“Oh, fuck, I’m so close,” Nick said, which naturally pushed me closer to my second orgasm.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I got out in a fit of pleasured cries.
My orgasm washed over me, causing my body to convulse and quiver with pleasure, just moments before Nick came. The feeling of his warmth shooting deeper into me, and his cock quivering, were like the perfect combination. I had never had a moment of such bliss and of such pleasure before; nothing could match this moment. It was the utopia of my life, the euphoric moment that defined our relationship.
And though we did eventually come down and finish, panting, just because the moment had passed didn’t mean either of us would forget this anytime soon. It was just one of those moments that, the instant it happened, I knew would remain forever ingrained in my mind. It would lodge itself there, be an accessible memory I could reflect on whenever I was feeling down. It was the perfect memory from the perfect man.
Nick, exhausted and finished, pulled out with a groan. He leaned forward and kissed me gently. I cupped his face tenderly.
“Nick,” I said. “Right before this started. This naked fun started. You said you would always something. What do you always?”
He gave a short laugh. I already knew. I just wanted the spine-tingling sensation that came from hearing it said out loud.
“Maybe it’s crazy to say, but I love you.”
Yes. That’s it.
“It’s not crazy, Nick,” I said. “No one has ever treated me like you have. No one has ever cared for me like you have. It’s not crazy. Because I love you too.”
He wrapped his other arm around me and pulled me in for another kiss. This kiss was not as expressive, but it was one of the longest-lasting ones I’d ever had.
Just as, I suspected, our love would be—the longest-lasting I’d ever have.
Forever.
Epilogue
Three Months Later
It was a rare day off for me during the baseball season, but it was one that I was destined not to waste.
With it being a beautiful, warm summer day in the Bay Area, I had Izzy by my side, with Ryan in her arms. We stood on the bow of the family yacht, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I had my arm around her, and she around me. Behind us, the Ferrari family shared drinks, laughs, and the occasional gentle look out into the ocean.
Not everyone in my family had quite come around to the idea of me dating a single mother. My grandmother still occasionally remarked that it would be better if I had children of my own, but my grandfather had started to shush her. My father had not yet completely let go of the “order” I had made, but we were now able to carry on conversations that did not revolve around that particular point.
But for the most part, Izzy and I felt completely at ease around each other and bringing Ryan around. Ryan even started saying “Aunt Layla,” which delighted my sister. Brett was not so lucky. Leo, sadly but predictably, wasn’t around enough to get a nickname.
“Yo, All-Star.”
Speaking of the unlucky.
“Get your ass up here for a sec?”
I turned to Izzy.
“You’ll be fine here for a bit, won’t ya?”
“Let me think,” she said with a smirk. “I’ve got my kid. I’ve got my drink. And I’ve got my love. Yeah, I think I’ll be fine.”
“OK, let me go see what player up there wants, I’ll be back, love you,” I said with a kiss.
“Love you too.”
I bounded up the stairs of the yacht to see Brett having a drink, overlooking all of the Ferrari family.
“I’m glad you could stop making out for five seconds to come and talk.”
“Oh, shut it; don’t be jealous just because the guy who least needs the inheritance is also the first to find true love.”
I expected Brett to come back with some sort of taunt, but to my surprise, Brett actually sighed, almost sounding defeated, like he had hit a wall with this issue.
“You know, truth be told, after your little fiasco with Dad, I half-expected you to be written out of the will,” he said.
“The rumors of my demise were that exaggerated, huh?”
“Wouldn’t call it exaggerated.”
Shit, it’s like I learn every day just how dark and bad this family’s past was.
“But in any case, one thing it did result in was the grandparents and parents harping on us single kids to start finding a serious partner. And goddamnit, Nick, I am so fucking over it that I feel like I’m about to go back under it. Or something.”
“How so?”
Brett took a long gulp of his drink.
“Well, let’s talk real for a second,” he said. “You have the fame, but I have the looks, which means I get the best of both worlds. I get to fuck whoever I want, how often I want, and I don’t have to deal with TMZ following me around. But, on the other hand, let’s not pretend that this family inheritance isn’t a shitload of money. I may be greedy for saying this, but I’m not going to pass up a chance to get in on that. And with all respect, I am not gonna be a gold-digger to you.”
“Hah, well, I’m happy to help, but yes, Izzy can be the only person who digs for my gold.”
Brett
