The Man with the Knot (Forbidden Fun #55)

Epilogue

Morgan

“N o, no!” I squeal, dashing around my boyfriend to grab the mischievous cat we adopted a few weeks ago before she can jump onto the table. “The bacon is for us!”

Brax chuckles as he flips eggs on the stove. “I’m telling you, babe, that cat is wicked. What cat even eats bacon? We should probably sage the house.”

I roll my eyes and giggle. “You say that every time Misty jumps on something,” I point out as I scoop the wild cat into my arms. “She’s just spirited.”

My sexy boyfriend cocks an eyebrow but doesn’t respond. Meanwhile, I drop the sneaky animal into our bedroom and close the door so she can’t cause any more trouble. I take a minute to watch Brax without him noticing, enjoying how at ease he is while making our breakfast.

My sexy man is shirtless and wearing low-slung pajama bottoms. Brax is pretty much always shirtless in the house, and I don’t mind one bit. His chest is bare and bronzed, his pecs like heavy slabs of marble. His abs ripple even as he brandishes a spatula, and I can’t get enough. I want to say I’ve grown accustomed to his incredible body, but that would be a lie because I honestly can’t get enough of his physique. Subconsciously, I bite my bottom lip.

Brax senses me looking at him and turns around, his eyebrow raised.

“What’s that look?” he asks, smirking.

I purse my lips at him and saunter toward the kitchen. “Oh, you know, just thinking about how hot you are. How much I like looking at your body. How much I like running my fingers over those abs.”

Brax pushes the pan of eggs off the hot burner. “Hmmm, is that so?” he growls, a low rumble in his throat. His expression shifts—half-man, half-beast, suddenly on the hunt.

“No!” I squeak and dash out of the way just as he reaches for me.

“I’m much faster than you,” Brax snarls, chasing me around our apartment. “You’ve let out the monster and I must have what I want.”

I giggle as I dart around the coffee table. “Truce, truce!”

“There are no truces. I must have you!” Brax lunges at me before I can move. He pulls me up into his arms, my feet dangling in the air. His eyes flash dangerously. “Come on, reward me for capturing you.”

I plant a chaste kiss on his lips. “That’s your reward. Now, unhand me, you wild animal.”

“Not good enough.” Brax, still holding me tightly, dips me to one side and kisses me deeply, his body pressing into mine as if I’m a rock and he’s the sea. The kiss is fire, every inch of me igniting with need.

Too soon, he sets me back on my feet.

“Now that is a proper reward.” He smacks my ass playfully. “Get the plates before that damn cat goes after the eggs.”

“I already put Misty in the bedroom,” I remind him sassily as I sashay back to the kitchen, Brax trailing after me. Before I make it two feet though, he grabs me hips and pulls my butt against his hard dick.

“Why, is that a banana in your pocket, sir?” I giggle, rubbing my backside against him.

Brax nips at my ear. “I know I just had my way with you less than an hour ago, but what do you say we go for round two? I don’t think your ass is sore enough.”

His hands slide up my body and cup my breasts. I begin to pant heavily, completely aroused by his touch and ready to lose control once more.

“Nah, I don’t think you want it enough,” Brax teases me, pulling at my nipples.

“Hmm, how should I prove that I do?” I purr in an innocent voice, still arching into him.

He inhales sharply. “How about you let me bend you over the table,” he whispers. “Slip into you from behind…” But at that moment, my stomach growls so loud that it sounds like an earthquake. My boyfriend snorts before sighing. “Alright, alright, I’ll let you eat first, but only so you have enough energy to take me afterward.” He pulls my hair back, tilting my head so that I’m facing him.

He kisses me gently. “I love you, Morgs.”

I return his kiss and smile widely, stroking his hair. “I love you too, Brax.”

He gives me a small squeeze and then lets me go. I head to the table to pour the orange juice as Brax grabs the eggs off the stove.

We both sit down and settle into a Sunday routine that has become familiar and perfect. Sometimes it feels as if we’ve been married twenty years, instead of co-habiting for two months.

“So, do you have the Sunday scaries?” I ask Brax as I scoop bacon onto each of our plates.

He chuckles. “Ugh, people are ridiculous with all of these weird phrases.” He shakes his head. “But no, never, because I like going into work with you.”

I laugh. “Yeah, I like it, too. Especially since we finally went public with the fact that we’re together. We are way too flirty all the time—someone was bound to catch on sooner or later.”

Brax nods before smirking again. “What can I say? You just can’t keep your hands off of me.”

“Well…” I jump up without warning and climb into Brax’s lap. He howls and tosses the spoon he was holding back into the egg bowl.

“You better watch it, Morgan,” he whispers, “or I’m going to plant my seed in you, right here, right now.”

“Hmmm,” I purr, rubbing my womanhood against his rising cock. “Is that a promise?”

Brax grabs my hips and holds me against him. “Fuel up, now.” But he doesn’t let me go immediately. Instead, he rubs his face against my low-cut tank top, trying to free my boobs. The stubble is a pleasant burn and I grab his face to make him stop. “Now who wants round two?”

“Sassy. Off. Eat.”

I sidle out of my boyfriend’s lap, dragging my hands down his body until I can’t reach him anymore from my own chair. Then, I settle back and dig into my breakfast with relish. After all, life is perfect these days with its lazy breakfasts, playful banter, and as much adventure as we can squeeze in-between.

I thought it would be hard to trust Brax when he first showed up in New York, but instead, everything feels right.

No, better than right.

Like a fairytale.

We decided after only one week of Brax being in the city that we wanted to move in together. He’d been staying in a hotel, but “staying” is a misnomer because we fell into my bed immediately. We couldn’t get enough of each other, and that man barely left my bedroom for his first seven days in New York. So it made sense for him to move in, and slowly, we’re making a home of it, filling the apartment with pieces of life from before and the life that we’re building together.

It took almost no time to find our rhythm, each of us eager to know as much about the other so that we could do everything in our power to make this unexpected relationship work. I’ll admit that I was nervous that the city would wear on Brax because Manhattan isn’t for everyone. But instead, he’s embraced its vibrancy. Some weekends, when he needs nature, we escape to Long Island, or Westchester, or even New Jersey. Our short excursions help keep us both centered.

“What are you smiling about?” Brax asks, reaching across the table to hold my hand, his other one shoveling food into his mouth.

“I was thinking about our trip to Mirago in a couple of months,” I tell him. “And if you’re going to invite me back to a council meeting.”

Brax scowls. “No way in hell. My knot is the only one you need to know anything about. I’m not letting those assholes near you.”

I giggle. Among the many adventures Brax and I have enjoyed together are ones that are intensely sexual in nature. Through pure determination and a lot of practice— a lot of practice— I can take my well-endowed man with much more ease than I could during those first few romps. I still get sore from his bulge, but I like the feeling.

I bite my bottom lip and look up at him through my lashes. “Maybe if you take me to a council meeting, we can go find our beach again and I’ll make you come all kinds of ways.”

Brax nearly spits out his juice. I flutter my eyelashes, the picture of innocence.

“Temptress,” he growls. His eyes flash with desire. “Eat before I smack your bottom until it’s red.”

Dutifully, I scoop some egg onto my fork and shove it in my mouth and then smile again. “Any updates on the aquatic project on the Brooklyn riverfront?”

Brax nods. “Yeah, we should get a visit in, maybe next week or the one after. You can tag along if it works for your schedule. I just want to get the trip in before Trek gets here.”

I almost drop my fork. “Wait, what? Trek’s coming to NYC?”

Brax shrugs. “Yeah. I think next month.”

I shake my head. “This is crazy. When did you find out? Why is he coming?” I demand. “I thought you guys hated leaving the island.”

Brax shrugs. “We do, but we wander from Mirago sometimes. We’re not total recluses.”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun to watch him try to navigate the subway,” I say in a wry tone. “Good luck with that.”

Brax grins.

“Is it bad if I deliberately let him get lost and end up out in Queens somewhere?”

I roll my eyes. “You are ridiculous.”

Brax chuckles. “Fine, I’ll be a gracious host. Although I’m not sure how much we’ll end up seeing of him because according to his message, he’s here for business.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Business? But what business?”

Brax hesitates for a moment.

“Remember the women living on the island with us? The girls at the council meeting?”

I fix him a look.

“You mean the naked girls who were serving food. Among other things.”

My boyfriend has the grace to blush.

“Yeah, them. Well, I think Trek is looking to recruit,” he says in a light tone. “We probably need fresh blood and it’s part of his job to do procurement.”

I stare.

“ Procurement ? Are you serious?”

Brax merely shrugs.

“Yeah. The guys like to have new girls on the island, so Trek is here to find them.”

“You make it sound so business-like,” I say with an arched brow.

He shrugs.

“Recruitment is just a fact of life. Mirago is a place where men enjoy themselves, and we need women to take our knots. We need girls to sit down hard on them, and that means we need fresh supply.”

“ Fresh supply ?” I ask, staring now. “Somehow, your verbiage is very questionable.”

Brax grins, flashing even white teeth.

“Our methods may be unconventional, but they work. Again, sweetheart, all of the women at Mirago are there because they want to be. No one forces them, and they enjoy their time fulfilling our needs. They’re paid a lot too, Morgs. I shouldn’t divulge this, but my brothers and I are wealthy. Like over-the-top rich, with money spouting from our ears. The rent from the resort is mind-boggling, and actually, we only work as a hobby because we don’t need the money.”

I stare.

“Are you serious?”

My handsome boyfriend merely shrugs again.

“Mirago is paradise. No one needs to work in paradise if they don’t want.”

I gasp because once again, I’ve been surprised by these revelations about the island. I understand that Brax comes from a community of men with a particular lifestyle, but I had no idea that they were loaded too. My mind is buzzing and I shake my head.

“Wow,” I whisper. “Who would have guessed?”

“But enough about that,” Brax growls, pulling me into his lap once more. “Trek’s going to do what he’s going to do. There will be debauchery and questionable activities, but that’s him. He’s been recruiting for years, so he knows the ropes. Now, I want to focus on you, Morgs. Are you done with breakfast?” he asks, squeezing my middle.

I giggle.

“Well, I think I’m done now,” I say. “Why, are you done?”

Brax stands, lifting me in his arms.

“I’m absolutely done,” he growls, striding with me to the bedroom. And as I giggle and squeal, I know beyond a doubt that my life— our life— is only just beginning. This man is my everything, and we’re together at last, building a life that I never thought I’d have.

After all, Mirago has more surprises coming … and the next one belongs to Trek.

THE END