Reaching under his arm with one hand, I slid my nails gently down his back until I could grip his tight ass firmly. “Harder,” I rasped.
“Yes, my love.” His teeth grazed along my throat, as his thickness sank deep, over and over.
It was absolutely perfect, every single time. Sometimes three times a day. I could never get enough of this incredible man. I could sense that he needed it rougher today. Perhaps to claim me, with more than just the new ring on my finger.
“More,” I gasped, feeling the pressure building again already. He began impaling me almost brutally as I moaned louder. “Yes, more.”
“Gorgeous, you feel so incredible,” he gasped, tilting his hips to bring my clit tight against him. Clinging to him desperately, I ground my hips up and back, hitting the perfect spot.
There was so much perfection between us, but this moment was yet another highlight as my new fiancé lost himself completely.
“Allie, oh my God, Allie,” he growled, panting raggedly as he held me tight, driving me into a spiral of lust until my pussy began to tighten around him.
My entire body began to seize up, as my desperate shriek filled the room. “Yes, Kellan – please.”
His rock hard cock drove deep, grinding us together as he looked straight into my eyes as I came, sputtering his name over and over.
“Allie, baby,” he groaned, jerking and twitching inside my channel as his thickness swelled, his wet heat bursting inside me. His mouth captured mine, as the world melted away with our passionate kiss.
Finally, he pulled back just enough to stare into my eyes, blinking rapidly.
“ That’s the only time I love it when you call me baby, ” I grinned, giggling as he peppered my face with kisses.
“Baby, my baby, my sweet Allie,” he murmured. Then he paused. “My gorgeous fiancée. Soon to be my gorgeous wife. Soon to be the gorgeous mother of our children.”
I laughed, giving his ass a little spank. “No babies until we’ve been married at least a year.”
“And when are we getting married?” Kellan smiled, kissing the tip of my nose.
“I don’t know that part yet.”
“Do you have to consult your magical notebook?” he laughed. “Write down all of your intentions and stuff?”
“No, we just have to check a calendar,” I giggled.
“The old fashioned way. I like it.”
As we snuggled into each other’s arms, I smiled against his chest. Everything had happened more or less according to plan, and I had to mentally high-five the version of myself from eight months ago who was brave enough to think up the plan, and write it down.
Make a list. Manifest.
It all came true.
EPILOGUE TWO
* Kellan *
*** Six Years Later ***
My three bars were reasonably wholesome. But with flowered sheets draped over the liquor bottles and several bunches of balloons tied to chairs, it completely changed the Duke Lounge atmosphere. The lights were up a bit higher, but the sunlight was also streaming in the windows since it was two in the afternoon.
Instead of sports, the big screen was tuned to a DVD of the latest children’s band, Thirty Thousand Monkeys, as six four- and five-year-olds twirled around the middle of the dance floor.
It was a strange point of pride for me that our son’s birthday party had the best lighting system of all the parties we’d been to in the past year. Plus, there was ample room for the parents’ area. As I brought over another bottle of wine to the eight adults who were making short work of the hors d’ oeuvres, I was also glad that this party could be stress-free for the grownups as well.
I poured Allie a glass of wine, but Christine waved me off, pouring herself another lime water from the pitcher in front of her.
“Sorry, I forgot,” I said, handing the bottle to Tony across the table so he could pour for his wife, Kim. It was interesting having a collection of new friends simply because our kids got along in preschool.