Epilogue
Taylor...
(The Wedding Cake---------->)
One year later
“Evan, oh God…Stop, I mean, ugh…Don’t stop.” I panted like a crazy person as he swirled his warm wet tongue over the sensitive flesh around the striated star of my clenched entrance. I was going to be exhausted in the morning if Evan kept me up any later than he already has. Grand-mere has been going on and on all week about a V.I.P. customer coming in for a cake consultation and tomorrow was the day for it. It must be someone extremely important because she has had everyone working in a tizzy for the past week. The bakery has been cleaned to the point that you could eat of the floor if you so desired. She kept up a grueling pace and a flurry of activity despite my repeated pleas for her to slow down, and she wouldn’t even tell me who this person was that had her so worked up.
“Ah.” I screamed as the front of my body shot up off the arm of the sofa, but I was quickly pushed forward by Evan’s big hand planted in between my shoulder blades. My legs trembled and my blood rushed through my veins like liquid fire. Evan curled his wicked tongue and pushed the tip into my hole. I shivered as I felt him spear the organ into my channel. His warm saliva dripped down the crease of my ass and coated my tight balls. The cooling liquid on my nuts just added to the throbbing pulse of my leaking cock.
I groaned into the cushions of the couch and Evan continued to mercilessly prepare my quivering entrance. His hands were now on each globe of my butt cheeks as he spread me wide open to his invading tongue. He roughly kneaded them before he jiggled them, and he grunted his pleasure whenever he gave me a firm squeeze. I don’t ever think that my man was going to get tired of playing with my ass.
I whimpered when he drew away and mumbled, “Fucking perfect.” A second before I felt a thick finger replace his tongue. I heard the pop of the lube cap opening and I felt the swish of air as Evan dropped his pajama pants around his ankles. I blew out my breath and pushed out as his finger popped into my entrance, and I felt my inner muscles quiver then clench as it pulled the digit deeper into my body. The burn of his invasion had me arching my back with my mouth gaped open in a silent scream. I thrust my ass back on his hand and silently egged him on for more, and Evan did disappoint me as he stuck another fat digit into my body. He pegged my prostate and I saw stars behind my clenched eyelids.
He bent over my back, his free hand wrapped around my turgid member, and he began to slowly stroke the length of my shaft. His warm chest was pressed against my back and crudely whispered in my ear. “I am going to fuck this tight ass until my cock and your butt is raw, and then I am going to kiss that pretty little pink hole before I put you to bed baby.”
I couldn’t even form the words necessary to answer him as he worked another finger into my chute, three fingers full and I was panting and grinding against his hand like a slut. He scissored me open, added a glob of spit to his invading fingers, and continued to prepare me for his monster rod. “So fucking sweet, so hot and tight, and so mine baby. You going to be a good boy and take all of my cock. I want to bury myself to the hilt, my love. I am going to fuck you so hard and so deep you won’t know where I start or where you end.”
Evan removed his fingers and I felt the cold dribble of more lube as he squirted the bottle over my hole, and then the wide blunt bulbous head of his giant member rubbed the fluid around and then into me as he pushed the head inside. I hissed at the burn as his girth speared me wide open. “Fuck yeah.” My man groaned as he pushed inch by painstaking inch until he was buried deep inside my quivering channel. My greedy inner walls worked furiously to suck him even deeper into me.
His big hand once again slapped me in the middle of my back as he pushed me forward over the arm of the sofa. His foot nudged my legs wider apart and his hips snapped forward as he buried himself to the hilt. Evan’s heavy balls slapped against my butt cheeks and all the air whooshed out of my lungs with the power of his thrust, and I nearly lost my balance and toppled over the couch if I didn’t catch myself with my arms pressed into the cushions.
My lover waited until he felt some of the tension leak out of my muscles before he began to slowly glide himself in and out of me, a moan of sheer bliss bubbled out of me and I arched my back for deeper penetration. Evan growled and picked up the pace, he plunged in and out of my body, faster and deeper until my shaft was slapping against the couch. I was bucked forward only to be pulled backwards by the strong hands holding my hips. His fingers dug into my skin but I didn’t care and Evan pounded me senseless.
“Gah.” I cried out as he gave me one more powerful spine tingling thrust and the head of his cock rammed right into my prostate and I came like a high power pressure hose, my body twitched and jerked as he continued to circle sinful hips making me ride out the razor’s edge of my release. I could feel his come seeping out of me around the girth of his thick shaft. Evan purred like a contented tiger in my ear and he stoked me down off my sexual high.
I laid there boneless, slumped over the arm of the chair, sweaty, wet, and drained of all my energy. Evan gently withdrew from my body and he lifted me into his arms. He had to practically hold me upright with one hand as he helped me into the shower to bathe. He handled me like I was the most delicate possession he owned and it never ceased to make me smile. Over the last many months of our relationship we have managed to patch things up and I have learned to trust my man again after that fiasco with Micah.
I had simply pointed out to him how he felt about cheating partners, and I painted the picture for him of how he would feel if he had found me lip locked with one of my friends. I made him see that what he thought was a simple innocent kiss between two friends goofing around was not so innocent after all, and my man’s behavior has been stellar ever since. Evan hasn’t given me not one cause to doubt him ever since, and he even went as far as arranging a discussion with Micah present so that I can see for myself that there was nothing between them anymore other than friendship. I had even met his girlfriend Bethany a time or two when we went to visit him in the city and it was an eye opening experience when we went to his club.
Evan lowered me onto the cool sheets of our bed and climbed in behind me and I immediately curled into his broad chest and cuddled in. I had moved into Evan’s house, more like he moved me in shortly after Ellie’s wedding. He said that I needed to be with him more on a daily basis so that he could prove to me that my faith and love in him was not misplaced after all. But if you asked me, I just think he wanted more access to that one part of my body that he would love to live in if he could. I yawned as he kissed me on my forehead and that was the last thing that I remembered before I drifted off into an exhausted slumber.
The next time my eyes popped open, it was to the annoying sound of the alarm I had set the night before. I slapped the offending device effectively making it shut up and I reached across the bed for Evan’s warmth, but my hand made contact with cold sheets. I lifted my head up and looked around the room, but there was no sign of him. When I plopped back down my hand made contact with a piece of paper and I turned my head to see it sticking up from his pillow and I picked it up to read it.
Evan had left the note to remind me that he had an early start this morning because he was finishing up a custom job on a bike he built for a demanding customer. Now that I have gotten used to sharing a bed with Evan, I missed his blanket hogging self when he isn’t there when I wake up in the morning. I took another glance at the clock and sighed heavily, it was time to get up and start my day. At least I didn’t have to get up in the bitter cold at whatever o’clock in the morning to open the kitchens for the chefs to prepare and bake the pastries for the day. It was Camille’s turn to do this month as assistant pastry chef, the position she received when she graduated from culinary school.
Performing my morning routine quickly, I went into the closet to get dressed. Grand-mere insisted that I wear a suit today since her very important client had the first and only appointment this morning. I chose a charcoal grey slim fit suit and I paired it with a black tie and black dress shoes. My outfit should make her happy. Once I was dressed, I grabbed my keys, wallet, and cell phone before taking my coat off the rack by the door and shrugged into it. I wrapped my scarf around my neck and punched in the alarm code before leaving the house.
I made a mad dash through the frigid wind towards my car. God, its times like this that I really wished that I lived somewhere like a tropical island or something. This cold ass weather made you want to hibernate indoors until it warmed up again. I started my little Mini Cooper and cranked the heat to high and let the engine throttle and warm up before I was on my way. By the time I pulled into the parking lot behind the café I was nice and warm, and I pouted because I had to get out of the car and into the stinging wind all over again. But I just braced myself and rushed through the back doors and into the blessed heat of the kitchen.
My nose was immediately assaulted with the heavenly smells of all the pastries and the morning delicacies that were being prepared as I unwrapped myself and hung up my coat. I made a beeline for the coffee machine. I could have gone for a nice creamy cup of steamed Chocolat, but I needed the extra boost of caffeine from the dark French roast coffee. I poured a nice big mug of steaming coffee and I was about to take that first heavenly sip when my lovely Grand-mere burst through the kitchen door and her determined gaze zeroed in on me.
“Enfin, vous etes ici. Bonne chère matin. (Finally, you are here. Good morning dear.)”She said as she sauntered over to my side and I leaned down to kiss her cheek.
“Bonjour ma belle. (Good morning my beautiful.)” I greeted her and she just giggled in response and straightened my tie.
“You look very dashing Taylor, please make sure you don’t spill anything on yourself until after the client leaves. I will be conducting the consultation myself when they arrive, but I want you to meet them at some point during the meeting and do what you do with your charm. This is going to be one of the most important events that this bakery will ever cater.” She says before she fills a plate with delicate crepes and berries for me.
“Are you finally going to tell me who this person or people are? You are being very tight lipped about their identity.” I stated as I took the plate from her and tried my best not to stuff the whole thing in my mouth.
She shrugged a dainty shoulder at me. “There is no need for you to know who they are, just know that they like all of our customers are very important to me and to our business.”
My lovely patted me on my cheek and walked off towards the office. I just shrugged and continued to inhale my breakfast. When I was done, I placed the dirty dishes in the clean up area and went down the hall to my office. I sat behind the desk and powered up the computer. I spent a little time going over the payroll and then I brought up the bakery’s schedule. Our client was due to arrive at 10 a.m. and Grand-mere will spend at least a half hour on paperwork and presentation. That meant that she is going to want me to make an appearance no later than 10:30. I checked the time on the corner of the computer screen and it was only 9:45 so I had a little time. I went back to the accounting software to make sure that our wonderful employees got their compensation for all their hard work.
By the time 10:15 rolled around I was nervous. I stood and made my way to the employee lounge and I checked my reflection the full length mirror behind the door. I pulled the cuffs of my shirt down and ran my fingers through my hair to tidy it a bit. I took a deep breath, this was as pretty as I was going to get. I made sure that there was nothing in my teeth and I opened the door and casually walked through the kitchen and the dining area. I found it a little strange that the café wasn’t bustling with customers; the place actually looked empty but maybe Grand-mere closed breakfast early so that she could focus on her V.I.P. customer.
I made it to the closed door of the consultation room and I made sure I placed a bright smile on my face before knocking once and opening the door. I stepped inside and my jaw hit the floor at the sight before me. I stood there frozen to the spot; I had no words at the sight of Evan standing in the middle of the dimly lit room. My man was dressed to the nines in a black Armani suit; he paired it with a crisp white shirt and a silky black neck tie. His shoes were polished and just wow, he looked amazing, a big change from his everyday jeans and leather.
My mind was so scrambled; I didn’t have the wherewithal to ask all the questions that was rambling through my head. Through the corner of my eye, I saw my grandparents along with a very pregnant Ellie and her husband standing off to the side of the room. I watched wide eyed as Evan walked over to me, he held out his hand and I placed my trembling one his and he led me across the room. We came to a stop on front of one of the display tables, and sitting in the center of the table was a stunning pristine white three tier Wedding cake covered in the most gorgeous array of red and white roses, the traditional colors of the upcoming Valentine’s Day holiday.
I blinked at the cake and then up at Evan’s smiling face and my dumbfounded mind momentarily unlocked itself for me to stupidly utter. “I thought this was supposed to be a cake consultation. I don’t understand…”
“It is a Wedding cake consultation babe, it’s ours. Look on top of the cake.” Evan instructed as my eyes flashed back to the masterpiece on the table. I leaned closer and I felt my breath leave my body and I began to tremble all over again. My hand covered my mouth to stifle the sob that was threatening to bubble out of my throat and my eyes overflowed with hot emotional tears. I watched as Evan plucked the gorgeous diamond and gold ring from amongst the full bloom roses, and my man got down on one knee right there in front of our family and the beautiful cake he has chosen for us.
“Taylor Dubois, you came into my life when I thought that I had everything I wanted already and showed me I was living a lie. You saw me, the real me through all of my bluster and crudeness. You are like a ray of sunshine that shone brightly even in the darkest corners of my world and you taught me that real love exists. With your beauty, your gentleness, and most of all your patience, you have taken me from dark, removed the shutters from my eyes, and you brought into the light with your unconditional love. Baby, I want to return the favor, I want to show you, our family, and the whole world that I love you and that I am proud to love you. I am humbled that you have chosen me to give your heart to and today in this room and for the rest of our lives; I give my heart to you. You make my heart content, so will you please do me the honor and make me the happiest man in the world. Will you marry me?” I watched as he got misty eyed on the last part of his heart stopping proposal and that did it for me.
The sob that I was holding broke free, my knees gave out, and I dropped to my knees in front of him and threw my arms around his neck and buried my face under his chin. I remembered that he was waiting for my answer, and I just nodded my head, “yes,” from my hiding space and held my hand out so that he could place the ring on my finger. I vaguely heard my family cheering in the background but I was too preoccupied trying to wrap my thoughts around the most beautiful proposal that had ever come into creation. I continued to cry happy tears as Evan’s strong arms squished me even tighter to his broad chest. And I knew this was exactly where I belonged, in the arms of my man for the remainder of our days.
**A/N- another journey completed. Thank you everyone, I enjoyed writing Taylor and Evan's story. I loved all your comments and I truly apprecaite all your votes and encouragement. Thank you, I love you all, xoxo