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Imogen smiled blissfully, her eyes shining with happiness. “I don’t know how it happened, but I think we both got our happily ever after, Dorothy.”
I nodded, my gaze drifting to the horizon where the sun dipped below the skyline, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold. “I think you just might be right, Imogen,” I murmured, a sense of contentment settling.
Imogen was totally right.
Rocco
I was lost in her, lost in the intoxicating sensation of being buried deep inside Dorothy. Her body molded perfectly to mine, her sweet warmth enveloping me in a blissful haze of pleasure. Each movement, each thrust, sent sparks flying between us, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing second.
Her moans of pleasure filled the room, mingling with my own grunts and groans as we moved together in perfect synchrony. I could feel her tightening around me, her walls pulsating with every thrust, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m gonna come, babe,” I grunted, the urgency in my voice matching the fervor of my movements. “I need you to get there.”
“Faster,” Dorothy pleaded, her voice thick with desire.
With a primal growl, I flipped her over onto her hands and knees, my hunger for her driving me onward. I pounded into her with unrestrained abandon, my hands gripping her hips as I drove deeper and deeper into her welcoming heat. Her back arched, and her body quivered as she reared back into me, meeting each thrust.
Dorothy came, her cries of ecstasy filled the room as her body trembled beneath mine. I followed right behind her.
We collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, our bodies still tingling from enjoying each other. Every time with Dorothy was better than the last, each moment more intense, more intimate than the one before.
I gathered her in my arms, her soft curves pressed against my still-hard dick, and pressed a tender kiss to her bare shoulder. The scent of her lingered in the air, mingling with the headiness of our lovemaking.
“I didn’t think they were ever going to leave,” Dorothy whispered, her voice soft and breathless.
I chuckled softly, the sound rumbled deep in my chest. “Me, too, babe. I like your friends, but I don’t think I can go that long without being inside of you.”
“You’re insatiable, Rocco,” she giggled, the sound like music to my ears. “It’s a good thing I feel the same way.”
She rolled onto her back, her eyes locked with mine, and I couldn’t help but notice the hint of sadness in her gaze.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my concern immediate.
She shook her head, unshed tears glistening in her eyes. “Nothing. Everything is absolutely perfect. I never thought I would find something like this. Part of me thought I would be the weird single mortician and funeral director for the rest of my life.”
I chuckled softly; my heart swelled with love for this incredible woman lying beside me. Leaning down, I pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “You just needed to wait for me, babe. We were both just waiting for each other.”
She nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, and I knew that she understood. Pulling the blanket over us, I held her close, reveling in the warmth of her body pressed against mine.
“Thank god the wait is over,” she laughed softly, her voice filled with relief. “I would have waited forever for you, but I’m damn happy you showed up when you did.”
Me, too.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Dorothy
“You guys better come back soon,” I called out.
Mitzy saluted, her voice carrying over the rumble of the engines. “Girl, you couldn’t keep us away if you wanted. Coming to Jackson is like a vacation without having to go very far. Though, next time, Mavis is coming with us. Two days without her is too much.”
I chuckled, watching as she settled onto the back of Monk’s motorcycle, the rest of the group following suit. They revved their engines and prepared to depart; a pang of sadness tugged at my heart. I was going to miss them, their laughter, and just all-around craziness.
At the same time, I was looking forward to life returning to normal—or rather, the new normal that included Rocco and Mace being around full-time. Rocco wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close as we watched the motorcycles roar past. Their engines filled the air with a deafening roar.
“Did you ever think you would have inherited a motorcycle club along with the funeral home when you came to Jackson?” I asked Rocco, raising my voice to be heard over the noise.
Rocco chuckled, his gaze lingering on the retreating pack of motorcycles. “No, but I’m glad I did. It certainly makes life interesting.”
