“I can’t believe I spent so much of my life not being married to you,” he counters, steadying me with his hands as I grip the base of his cock. He’s so hard, willing, ready for me, and I’m so ready for him too.
I sink down onto him, and even though we haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other for weeks, it feels like new again. Actually, better than new because we instantly find our rhythm. I ride him like I’ve been riding him for years, not days, and his lips are already parting, eyelids fluttering. I can’t resist him. I lean in and kiss him hard, and then his tongue is in my mouth again, delving in deep just like his hard, long cock.
I slide up and down him, relishing that amazing feeling of having the man I love so deep inside me. The head of his cock brushes against my G-spot, and his thumb is pressed against my clit as I lean back. We don’t need words, or instructions, or suggestions. There’s no sound but the wind in the trees outside and the harmony of our shallow breaths.
He pants, holding me still as he pounds me from below. Making sure I know I’m his. Claiming me like no one else ever has or ever will. He pinches my exposed nipples, kisses my neck as I lean my head backwards, and we come together still half-dressed in our wedding outfits. I love the feeling of him filling me up, the pulsing warmth and the tight grip of his fingers on my flesh.
Afterwards, we lie together, catching our breath and staring into each other’s eyes as if we still can’t believe this is real. But it is real. It’s ours, it’s here and now, and I can’t wait to see what comes next.
Epilogue 1
Holt
One year later…
I’m in the nursery finishing off the last dovetail for the final crib. When I click the last joints together and take a step back to take it all in, I can’t help but feel a rush of emotion. Three cribs sit side by side. They still need to be safely varnished. I’ll give them a nice stain so they’ll match the rest of the decor.
I’ve been in here every day for the last three months, hurrying to get done before Hattie gives birth. We’ve been joking about racing, hoping she didn’t beat me, but she hasn’t. Thankfully.
“Hey,” I call, triumphant as I wipe my hands clean of sawdust and begin preparations for the last stage — staining the cribs. “I think I’m gonna win unless something happens in the next hour.”
I strain my ears for a response — I was sure I could hear Hattie in the hallway just a minute ago. It takes her a while to get anything done, poor thing, with three babies inside her ready to come out.
We were stunned as fuck when the doctor found three heartbeats. Twins run in her family, Hattie revealed, but triplets? It took us a few minutes to get over that shock, but now, we’re more excited than ever. We sit together, curled up in our cabin, and picture our three kids running around, wrestling, fishing in the lake. Supporting each other and being there for each other like the parents Hattie never had as a kid.
She sticks her head through the door, phone in her hand. Her beautiful face lights up when she sees me, the way it always does, and it still gives me butterflies even after a year. “I was just on the phone with Dad.”
“Oh yeah?” I say.
“He just bought a big old lakeside property right here in Thickwood.” She looks surprised even as she says it. “I guess he really is serious about this.”
“About the whole grandpa thing?”
“Right. I think since he learned I was pregnant, he’s really been doing some thinking about family. He’s been doing a lot of that ever since our wedding day, and I don’t know. I really do think he’s trying.”
“I do too,” I admit. Ever since he sent Hattie to me and made her cry, I haven’t had the warmest feelings for the guy, but honestly, it’s really difficult to feel negatively about the person who sent my wife to my doorstep. “You know I’m going to support whatever decision you want to make.”
“I think I am willing to let him be a grandfather, unless that’s stupid.”
I cross the room and squeeze her hands, kiss her lips. “I trust your instincts,” I tell her. “You’re tough. You know what’s best for your kids. I believe that completely.”
She rests her hand on her huge belly and then a small smile appears on her face. “Yeah,” she agrees finally. “Thank you.”
“You are stunning. I think about how lucky I am every day,” I say, and kiss her again. She runs her hands up my arms, and then groans against my lips.