The Billionaire's Gamble

Epilogue

Nolan

Six Months Later

South Carolina

The smoke coming off the grill gets in my eyes and I wave it away. I’ve never really been a grill master, but I’m doing my best. It’s fall, and South Carolina is still humid. That little fact doesn’t make the heat or the smoke from the grill feel any better.

Dani and Kelly come out of the house, and my eyes are instantly drawn to Dani. I’ll never get tired of looking at her. I’ve thanked whatever fates were watching over me the day I ran into her. I love her more than anything I could have ever imagined. Kelly’s neighbor Andrew follows them out of the house with a side dish for the table. The three of them grew up together on this block, and now that Kelly is single, Dani tells me there may be a spark there.

I smile to myself, imagining what Jacob would do if he showed up and saw me using his grill. He won’t though. He never got his money from the Platinum Enterprises deal, and Dani threatened him so thoroughly over the phone I think he’s afraid of what she’ll do if he even shows his face in this state.

Andrew comes over to me. “How’s it going?”

“If they’re not all irreparably burned then I’ll consider it a success.”

“I’m sure they’ll be great,” he says, chuckling.

Andrew seems like a decent guy. Dani likes him, and Dani’s only superior when it comes to reading people is Sage. “How’s it going there?” I ask, nodding towards Kelly.

He gives me a sly smile. “Slowly. It’s going to take a while. I don’t want to push too hard while her divorce is being processed.”

“Good idea.”

“But I’m not going anywhere.” He nods. “You?”

“We’re getting there.” I choose not to mention that I’ve already had a ring picked out for three months, and am only waiting to ask because I don’t want anyone to think we’re getting engaged too quickly. But we will. Dani is it for me.

I move the burgers and hot dogs onto a plate and we join the women at the table. I give Dani a kiss when I sit down, a little deeper than I probably should. But I don’t care. I want everyone to know how much I love her.

She smiles at me. “These look great.”

“Keep that kind of encouragement stocked up for when you actually try them,” I say.

We proceed to eat, and shock of all shocks, I managed to cook the meat well enough not to kill us. That’s a plus at least.

Later, when we’re done eating, Kelly asks, “So you guys are going back to Vegas? That should be fun.”

“I think so,” Dani says. “It will be nice to spend a weekend there actually together. See what that’s like.”

“Well,” Kelly says, “if y’all do something crazy enough to make the papers like you did last time, could you at least warn a girl?”

Dani laughs. “Like what?”

She shrugs. “Flash a bunch of reporters after getting too drunk, going to the Elvis chapel to get married.”

“The first one I can’t promise anything on,” I say, “but the second one is never going to happen.”

The air around the table goes deathly still. Dani looks at me, her eyes look hurt. “Never?”

I reach out and take her hand. “Never in Vegas,” I clarify. “When I marry you, Ms. Hathaway, it will be far more romantic, and it may just be the wedding of the century.” Dani blushes, and my chest gets that feeling inside, like it’s taken in too much air and it hurts in a good way. That’s what it feels like to have Dani look at me like that.

“I love you,” she says.

“I love you too.”

“Andrew,” Kelly says, “you said you had some new preliminary designs for me to see for the jewelry website?”

He takes the hint immediately. “I did. You want to go next door and look at those now?”

“Sure thing.”

They walk together towards the side gate, giving us privacy. I don’t waste any time. I push Dani back onto the bench of this panic table and flip up her skirt. He bare pussy greets me, and I smile. She rarely wears panties anymore—I’ve ripped up too many pairs when they got in my way. The way she tastes is something I’ll never get used to or tire of. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I hear her groan softly.

“Should we really do this here?” she asks.

“Yes, here,” I say. “I’m happy to do it anywhere. Let them watch. Let them see how thoroughly I please my woman.”

She chuckles. “You’re talking in grandiose statements again, Casanova.”

I cover her pussy with my mouth, and she’s not laughing anymore. She tastes so fucking sweet. I swirl my tongue in her wetness, savoring every bit of it. I flick along the bottom of her clit with my tongue, picking up that consistent, driving speed that I know makes her come fast and deep. She’s writhing on the bench, pinned to it by my mouth and it’s such a gorgeous sight. She’s biting her lip, trying to keep from screaming. All the neighbors are back, so there are definitely people in their yards that could hear us. The pink that tinges her cheeks is adorable.