Craving Sugar (Sugar Daddy Romance)

Epilogue

Six months later…

“May I present to you the new Mr. and Mrs. Ivan Scott,” the preacher announced, and everyone stood up to clap, watching as the happy couple and my favorite kiddo walked down the aisle as a new family. It was a thing of beauty, and we were blessed to welcome him into the family.

In the six months that followed, he’d been a godsend. Calmed Gloria down. Made her happy. Truly happy for the first time in her life.

She’d always loved Aubrey, but was missing something. Made her search for it in all the wrong places. Now I knew why; he was her person.

Completed her.

The cool breeze off the water swept through the small ceremony, causing a few to grumble about their hair. Not me. I welcomed the reprieve from the warm weather in the middle of winter.

We just didn’t do that holiday down here. Five days of fifty-degree weather, and then we were back to scorching. Was a blessing and curse.

Everyone else walked inside and toward Hendrix’s deck to await the next part of the festivities. Stubborn grouch had all but demanded that we use his place for the ceremony and party afterwards.

Everyone loved him, while I still fought to correct his grouchy ways. Which was most days. The man was an ass, but now, it was never toward me.

“Thought I’d catch you out here, kiddo,” Mom said, pulling me away from my thoughts. I looked over and she was wrapped up like a burrito, a pashmina covering most of her upper torso. “Come inside, the temperature’s dropping.”

Behind us, I could hear the hired crew putting the final additions inside the tent Hendrix and I donated toward the wedding. Our gift. One large enclosed space that comfortably sat sixty guests and would keep us warm with space heaters throughout while they served dinner.

Decorated in the wedding party’s colors of white and a sky blue, the space was cozy and elegant. Beachy with a bit of romance, like Gloria wanted.

Once the alcohol flowed, people would head outside and dance up on the deck if they chose to.

“I’ll be up in a minute,” I sighed, “just enjoying the last rays of sunlight before its picture time and I’m needed everywhere at once.”

“Is that your way of saying I’m a pain?” When I didn’t answer, Mom took my hand in hers and turned me to face her. Her eyes, so much like my own, were sad. “When did our relationship turn sour, Beau?”

“Not so much as sour, but I’m tired of the heavy load you constantly place on my shoulders.” Giving her a small smile, I squeezed her hand and turned to walk away. Now wasn’t the time or place to air out grievances. “I’ll be up in my room. Call me when they are ready for family pictures.”

“It was never my goal to alienate you, much less have you hate me.” Her words made me pause, the regret in her tone causing me to turn back and face her. “You, kid, are an amazing woman, and I am sorry if I don’t tell you enough. I’ve never had to worry about you. Not once.”

“Mom, we can talk later. Now—”

“Now is the time, Beau. I hate this ever-present wall between us. Hate that you think I don’t love you when I do…more than my own life.” Tears welled up in her eyes, and her lip trembled. “Your sister has always needed me, while you stood on your own two feet from an early age. And that’s no excuse on my behalf, not at all, but I want—need you to know that I am so proud of you. That I love you, and I hope one day we can get back to being close.”

“Love you too, Mom, and I miss you.”

“Please forgive me,” she begged, and I nodded. “I’m not perfect, pumpkin, and if I ever hurt you, please know that it was never intentional.”

“Thank you.”

“Never thank me for saying the words you should already know. That fault is on me.” Mom pulled me in for a quick hug, and then kissed both my cheeks. Dad called her name from the deck, and she waved at him with a smile. She walked back toward the house, leaving me surprised and a bit of an emotional mess.

Gave me just enough time to get myself together before his scent hit me. Made me bite my lip to keep in a groan. The man always smelled of sex and the outdoors.

Like my favorite kind of sin.

“Everything okay, nymph?” Hendrix’s sudden entrance into my personal space meant that we were alone, and his OCD supervising duties were done. “Shouldn’t you be inside with the bridal party?”

“Nope. I’m taking the night off.” Had become a private joke between us. This wedding had been brutal in the planning arena. Gloria wanted something gaudy and huge, while Ivan wanted mellow and fun.

Hendrix and I were the compromising super team that brought it together.

“That’s good to hear.” He pressed himself closer, his cock hard and tempting. “Because I miss my favorite girl. It’s been too long since we had some time alone.”

“Agreed. Need you,” I whimpered as his hands skimmed the edge of my strapless, knee-length chiffon dress. “Can we sneak away upstairs?”

“Fuck, I wish we could, baby. But there’s a problem that needs your attention…”

“What happened now?”

“This.” I felt him drop to the ground and worried something had happened to him. What greeted me when I turned left me speechless in the best of ways. There was my gorgeous boyfriend in his white and black suit down on one knee in the sand.

In his hand he held a piece of paper that looked an awful lot like a contract.

“Read it.”

“Parker this is not the time to—”

“Please, Beau. Just read it.”

Taking the single page from his hand, I read the first line and gasped.

Sugar Agreement of Marriage…

“Hendrix, what…how…I?”

“Keep reading, Miss Carter.”

This contract hereby states that we say a big fuck you

to all the rules and promise to live a happy life together.

That we will honor each other and remain faithful.

Support and cherish.

That I, your husband, will fire any secretary that gives you shit,

(As I did with Kaitlyn) and pawn them off on Jax as payback for being annoying.

We will love past old age, and still get it on while living

in our nursing home down in Boca.

If you will have me, Beau Carter, I will live the rest of my life making memories with you.

Marry me?

“Hurry up and put that ring on my finger,” I demanded while he chuckled.

Hendrix stood and grabbed my hand, kissing each fingertip before presenting me with a beautiful ring. “So, I take it that’s a yes?”

“It’s a hell yes.”

“Fuck, I love you, Beau.” He kissed me then, slow and sweet. At the touch of his tongue—the seductive way he caressed my own, a feeling of pure bliss overtook me. His every touch was nourishment for my soul.

He was everything to me.

Catcalls from the deck interrupted our moment, and we pulled away. Not completely, but just slowed down into pecks between shared breaths and smiles.

“Time to go up, nymph. Dinner should be starting soon.” Another kiss, this time over the ring on my left hand. “We’ll play nice for now, but once they leave, you’re mine.”

“Promises, promises.”

“No, it’s a warning, Beau. I’m going to show you just how grateful I am that you accepted my proposal. Make you come on my cock repeatedly, until you cry out for mercy, and then, I’ll still ask you for one more.”

“You can’t say things like that and expect me to act as though nothing happened.”

“Want to add a spanking to the list? Behave, I’ll reward you later.”

“Fine.” I pouted, and then remembered that I had something important to share of my own. “Guess you should escort your babies toward the tent and feed them.”

“Have you eaten today? Baby, I know they like to run you…” he trailed off, eyes wide and lips moving without sound. Might’ve broken him.

“You okay there, stud? Looking kind of pale.”

“Babies?”

“Yeah.”

“Not as in: we’re being kinky fuckers and bringing another sugar into the mix?” That earned him a glare and slap to the back of the head.

“No, you jerk.”

“Babies?”

“Well, I am eating for two now.”

“Are you serious, or messing with me?”

“I hope it’s a girl, so you’ll go grey before she’s even out,” I deadpanned a second before my feet left the ground. Poor child was doomed to deal with his over-the-top protectiveness from day one.

Hendrix squeezed me to his chest while kissing my lips hungrily, almost savage. Teeth, lips, and tongue; he devoured me for the second time within the span of minutes, leaving me a horny mess.

“Thank you,” he breathed out, a goofy smile on his face while his forehead rested over mine. I’d never seen the man so happy. Almost giddy. It was contagious, and I grinned just as wide. “We’re having a baby. Starting our family.”

“Yes.”

“A tiny human created by us.”

“Better be.”

“I’m fucked in the best of ways.”

“Pretty much,” I agreed and nipped his lip. “Now carry me to dinner. I’m starving.”

“And it starts,” he growled against my neck, causing me to giggle. We were by the tent when he stopped once more and looked me in the eyes. “Hope you know that I wouldn’t have it any other way, nymph. I love you.”

“Good thing I love you too then, Mr. Parker. Now, feed me.”

“Food, or...?”