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EPILOGUE 2
TWO MONTHS LATER
Another party. But this time, it wasn’t Cassius’ idea. This was all the idea of the Alstone Holdings board. A double celebration for the newly reopened AH offices, rebuilt in record time—the benefits of owning our own construction businesses—and for Alstone Holdings’ partnership with TL Properties. Arlo Cavendish had appointed Grant Wilson, one of his most trusted colleagues, as the interim manager, and I was so fucking happy for Fallon that she had this company to run when she was finished with her business qualifications. She deserved the world.
When I pulled up outside the large Georgian manor house where Arlo lived, gravel spraying under my bike’s wheels, I whistled under my breath. Caiden’s dad had spared no expense. Fairy lights were fucking everywhere, making the house stand out like a beacon on the headland. The sounds of a string quartet or some orchestral shit drifted out from the open door, and there was even a red carpet running down the stone steps, with a uniformed butler at the top, greeting people as they entered.
Welcome to the Alstone elite.
I patted my pocket, feeling the reassuring combined weight of my knife and the small tin that held an emergency blunt. I might be wrapped in a tailored designer suit, but underneath, I was still me.
From behind me, car doors slammed, and then there was the crunch of shoes on gravel. Caiden, Cassius, and Weston came to stand beside me. Caiden glanced between us all and then faced the house. “Ready?”
As one, we moved towards the door, and when we were inside, we headed for the staircase to wait for our girls, who were getting ready upstairs.
“We look hot as fuck. C’mon, selfie for my social media. Let’s make everyone jealous.” Cassius held out his phone, slinging his arm around West’s shoulders. Cade yanked me in closer, and Cass snapped a photo of the four of us.
He was right. We did look hot as fuck—freshly shaved, hair styled, all of us in black-on-black suits.
“This is gonna get me so many likes.” Grinning down at his phone, Cassius tapped quickly at the screen. “I’ve tagged you all in—”
West’s elbow to his side cut him off, and his gaze flew up, his sharp intake of breath echoed by the rest of us.
Our four girls stood poised at the top of the stairs. Each of them had on a variation of a short black dress and towering heels, but I’d have been hard-pressed to give any details of what Winter, Lena, or Jessa were wearing if anyone had asked me. I only had eyes for Fallon, who looked so. Fucking. Sexy.
Her body was clad in a tight black dress that was so short it made her legs look a million miles long. It was strapless, the neckline dipping down to give a mouthwatering view of the swell of her tits, and on her feet were spiked black heels. Her hair hung down her back in soft platinum waves, and her eyes were huge, ringed in smudged black that gave her a heavy-lidded, sultry look. In short, her entire look was a giant fuck-you to her parents, who would have never let her get away with wearing anything that came above the knee or even showed a hint of cleavage. When she saw the way I was openly eye-fucking her, a flush stole over her high cheekbones, and her soft lips curved into a pleased smile.
The girls descended the stairs, arm in arm, splitting off when they reached the bottom. I tugged Fallon into me, lowering my head to her ear with a groan as I pressed my erection into her thigh.
“You look so good, baby. Feel that? You made me so fucking hard.”
A breathy laugh fell from her throat. “Have you seen yourself? All I can think about is stripping you out of this sexy suit and riding you until you come inside me.”
Fuuuuck.
“Yeah. We’re doing that. Now.”
Without waiting for a reply, I dragged her away from the others, down the corridor, past the roped-off section that marked the following area as out of bounds. Throwing open the door of the small bathroom to our right, I tugged her inside, slamming the door behind us.
“Zayde. I need you now.” Her body pressed into mine, her lips kissing across my jaw as her hand went down to palm my erection. “I’m so ready. The second I saw you in this suit, knowing what’s underneath—”
I cut her off by slanting my mouth over hers, scooping her up and lifting her onto the counter.
“Fuck, look at you,” I groaned, tearing my mouth away and shoving up her dress to expose the tiny triangle of silk beneath. Slipping my fingers beneath the band, I tugged lightly. “How attached to these are you?”
Her pupils were blown, her fists clutching my suit jacket as she panted against me. “Not…very. Why?”
In answer, I tugged my knife from my pocket, flicked open the blade, and sliced her underwear right off her.
She moaned so fucking loudly, her head falling back against the mirror. “Please, Z. I need you. Now.Please.”
Who was I to argue with my girl when she was begging for me so sweetly?
It took me seconds to open my trousers, freeing my hard dick. Dragging her to the edge of the counter, I lined myself up and then thrust inside her.
Fucking. Heaven.
Our fucking was hard and fast and frantic, my hands and mouth all over her, marking her throat with my lips and teeth, palming her gorgeous tits while she wrapped her legs around me, her heels digging into my ass, her fingers gripping my hair, then scraping down my back until she was shaking against me, falling apart on my cock.
