Wright Rival (Wright)

Hollin gestured for me to look up. I blinked in confusion as the sun brightened behind the Sinclair Cellars sign I’d seen almost every day as I drove into the winery.

I shaded my eyes and then gasped. Because the sign no longer read Sinclair Cellars. It had been changed, and now, it read Medina Cellars.

My hands flew to my mouth. “Ay Dios mio!”

Hollin put a hand around my waist. “As it always should have been.”

My dad smiled at us both. “I never had the heart to change it. But this feels right for you. No more hiding behind someone else’s name.”

My heart swelled with joy at the words on the sign. It was such a simple thing. A small thing that I’d never believed would happen. We’d kept the Sinclair name because it came with prestige. It would be hard, starting all over again with a name change, but I was up for the challenge. Anything to scrub the Sinclairs from every inch of this place.

It was ours.

Medina.

Now, it was reflected in the name.

I dropped my head onto Hollin’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Medina.”

“And you, Abbey? You’re mine?”

“For as long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever then.”

He kissed the top of my head. “Forever it is.”

Epilogue

One Year Later

“Can’t keep your hands to yourself for five minutes,” I joked.

I didn’t push Hollin back. He still had his hands under my skirt, and maybe we could skip the award ceremony.

“Are you complaining?” he asked.

Those blue eyes smoldered as he dropped to the ground in front of me. He pressed his mouth hot to my core, and I shuddered.

“No. No complaints.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He pushed the skirt of my maroon dress around my hips. The same maroon dress that I hadn’t gotten to wear last year, but I was putting it to good use this year.

Hollin pulled aside the lace of my thong.

“We’re going to be late,” I gasped.

“We’ll make it.”

“Oh God,” I moaned at the first thrust of his finger inside of me. The second followed almost without hesitation. I gripped one of the bedposts and tried not to ruin my hair as he began to finger-fuck me.

“Now, isn’t that better?” he asked with a chuckle that brooked no response.

His mouth returned to my clit and flicked against it until I was screaming into the hotel room. I hoped we didn’t have any neighbors right now. It was hard to sate my desire for Hollin Abbey.

A year earlier, we’d almost ruined everything. Now, things were better than ever. The sex was somehow better than ever, too.

Hollin released the buckle on his belt. His fancy suit pants followed, and I was scrambling for his heavy cock, falling to the floor before him. His eyes widened in wonder as I slicked the head of him with my tongue.

“Fuck, Piper,” he growled. “I want to fuck you.”

“Let me taste at least,” I teased.

And how could he argue?

I jerked him off with one hand as I brought him deep into my mouth. His hands fisted in my hair, holding me in place as I worked to get him deeper. He was so massive that it had taken months for me to get anywhere close to deep-throating him. I still sometimes gagged and had to give up. He never minded because that meant he got to punish me by bending me over his knee. Both of us liked it enough that I always fought to try again the next time. Either I succeeded or I got the spanking I deserved. Win-win.

I tried to get him all the way this time, but he was impatient. He jerked into my mouth.

“Babe,” he groaned. “No time.”

“Now, who’s complaining?”

He growled something about me being a bad girl, and it went straight to my greedy pussy. Did I want to give this blow job, or did I want him to take it out on my body? Toss-up.

Finally, he got fed up and withdrew from my lips. “Over the bed.”

I grinned devilishly. He rammed me forward until my ass was in the air and my pussy was on full display. He tugged my panties all the way down my legs, dropping them to the floor. Then drove deep inside of me.

I moaned around the sharp pain of him filling me. He was huge, and sometimes, he forgot that I was relatively small. Or maybe he liked the way I squirmed around the pain. I knew that I did.

“Going to come for me again?” Hollin asked.

My answering response was to tighten all around his cock as he hammered harder and faster inside of me. I’d been hanging on a thread before, and it all came undone.

“Fuck,” he spat. Then, he came alongside me, spending himself thoroughly. “That’s my good girl. So fucking good.”

We both grew still, panting in the hotel room. He withdrew from my body and went to clean up. I followed him, and when I came back, I looked around for my underwear.