Written in Ink (Montgomery Ink #4)(62)

“Yes.”

He kissed her then, and she moaned. This was their future. Their forever.

She couldn’t wait to turn the page.





Epilogue


Griffin cupped her breasts, pushing them together and grinning like a fool.

“Are you going to just stare at my boobs or do something with them?” Autumn asked. She lay under him, naked and all rosy from coming from his mouth a few minutes before.

He sat straddled over her, his dick hard and ready. But first, he wanted to play with her tits. He loved her tits. When he bent down and licked her nipple, she let out a little fluttery sigh that told him she enjoyed his loving of her tits. A win all around.

He sucked on her, nibbling and grazing with his teeth. Her hands trailed up and down his back, starting off lazy and slow before ramping up to nails and need.

“Griffin. I swear to God, if you don’t get inside me right now, I’ll put my fingers on my clit and get myself off. Without you.”

“Greedy.” But he shifted so his cock pressed against her cunt. They were going without condoms today. A first for them. He couldn’t wait to feel her bare around him. “Ready?” He rocked his hips slowly so his dick slid along her wetness and over her clit.

“Griffin!” She reached between them but he gripped her wrists.

“Let me,” he said, his voice low. Then he rocked back slightly farther before slowly entering her. They both groaned when he slid fully inside. “Jesus. Never again will we use condoms. I want to be bare inside you every single f*cking day. Every day. Got me?”

“I might get a little sore, but hell yeah. Just move, okay? Fuck me hard, soft, I don’t care. Just f*ck me.”

“My Fall, such a dirty, dirty girl. Love it.”

“Love you,” she said with a smile.

He watched her eyes roll to the back of her head as he moved. He started slow, then moved faster and faster until they were both gasping. Mouths meshed, sweat-slick bodies pressed against one another, hands and limbs reaching for each other. He kept his gaze on Autumn’s as they made love. Her mouth parted and her eyes darkened.

“Griffin.”

“I know. I know.” He kissed her hard. “I love you.” He pounded into her one last time and came on a roar. Her * clenched around him and she screamed his name. He held her close and rolled to his side, pressing kisses to her lips, her neck, behind her ear.

“My Fall.”

“You have moves, writer boy,” she grinned sleepily. “That is one way to wake up.”

“We need to wake up every day like that.”

She giggled. “Sounds good to me. Though I think I might be late to work.”

He nibbled on her neck. “I know the boss. It’s okay.”

She pushed at him, but there was laughter in her eyes. “I’m not working for you today, remember? I’m the new Montgomery Ink receptionist.”

He let out a pout but kissed her anyway. “That’s right. I forgot once I was inside you. Thank God you’re helping them. They are organized when it comes to everything except that damn computer.”

She laughed, and he ran his hands through her hair, unable to stop touching her. He couldn’t believe he had this woman, this piece of his future in his bed. And she would never leave. This was their reality, and he’d never been so damn happy.

He may write fiction, but his truth, his life, was better than anything he could put down on paper.

They were living together, taking each day at a time. He hadn’t proposed yet. He would, but not now. Though it might have felt like they’d been together for years, it honestly hadn’t been that long. They would take their time to get to know one another even more than they already had, and then they would take the next step. She would wear his ink though, the Montgomery Ink brand because she was one of them even if she didn’t have the name yet. That was something Maya had insisted on, and he was damn well happy with it.

Things were going to be okay. It wasn’t easy living in the real world and not in the fictional one of books. People didn’t automatically fall in love and stay that way. They would have to work hard to make sure they were open and honest with one another. She would always have her fears, and so would he, but they could work with them, rather than hide from them.

They hadn’t approached the idea of contacting her family but it would happen. She needed time to come to her new reality before she faced her old one. He understood that and he’d been honest when he said he wouldn’t clip her wings. If she found that she needed to be near the family she’d run from all those years ago, he’d follow. He’d leave Denver and everything he had built here. It would hurt, but he could do it.

Autumn was it for him.

She’d helped him find his voice, his worlds, his confidence.

He’d finished his f*cking book because of her. She would settle here with him, but never staid. They were one, they were individual, they were Fall and Writer Boy.

They were them.

Griffin brought Autumn closer and kissed her brow. “You take my breath away.”

She fluttered her eyelashes up at him then kissed his bearded jaw. “You are the reason I feel safe to stay, feel safe to be me. You’re my Griffin as I’m your Fall. I want to do this every morning. Every day.”

He kissed her then, putting everything he couldn’t say, couldn’t put into words into the kiss. It didn’t matter that he made words for a living; that putting those words on paper created the worlds his mind chose to live in. The woman in his arms was the reason he could write, could find the words at all. He would be able to do it on his own eventually, that was what made his Fall perfect for him, but she helped him stay true—and he knew he did the same for her.