Page 12 of Sucker
“You love me?”
Reaching out, I take her hand in mine. “I do. And I’m not going to feel guilty for that. I gave him everything. And I’m not walking away this time. I won’t give you up.”
“Oh god,” she gasps. “You really are Westley.”
“Who?” I frown.
“FromThe Princess Bride.”
“I’ve never seen it.”
“That’s terrible. We’ll have to watch it. Together. Each year on our anniversary—on Valentine’s Day.”
“What? Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
She grins then nods. “It’s time I choose what’s best for me. I want you, Landon. I want to be happy with you. I want to have a life with you. I…this is so crazy, but you already said it and, well, I love you too. I love you.”
My hands go to her hair and I haul her against me, the coffee falls to the floor, but I ignore it because, who cares about coffee when the woman of my dreams just said yes. I tilt her head and bring my mouth to hers, but I hesitate just before our lips connect. “Does this mean you’re marrying me too?” I ask with a grin.
She laughs as she threads her fingers into the back of my hair. “Yes, Landon. I’ll marry you. Let’s be too much together.”
“Oh, angel. You’re not too much, you’re just right. To me, you’re perfect.”
“Then let’s be perfect together,” she whispers against my lips, prompting me to kissing the living heck out of her before I lie with her on the bed, and do my best not to get too much ‘man juice’ all over the room.
Epilogue
Willa
Five years later…
“Happy Valentine’s Day, angel.” Landon’s breath tickles at my ear as he sucks lightly on my lobe. Chills flow through my body while his fingers find their way beneath my nightdress and to the dampness at my core.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, husband.” I moan as his fingers rub slow circles over my panties, working me into a frenzy before he dives beneath the elastic and pushes his fingers inside me. I gasp.
“I will never get tired of hearing you moan,” he whispers, thrusting his fingers in and out of me while his thumb works my clit.
“Deeper.”
“Oh, my angel is bossy today.” He shifts his weight and adds an extra finger, pushing past the knuckle to give me what I want. I arch up, my orgasm building as his expert fingers play me like a fiddle.
“Landon. I’m gonna come.”
“Then let go. Let me watch you come undone.”
I do, my body shaking and quivering as I grab hold of his wrist and ride his hand, taking every moment of orgasm that he can give me. This is how it is, and how it’s always been between us. Since that first night, we’ve been unable to keep our hands off each other. After five years together, barely a day has gone by when we haven’t had sex in some way shape or form. I may have been a late bloomer, but I’ve made up for my late start in qualityandquantity with Landon. The man is insatiable. I’m surprised he still manages to run a company with the amount of time we spend in bed. I suppose it helps that I run the company alongside him—office quickies aregreatto keep the spark alive.
Not long after Landon and I started dating, I learned that I had my own trust fund that matured when I turned twenty-five. Part of that trust, was a quarter share of the company. When Landon and I married, our combined shares—his forty-nine percent, and my twenty-five—meant that no other company could ever get their hands on enough shares to perform a hostile takeover. James Tech and Landon’s brainchild was safe, and we got to live happily ever after. Well, as happy as two people with the odds against them can be. Our private relationship is nothing short of amazing, but outside influences have made things quite difficult at times, namely my father. Once I understood what really happened between him and Landon, I could see my upbringing for what it really was. My hardships were never Landon’s fault. They were caused by my father and his addictions, and after confronting him over those, he eventually agreed to go and get some help. It didn’t happen overnight, but it did happen in time for him to be a grandfather to our daughter. And since every parent wants more for their child than what they had for themselves, seeing my dad sober and attending a twelve-step program for his gambling, has given my daughter a wonderful and attentive grandfather. I love that he was able to do that for her, and I love that our relationship is healing too. Granted, he may never be OK with Landon, but we’re working on that. Because no matter what anyone else in this world says or thinks, Landon and I have always been sure about one thing—we’re perfect together.
Epilogue
Landon
After I finish ravishing my wife on our fourth wedding anniversary and fifth anniversary of being together (I literally count the days I’m with her because I’m that honored to have her in my life), I head into the kitchen to cook up some heart-shaped pancakes that are perfect for the occasion and a big favorite in this apartment since our three-year-old, June loves all things heart-shaped. She’s got her mother’s smarts and my dark hair, and both of our love for life. Between us, we spoil her rotten, but I’ll never regret it because that little face of hers steals my heart every time she calls me daddy.
“Pancakes!” She sits at the table next to Willa and holds chopped strawberries above her plate, allowing them to rain down.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweet girl.” I press a kiss to the top of her head.
