by Jacie Lennon
“Thanks for the loan, man.” He buttons his shirt back up.
“Glad you took my advice and used it.”
“Me too.”
Brock pulls up and honks, and then we are saying good-bye. Corbin and Brock hug me and offer their congratulations. Before I know it, Bodhi has slipped into the driver’s seat, and I’m trying to pry him out of it, saying I’ll drive.
“You aren’t going to lift a finger,” he says, pushing me out of the doorway and shutting it before locking the doors.
He grins at me from behind the window, and I huff and then make my way back over to the passenger side. I wait for him to unlock the doors again before climbing in.
With one last wave, he pulls away, and we are driving to the airstrip.
After a few minutes spent in silence, he looks at me. “What are you thinking?” he asks.
I glance around before looking at him. “I’m thinking that I’m glad I never rode with you back then. You are a horrid driver.”
He stares at me for a moment, his eyes narrowing before his mouth twitches, a burst of laughter escaping.
He reaches to push a lock of hair behind my ear and then jerks the steering wheel to right us again.
I cock an eyebrow to say, See, told you, and then we both dissolve into laughter.
“Where are we honeymooning, Mr. Montgomery?” I ask, placing my chin in my hand on the console between us and smiling.
“How does croissants by the Seine sound, Mrs. Montgomery?” he asks, and I purse my lips, as if thinking.
“Sounds like a wish come true.” I grip the oh shit handle as Bodhi makes a turn, and I think my heart might burst from happiness.
My own happily ever after. Bo and Trix. Forever.
Epilogue
Trixie
I stand and make my way to the window, pushing it open and watching the gauzy curtain blow in the slight breeze.
“Trix? Come back to bed,” Bodhi says.
I turn, grinning at him over my shoulder. He smirks back, his eyes tracing the curve of my bare shoulder, where the blanket I’m wrapped in has slipped.
“I wanted to see the view during the daytime,” I say.
“You have two weeks to do that. I want to see you lying right here,” he says, patting the bed beside him.
I bounce back onto the bed, snuggling into his side.
“Lose the blanket, Trix.” His voice gets gruffer.
“But I’m naked,” I say with a little pout, and he rises on his knees, jerking the edge of the blanket and pulling it off of me. “Now, I’m cold.”
“I’ll warm you up,” he replies, dragging one hand down my arm and letting it settle in the curve of my waist. His other hand circles my nipple, and we both watch it peak under his touch.
“You’re insatiable,” I say as he trails one finger over my breast and along my stomach.
“Ravenous,” he agrees. “You’re a dream.”
“I feel like this is a fairy tale.” I stretch a little, giving him more access to my skin, and he rakes one fingertip over my clit before dipping inside me.
“Does that make me your prince?” he asks, eyes meeting mine, and I bite my lip.
“You did rescue the damsel in distress,” I point out.
“So, I’m a knight in shining bulletproof vest?” He snickers.
“You are mine,” I say, moaning a little under his touch as he leisurely fucks me with his finger.
“I’d rather be that than anything,” he agrees.
I peek one eye open. “More than a king?”
He snorts. “Those were childish games,” he says, shaking his head, bending to kiss one inner thigh.
I twine my fingers into his hair, pulling lightly as he continues to kiss and lick a trail up my leg.
Then, he pulls his finger out, licking it instead. “The way you taste is what I worship now.”
Then, his tongue lands on me, his hands holding me open to him, and I shiver at the sensations assaulting my body.
It’s our honeymoon, two whole weeks to devour each other in all the ways we missed out on, and I can’t get enough.
I groan as he flattens his tongue on my clit and then licks fast with the tip, setting my nerve endings on fire with the change in pace.
“Shit, yes. Right there,” I say as he continues the combo. A slow, hard lick and then a quick one following, making my body jump.
He reaches one hand up, pressing down on my belly to keep me in place. The other hand comes down, another finger inside me again with each flick of his tongue. I love his mouth on me.
He stops suddenly, and I whine.
“Don’t stop,” I moan, and he chuckles before diving back in. “Damn tease.”
“Hey,” he says, rising to look at me, and I push his head back down.
“Less talking, more licking. I bet you can’t make me come in the next sixty seconds.”
His eyes catch mine, and he gives me a devious grin. “I can do it in thirty.”
“Prove it.”
“I know what you are doing,” he says, one eyebrow cocked.
I shake my head. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“I’m onto your games, Northcutt.”
“You mean, Montgomery,” I say, and he shakes his head.
“It’s not as threatening to use my own last name,” he says, and before I can answer, he dives back down.
I clench, and he’s right. I’m coming within thirty seconds, his name silent on my lips.
“I bet you are feeling pretty good about yourself,” I say as he rises up, swiping the back of his hand across his mouth, the side of his lips twitching in an effort not to smile.
“Well, I’m not feeling bad,” he says, and I laugh.
“Shut up and fuck me,” I say, and he gets to work, flipping me over, pulling my hips up, and driving into me.
“God, watching your ass jiggle as I fuck you is one of my favorite sights.”
“Feeling your cock ring inside me is one of my favorite things,” I say back, and he grunts.
“What was that?” he asks, and I grin.
“I’m not repeating all my dirty talk.”
He drives into me harder. “But it turns me on.”
He bends over me, his teeth lightly sinking into my shoulder as he bites me, one hand rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I arch and he slows his pace, breathing heavy with each stroke out and in. I wrap one arm back, my hand grasping the back of his neck as we rise together. He snakes his hand down my belly and circles his index finger around my sensitive nub as I close my eyes and lay my head back against his shoulder.
“Told you it would feel good,” he murmurs.
“Mmm. You were right. Lie back. I want on top,” I say.
He stops, spinning around me in some voodoo magic, and he’s suddenly lying, sprawled out on the bed, grinning up at me.
“Climb on, fair lady. Your steed awaits.” His arms are behind his head, the picture of ease as he watches me.
“My steed, huh?” I ask as I place my knees on either side of his torso, and then I rise up and position him at my entrance.
“Ready to be ridden hard,” he confirms.
I slam down on him, and he lets out a long groan. I lean back to put my hands on his shins as I work my hips back and forth. He watches me, one hand finding its way to my breast.
“God, how did I get so lucky?” His eyes shine with the happiness I know is echoed in my own gaze.
“I’m the lucky one,” I say, my breath coming in spurts as I work him over.
His eyes roll back for a split second, and then he’s gripping my hips, pistoning up into me. “You drive me crazy.”
I laugh as a breeze caresses me through the open window.
“Shit, I forgot it was open,” I say, glancing toward our balcony.
“I didn’t. I want everyone to hear you scream my name,” Bodhi says.
I roll my eyes. “You are such a guy.”
“Last time I
checked,” he says, glancing to where we are connected. “And I think you are pretty damn happy about that.”
He finds my clit, rubbing again as I continue to move on top of him. He sits up, wrapping his arms around me, his lips sucking lightly on my collarbone. My breasts brush his torso with each rise and fall, my nipples tingling from the friction. It sends a new wave of pleasure through me, and my head falls back. Bodhi’s hand wraps around my neck, slightly squeezing, and then a little more force follows as my head swims with the sensations.
He holds it until my eyes close, and then he releases. I come with a cry, his name on my lips as the adrenaline and air rush back into me. A moment later, Bodhi follows with his own release. His forehead rests against my breastbone as we breathe in tandem.
I thread my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck while his hands clench my back, holding me to his heaving chest. I wish I could stay in this moment forever.
“We didn’t use a condom,” Bodhi murmurs against my skin, and I lightly rake the tips of my fingers over his back.
“I’m on the pill.”
“Good,” he says, nipping at my skin before pulling back and smiling up at me. “God, I love you.”
“I love you,” I say, bending to rub our noses together.
I push up, getting off his lap, cringing at the wet feeling between my legs. I rush to the bathroom and grab a towel, quickly cleaning up before throwing him one. He leisurely cleans himself while I wrap the sheet around me and walk back over to the window.
I watch people stroll below us, the chatter of birds above us. The day is bright and cheerful and exactly what I need.
“I think I want to do architecture,” he says, and I turn to look at him.
“Architecture?”
“Yeah, I was talking to Dad about my future, and it seems like something I’d like to do—design buildings.” He stands from the bed and walks to me, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his naked body to my covered one.
“I think that’s perfect for you,” I say with a smile.
He grins back at me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I love that you still wear this,” Bodhi says, my anklet dangling from his fingers. He rests his chin on my shoulder and looks out the window with me.
“Did you keep yours?”
“I wouldn’t dream of getting rid of it,” he says. “It’s in my suitcase.”
I grin as I stare outside.
“How are you after everything?” he asks, his breath brushing across my neck where the sheet has fallen.
“I’m okay. I’m going to go to therapy,” I say, tilting my head as he gives me a kiss on my jawline. “I’m glad there wasn’t bloodshed. Especially yours.”
I intertwine my fingers with his free hand, and he chuckles.
“I never want to get shot again,” he says. “But tell me more about this therapy.” A pretty bruise has marred his chest—a stark reminder of everything we went through.
“I don’t know. I think that I need to work through all of this shit we went through the last four years,” I say with a shrug as Bodhi nibbles on my shoulder.
“I think we both need to work through this shit,” Bodhi says against my skin, and I shiver and then nod.
We stand silent for a few moments, watching the hustle and bustle on the street below us.
“Hey, I didn’t get to ask, but how did you end up with the dress that I loved?” I turn in his arms, making sure to keep him shielded from the open window, but knowing Bodhi, I’m sure he wouldn’t care if all of Paris saw his dick.
“Right. Uh … well, I bought it when you were in Paris, like a weird freak. It was gorgeous, and I didn’t want you to buy that one because Seth didn’t deserve it. But I didn’t want anyone else to have it either. Not after it had been worn by you.”
“Gorgeous, huh? Not like something a whore would wear?”
He grimaces and leans down to place a light kiss on my lips. “All lies. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.” He kisses me again. “I made the lady show me every single dress until we found the right one. She hated my guts. Then, I had her alter it since they had your measurements and ship it.” His face turns a little red, and I laugh.
“What were you going to do with it?”
“Probably build a Trixie shrine in my closet,” he says without missing a beat, and I swat at his chest. He unwraps me, pulling the sheet around both of us. “I’m sorry for everything that I put you through.”
“I’m sorry for not telling you. I was terrified you would get hurt. It seems like we kept a lot of secrets for each other’s benefit, but they only hurt us. Do you wish we hadn’t had to get married this early?”
“It’s always been you, Trix. From that first moment we met in our first class freshman year.”
“We met before the classroom.”
“Thanks for busting my balls,” he says, and I smile.
“I’d much rather do other things to your balls,” I whisper against his ear before pulling back and winking at him.
He presses me further into him and wiggles his hips. “I love when you dirty-talk.”
He places a trail of kisses along my neck, and I bring my hands up to his chest, giving him a small shove.
“I need sustenance before we start round … whatever this is.”
“Can’t have my fair maiden going hungry. Come on. Let’s go get those croissants I promised you,” he says, and I grin.
“That was for my birthday,” I remind him, and he lays his head on my chest, wrapping his arms around my stomach.
“These are honeymoon croissants. Definitely better than birthday ones.”
“They probably taste the same.”
“You know what I haven’t tasted in a while?” Bodhi asks, turning us and slowly walking me backward to the bed. “You.”
“You actually just—”
He places a finger over my lips, cutting me off. “Let me taste you one more time before croissants,” he whispers, lightly pushing me, and I fall back on the messy sheets, deciding not to put up a big fight.
We have all the time in the world now.
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THE END
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King of Nothing (Boys of Almadale #1)
King of Regret (Boys of Almadale #2)
To my wonderful readers
Thank you for continuing on this Almadale journey with me! I hope you don’t hate me too much for tearing Bodhi and Trixie apart since I did put them back together in the end! I’m sad to be leaving these couples, but this isn’t the end for the Almadale world. I’ve got a few more characters that will get stories. Thank you for reading my books and enjoying them. Thanks for being awesome! Love you all!
XO,
Jacie
Acknowledgments
I always get to the acknowledgements and sit here trying to think about what to say and I always feel like thank you isn’t enough…but it’s all I can say!
Thank you to my hubby who always supports me, and continues to encourage my writing even when it seems like I’m always on my computer. Love you babe!
Thank you to my wonderful editor Jovana, without you I would have a jumbled incoherent mess of words but you make them the books they are! You are worth your weight in gold.
Thank you to my alpha reader, Amanda…you always see things that I don’t and help me fix all my plot holes! I am thankful you reached out to me that one day to tell me something was wrong in my book (haha!) because now we have the best friendship! You are the best :)
Thank you to Jenny, my beta reader for loving my characters like I do!
Thanks to my author tribe - there are so many to name and I don’t want to leave anyone out but you know who you are! I love each and every one of you and I’m thankful to have met you when I did because you make my writing journey so much better.
Thank you Michelle and Thomas for my amazing cover photo. I am so in love with it!
Last but not least, thank you to my reader
s. Thanks for picking my book up, and reading the words I’ve poured out on a keyboard. A lot of blood, sweat, and tears go into writing a book and when you read and enjoy it, it makes the author feel incredible.
Y’all are truly all the best!
XO,
Jacie
P.S. If I left anyone out, please DM me and yell in all caps.
About the Author
Jacie Lennon is a stay-at-home mom whose guilty pleasure is writing romance. She lives with her husband and two kids. Her home is fiercely protected by a basset hound, a Cavalier King Charles spaniel, and a tabby cat. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, playing with her kids, or devouring an entire container of Oreo Thins in one day.
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