“By the way, Ava, I meant what I said in the heat of the moment,” he murmurs low in my ear, so that only I can hear. “I love you, baby.”
My heart beats powerfully and tears spring to my eyes as I crane my head to look at the handsome man.
“And I you,” is my simple reply. Because it’s true. Maybe I came to this island to be a party hostess and ended up something completely different. Maybe I hosted a billionaire in a way that I never anticipated. But when it all boils down to what matters, this is the man who means the world to me, and now I know that our love will carry me through … to Maruba and beyond.
Epilogue
Carver
She’s so beautiful it’s impossible to describe. It’s been about eight months since the dirty contest at the Billionaires Island, and Ava’s now plump and round. We’ve just come back from meeting the Pope, but it’s not our Good Father’s company that has her flushed. It’s the fact that Ava’s having pre-contractions while lying in the large double bed, and I’m massaging her feet to help her relax.
“Sweetheart, it’s a little early,” I soothe. “The baby’s not due for another three weeks so try to relax. These are just practice contractions,” I say.
“I know,” she mewls. “But it’s hard and it hurts!” she exclaims as another contraction makes her wince a bit.
“What can I do?” I ask seriously. “I want to make it better for you.”
After all, this girl is my world now. After winning the competition, Ava and I left Maruba together. Suddenly, I realized I didn’t want to be on an island in the middle of nowhere without this woman. So when the plane lifted off, I was there with her, holding her hand and stroking her curls. She means everything to me, and I want her to have it all.
It wasn’t hard, to be honest, because my girl doesn’t ask for much. She wants to go back to school and is filling out applications for Ph.D. programs in religion. Thus, the visit with our pontiff. Ava was so excited when I told her we’d be going to the Vatican.
“Really?” she asked, eyes wide. At this point she was beginning to show and rubbed her belly as if for good luck. “We’re going to meet the Pope?”
“Really,” I confirmed. “He wants to meet you, too.”
But then Ava shook her head.
“I’m honored to meet him,” she said in a soft voice. “But I don’t want a recommendation. It’s not right because he doesn’t really know me, and I don’t want to take advantage of the situation. I’m going to get in on my own merits,” she said in a decided voice.
I was going to argue with her, but that’s what I love most about my woman: she’s so principled and ethical, even if we met in a completely unprincipled setting. As a result, we met with the Pope one Sunday after services, and it was as amazing as can be. He was gracious and kind, befitting a man of his stature, and we felt blessed to be in his presence.
But now, we’re back in the room and Ava’s having early contractions while carrying our son.
“Stay calm, sweetheart,” I soothe even as panic jolts in my heart. “Baby Avery doesn’t want to come out yet. It’s too early,” I say.
My love is about to say something in reply, but then her mouth snaps shut as a thought strikes her.
“You know, Carver,” she manages between pants. “You could help me relax in a very special way.”
“How?” I ask, sitting up while clasping her hand. “I’ll do anything sweetheart.”
Slowly, she undoes her robe, revealing her curvy, hugely pregnant form. Ava’s absolutely gorgeous and I can’t stop staring at her enormous breasts tipped with pink and her large, meaty thighs. She’s put on about seventy pounds, and looks like a creamy Aphrodite, albeit a very pregnant one.
Slowly, Ava turns herself until she’s on her hands and knees, her big belly cushioned by a pillow. Then she looks back at me, and pulls her cheeks wide, showing me that brownie.
“Put it in,” she breathes. “It’ll help me relax. But put it in the back way because I don’t want to overstimulate the baby.”
I rumble low in my throat.
“Sweetheart, I think the baby’s going to be stimulated if you’re stimulated, and this is supposed to be relaxing, not the other way around.”
But Ava merely giggles.
“I know, Carver, but put it in me, pretty please? You know I love the back way now.”
I do know because ever since that dirty contest, Ava has become a backdoor ho. It’s incredible, and it fills me with wonder too. How did this sassy yet innocent girl become a woman of the world who offers her bottom hole to me all day, every day 24/7? I love it and get up to kneel behind her, grabbing those curvy hips for purchase.