EPILOGUE
Jon
I grinned as I snapped a few more pictures of Naomi on the side of the road, not even caring that she was puking up her guts. After she had gone dark for weeks, I had finally found her.
And fuck! She looked better than I ever remembered.
An older man climbed out of the driver’s side and walked around the car, handing her a bottle of water and saying a few words to her before making his way back. How long had I camped out at the bottom of the hill, waiting for the moment that she would leave the mansion so that I might get a glimpse of her?
Hell, I had spent more time than I planned on. Everything had been put on halt as I waited for her to make an appearance again.
Her trip to Russia had been unexpected, and I hadn’t been able to work it out so that I could follow her in person.
But no matter.
Seeing Naomi wasn’t the only thing I had witnessed today. I thought about the photos I had snapped of what had happened on the docks and knew those for what they were worth.
A fucking goldmine.
Naomi was going to bring me more than just herself, it seemed, and it couldn’t have worked out any better for me or for her.
She just didn’t know how well yet, but she would.
I watched her wipe her mouth, and I licked my lips as she took a sip of the water. When was the last time I had touched her?
When was the last time I had kissed her mouth, caressed her skin?
It had been a hell of a long time, actually, and now that she was so close, I wanted to climb out of my car and take her with me.
She would be surprised to see me, I was sure of that. But in time, she would get used to being around me again. I was better than the asshole that was in the mansion, that was for sure. I would worship the ground at her feet. Treat her like the queen she was.
He didn’t know Naomi like I did. He didn’t know what she liked, what she wanted. We had been separated for so long, but I’d never forgotten a damn thing about her.
Not.
A.
Thing.
But I needed to bide my time and make sure I did this fucking right this time. I had plans, plans that were going to fall right into place as long as I didn’t fuck things up.
I had nearly lost her once. I wasn’t going to do so again.
The breeze caught her hair and I reached for my cock, already out the moment I knew I was going to get a glimpse of her today.
She looked fucking amazing.
Naomi started back to the car, and I slid my hand over my cock roughly, feeling the need for release building in my groin. No one was like her. No one had ever come close to what she had done to me, what she made me feel.
No matter what I tried to do, how many times I had tried to replace her, she was like a drug. Anything else would always leave me disappointed and wholly unsatisfied.
I pumped myself faster as Naomi climbed into the car. I closed my eyes as it drove away.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my pulse racing as I gripped myself harder. She was right there, so close I could smell her.
So, I did what I always had done. I tilted my head back and pictured Naomi as I remembered her, those plump, pouty lips and big eyes staring up at me. And suddenly we were nineteen again in college. She was on her knees in front of me, her soft, silky lips wrapped around my cock.
“Oh fuck!” I strained as I felt my release explode over my fingers. The entire front of my jeans was now wet and sticky with my semen.
I found a dirty shirt on the floorboard of my car and snatched it up, cleaning my hand off the best I could before tucking myself back into my pants and pulling out onto the road. All my planning, all my decisions were coming down to the wire now, and soon I was going to have everything I ever wanted.
What Naomi had given me today was a way to have her, a way to achieve what I had wanted for years.
A grin crossed my face and I rolled down the window, turning up the radio.
What a great fucking day to be alive.
END OF BOOK 1