.
“Fuck, Tals. I’m about two seconds from sliding home. Decide now. Are we fucking in the hot tub, or am I taking you inside?”
Her hand moves faster as she looks around the candle-lit patio. “I can’t decide. I want it all.”
“Then that’s what you’ll get.” I’m not taking any chances with her getting hurt, so in one quick movement, I shift us both out of the water and sit on the ledge of the hot tub. I lift her up by her ass and notch my cock at her entrance. “You know the saying: happy life, fuck your wife. ”
Talia throws her head back and laughs. “I’m pretty sure the saying is: happy wife, happy life.”
“Fucking my wife will make her happy for life.”
Her laugh turns to a moan as I slide her down my cock and sheath my thick shaft in her tight pussy to the hilt.
I hook my arms under Talia’s armpits and pull her down onto me, holding her still until she squirms. “Isn’t that right?”
“Yes. So happy,” she answers, grinding her clit at the base of my cock.
“So happy,” I repeat.
As the sun rises on a new day, I make love to my fiancée. And when she comes around me, I follow her into bliss.
Falling for Talia wasn’t in my game plan. I honestly never thought I could love someone as much as I love her, but I thank the universe every day for proving me wrong.
For being a tricky bastard and pushing us together.
For letting her see the real me.
For getting her to fall in love with me.
For giving us a lifetime of happiness together.
THE END