That Secret Crush (Getting Lucky #3)(106)

A line of support.

A line of love.

I have the job, the man, the family, the brother, the love. I don’t think I could ask for anything more . . . besides some immediate private time with Reid and the “legend.”

And I’m not talking about the curse.





EPILOGUE





REID


“Oh my God, yes! Reid, right there.”

I flex my pelvis and push all the way inside of Eve, my teeth nearly shattering from how hard I’m grinding them together.

“Please, babe,” I croak. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Me . . . too. Ah God,” she groans and digs her nails into my back as her pussy convulses around my cock, spurring on my orgasm.

White-hot pleasure shoots up my spine as I spill myself inside of her.

No matter how many times I take this woman into my bed, it doesn’t seem to be enough. It’s been a month since we got back together, and I still can’t keep my hands off her. It’s distracting at work—but in a good way. She’s not making me burn shit, but she does get me riled up when she walks into the kitchen, clipboard in hand and pen tucked behind her ear. She does it on purpose, knowing full well what the entire look does for me.

We always meet up at my house after work and fuck like crazy until we pass out and spend the rest of the night cuddling. It’s perfection. Eric has grown to accept that Eve doesn’t come home at night, which was fine until Eve went back to the apartment to get some clothes and came face to face with her brother’s bare ass as he was doing some girl from Pottsmouth. They now text each other their plans. It’s an image that’s been . . . difficult for Eve to get out of her head.

Breathing heavily, I collapse onto Eve and kiss her neck as I try to calm my racing heart.

“God, I love you so damn much,” I whisper.

Her hand sifts through my hair. “I love you too.”

“Enough to say yes to my proposal one day?”

“One day,” she says, giving me the same answer she always does.

I want to ask her, badly. I want to make her mine forever, but I also know that I have a lot to learn about love and putting it first, so I’m waiting until I feel confident enough that I can give her everything I have.

“And kids?”

“Two.” She smiles against my skin.

“Pets?”

“A cat that only loves me.”

“And a house?”

“Up on Wobbler’s Hill with enough land that we can have our own greenhouse.”

I rise up onto my elbows and kiss her lips. “And vacations?”

“Only ones where we can be fully naked for an entire week.”

“That’s my kind of vaca—”

The door to my houseboat bursts open, and a distraught Brig calls out, “Are you home?”

Eve squeaks, pulling a sheet over her even though we’re up in the loft and Brig can’t see her.

“Dude, try knocking,” I say, scrambling to put on a pair of shorts.

Brig paces the living room below, his hands in his hair. “I don’t have time for knocking—not when I’m the laughingstock of the town.”

Oh Jesus. What now?

I hop down the stairs, bare chested, my hair a mess from Eve’s relentless pulling, and go to the fridge. I grab a can of beer and toss it at Brig, but he doesn’t even bother catching it, letting it land on the couch instead.

Okay, this can’t be good.

“What happened?”

“I am going to die alone.”

I’ve heard that before.

“If this is about the curse—”

“This isn’t about the fucking curse,” Brig says, looking really distraught. Oh crap. I drop the sarcasm from my voice and try to dig in deep.

“Okay, let’s talk it through. What happened?”

Eve joins me in the kitchen, wearing sweatpants and a nightshirt, and falls into my automatic embrace, her arms wrapping around my waist.

Brig stares at us and groans before rolling his eyes and flopping on the couch. “You know how I’ve been trying out different dating apps?”

“Yeah, weren’t you going on a date tonight?”

“Yup, and I did.”

“Was the girl not who you expected?”

He sits up ramrod straight and stares me down, his eyes looking completely crazy. “No, she was not who I expected.”

Uh oh.

“What happened?”

“I planned this great evening at Jake’s Cakes. Share some crabs, watch the sunset, get to know each other better. When it started to get late, past when we agreed to meet, I thought she was going to stand me up. Well, until I saw a teal tissue box.”

“Uh . . . what does that mean?”

“It was our symbol. We talked about all the Lovemark movies we liked and how sometimes we cried while watching them. We’d always joke about handing each other tissues, so we decided that would be our symbol, our way of showing each other we’re the right person when we met up, since we didn’t have pictures.”

“Okay, so she showed up.”

“No, Reid,” Brig deadpans. “He showed up. Fucking Walter the Uber driver catfished me!”