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I nod and hug them both again, still unable to believe that they came. They’ve always supported me, of course, but they weren’t super thrilled that I took this job. Since the kidnapping, though, we’ve gotten closer than ever. My dad has even invited Bones to this Sunday’s dinner. He’s totally freaking out about it.
I look around and realize Bones and I are alone for the first time tonight. I lean up to kiss him deeply, relaxing into his body in a way I haven’t been able to all night. He puts his arms around my waist and brings me closer to him. I can feel his heart pounding in his chest.
“Did I tell you they gave me my own dressing room?” I ask, grinning wickedly.
“So what the hell are we doing out here?” he breathes, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the backstage area. I guide him to the dressing room and shut the door, locking it behind me.
We’ve taken things slow for the last month, but I’m done going slow. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his head to me, slipping my tongue into his mouth as he pushes me against the door. He bends down, his hands moving to the edge of my skirt to lift it up. I gasp at his touch as he brushes against my sensitive skin.
He presses himself against me and I feel his hardness through his jeans. He needs this as much as I do, maybe even more. I reach down to slip off my underwear, awkwardly stepping out of them, my legs brushing against his. His hands go to his belt as he quickly unbuckles it and then releases himself.
He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a little silver packet. I take it from him and rip it with my teeth, quickly slipping the rubber over his throbbing cock. He groans quietly into my ear, moving his hands down to my ass and squeezing it. I position him at my entrance, and he gently pushes inside of me, taking his time.
I feel every glorious inch of him, my body stretching to accommodate his girth. I capture his lips with mine, nibbling on his bottom lip as he pulls me up by my ass, causing the most delicious sensations in my core. I feel every inch of him inside of me and it makes me breathless.
“Fuck me against this door,” I moan, tired of taking it slow. “We have to be quiet, but I need you, baby.”
He groans at my words, thrusting his hips wildly against mine. I hold back my squeals, unsure who might still be around. Instead, I show him how good it feels by digging my fingers into his back, pushing myself against him as forcefully as I can. My head tilts back as I try my hardest not to scream out.
We’re both panting and sweating as we race to the finish line. I kiss him hard again as a wave of pressure builds in my stomach. I’m so close, just on the brink of unfettered bliss. He gently slips his tongue into my mouth, and I feel dizzy by the thought that I’m completely filled by him. I’m consumed with him. He starts to tremble, and I know he’s coming undone. His fingers move to my center, bringing me over the edge with him.
I’m wrecked by my pleasure, my whole body reacting to his touch. I feel it in my core, in my toes, in the arch of my back. We could do this a million times and I’ll never get tired of the feeling of him inside of me.
“We should probably go,” I murmur against his lips. “I don’t want to get locked in here tonight.”
“I do.” He chuckles, pulling out of me carefully and adjusting his pants.
“Come home with me,” I suggest, straightening my clothes. “I could do that all night.”
“Be careful what you ask,” he growls into my ear, pressing me back against the door. “You’ll have a hard time getting rid of me.”
“Good,” I whisper, pressing into him for another longing kiss.
EPILOGUE
Three Months Later
The collar of my shirt digs into my neck, and I pull at it for the thousandth time tonight. I will never get used to wearing a suit, but I’ll wear one every day if it means I don’t have to wear a tuxedo. Unfortunately for me, that’s exactly what I’ve been forced into tonight for the festivities. Pocus and Seer had to help me with all the pieces, and the final result made me look like a butler from a monster movie. The things I do for Melissa.
She, on the other hand, is absolutely stunning in her tight black dress. It hugs all of her curves and shows off a modest amount of cleavage that I can’t stop staring at. I keep having to force myself to look away, knowing that her dad is somewhere in the room glaring at me. She wears a pair of tall heels because her dress is slightly too long for her, and I love having her closer to my height. It’s intoxicating to be around her.
Mayor Prudent was inaugurated this morning for his second term. We sat behind him on the podium as he gave an inspiring speech, promising to bring New Orleans together in his last four years. He really is a decent guy, even if he does hate me. He’s been surprisingly tolerable of me, though I imagine that has everything to do with Melissa. There’s nothing he won’t do for her.
In the end, Mayor Prudent won in a landslide victory. His closest opponent didn’t even come close and the kidnapping really did win him a lot of support and favor from the public. He was apparently struggling with the young parent demographic before the kidnapping, but once they saw how much he was willing to sacrifice for Melissa, they overwhelmingly voted for him. He gave a rousing press conference after Davis was caught to condemn the man’s actions and to reaffirm his stance against crime in the city. Apart from one organization, of course.
Since she was dragged into the public eye after the kidnapping, Melissa decided to roll with it and support her father publicly. We’ve attended every parade, every debate, every fundraiser in the last four months. Every time, she told me I didn’t have to come with her, but there was no way I was going to leave her on her own. Even with her dad’s security team, I worry about her when she’s out of my sight. With Davis in jail, no one’s tried to harm her, but I’m always ready to pounce on any man who looks at her the wrong way.
Tonight, no one can keep their eyes off of her, and I can’t even be mad about it. She’s radiant under the lights of the ballroom, and a natural charmer to everyone she meets. I can’t believe she shied away from this life before. It’s like it was meant for her. I, on the other hand, feel awkward and out of place. She doesn’t leave me alone, though. She introduces me around and never lets go of my hand. When we’re seated at tables with high-ranking officials, she keeps her hand on my knee, squeezing gently when she wants me to know she loves me, that she needs me here.
When I officially met her parents at dinner a few months ago, she wasn’t shy about touching me in front of her parents. I knew in some way that it was an act of defiance for her. Mayor Prudent isn’t my biggest fan, after all. Despite rescuing her, he doesn’t think I’m good enough for her. I can’t be too mad, of course, I know I’m not any parent’s dream. Six months prior, that hadn’t concerned me.
That night, I’d been so nervous I could barely eat. Her mom kept asking me if I was okay, if she could make me something else, if I didn’t like what she’d made. Compared to the mayor, she was incredibly kind and welcoming. We’re around her the most at all these events since Gerald is usually giving a speech. She’s been unwavering in her support of us since the beginning, making me feel like a son. That was a benefit I’d never expected, and it definitely counterbalances Gerald’s quiet disapproval.
Now, they’re twirling around the dance floor to some old song as they celebrate his victory. Melissa definitely got her grace from her mother. The mayor is like a drunken elephant, but no one cares. His dance skills are not paramount to his ability to lead the city. They’re staring at each other with so much love, and I realize how much I want to be like them when I’m older.
Before Pocus met Abigail, I’d never seen a healthy relationship, and they were too annoying for me to ever consider wanting it. When all my friends started dropping like flies to love, it felt like a curse. All I could see was how much their relationships were affecting me, and the influx of estrogen in our group was alarming. But as I watch the Prudents, I finally understand what my friends have been yammering on about. There’s something nice about knowing you’ll have someone support you in your old age. Someone to dance with you when you look like a complete ass.
The music changes and Melissa grabs my hand, pulling me toward the dance floor. I didn’t want to look like an ass quite this early, but there’s nothing I’d refuse her. Especially not this. It’s her night as much as it is his, and she’s a knockout. Any man would be lucky to breathe the same air as her, and she chose me. It’s more than I’ve ever imagined.
