Right Man, Right Time

Chapter : Epilogue



“Can I have this drawer?” Ollie asks.

Standing in front of my dresser, wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of her famous crop tops, is my girl, looking so fucking good.

It’s taken a few weeks to work out the logistics, including applying for a work visa, but Ollie is finally back in Vancouver and living with me.

“Baby, you can have any drawer you want,” I say, coming up behind her and bringing her into my chest. I kiss along her neck and add, “Take whatever you want. It’s yours.”

She chuckles and tilts her head to the side, giving me better access. “You can’t possibly be ready to have more sex.”

“I’m always ready,” I say as I slide my hand under her crop top and grip her breast.

“Silas,” she reprimands, turning around. “We need to unpack. I can’t just live with these boxes everywhere.”

“It will get done,” I say, backing her up against the dresser.

“Not when you’re leaving tomorrow for away games.”

“All the more reason to fuck you,” I say, tugging on her shirt.

Laughing, she pushes at my chest. “How about this? You give me an hour of unpacking, and then the rest of the night, I’m yours to do with whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” I ask with a questioning brow.

“Whatever, but you need to put in the effort of unpacking.”

“I can do that,” I say as I slip my hands under her shirt again and play with her nipples.

“Silas,” she says, her head falling back.

“Yes, baby?” I ask, lowering my mouth to her breast, only to be stopped by the palm of her hand.

“No, sir. Unpacking first, then sex.”

“Ugh,” I grumble and then pull away, my erection tenting my goddamn sweats. “See what you do to me?”

Her eyes fall to my lap, and I see that hungry look.

“Goddamn you,” she says right before she pushes me back on the bed and then pulls my sweatpants down to release my cock. Looking me in the eyes, she says, “Real quick, and then you give me two hours of unpacking.”

“Whatever you want, baby, just give me that tight cunt.”

She slides her sweats off, showing me that she’s wearing nothing underneath, and then she hovers above my lap and positions my cock at her entrance. In one fell swoop, I’m fully inside her.

“Fuck,” she says while her hands float up to her breasts. “God, I’ll never get over how big you are inside me.”

I grip her hips and encourage her to ride me. Which she does.

She rides me hard.

Her hips undulate over mine, and I sit back, fucking loving every second of this.

From the moment we made up, we’ve tried to spend as much time with each other as possible. She came back to my hotel, thanks to Ryot letting her leave early, and I made love to her for the first time. It was slow, torturous, and we took our time, reacquainting each other until we climaxed at the same time. After that, I fucked her on every surface of that hotel room. And when we were completely spent, we formed a plan.

She didn’t immediately go back to Vancouver because she wanted to spend more time with The Jock Report team and discuss her remote options with Ryot, which wasn’t a problem at all. She felt bad for abandoning them, but Ryot not only encouraged her to return to Vancouver—because he’d prefer his employees are happy—but assisted in getting her work visa expedited. So now, whenever I go to LA for a game, we agreed she’d come with me to catch up with the team.

But now that she’s here, in my home, moved in with all her belongings, I can finally breathe.

I have all the plans to propose to this girl because I know she’s the one, but I also figured we have time. I don’t want to scare her off because we just got back together, but this summer, I have a feeling when we’re in Banff, it’s going to happen.

“Silas, your cock, it’s so good.”

I squeeze her breasts as she continues to ride me, over and over again until I feel her start to tighten up.

“You close, baby?”

Her lips press together as she nods.

So close she can’t even say it.

“Then let me feel you come,” I say, right there with her.

She rides me a few more times, and when her mouth falls open and a silent moan escapes her, I feel her convulse all around my cock, which drives me wild.

I pump up into her a couple of times, and when my balls tighten, I prepare for my orgasm as it rips through me.

I grind out swear words as she falls on top of me, her hair like a curtain around us.

After a few seconds, she asks, “Will this ever get old?”

“No,” I say. “Never.”

I lightly kiss her lips. “I love you, baby.”

She smiles against my mouth. “I love you, too.”

I wrap my arms around her and take a deep breath.

All is right in the world.

The Agitators have had the best start to a season in history.

I’ve been able to forgive Sarah and move past the hurt her actions caused.

I can see my life clearly. Sarah’s definitely my past and Ollie is unquestionably my future.

My girl is now living with me, working in a role she loves.

And there is no doubt in my mind that we have a bright future ahead of us because she’s mine. I’m hers, and it all started with a surprising, soul-changing kiss.

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