Epilogue
Weeks Later
Stone kept a hand on Reika's lower back, guiding her inside the new building he'd bought to both host her new restaurant and serve as their new home above it, taking care that she didn't trip. She was, after all, wearing a blindfold and completely relying on him.
That simple thing, he had someone to be responsible for, had terrified him at first. But after nearly two months of marriage, he was growing more used to having her at his side, her at his back, and them being there for each other. No matter what happened.
And given how her mother hadn't wanted to come to the past and leave everything behind, Reika had definitely needed him. The only good thing was that she was able to send letters to her family, thanks to Yesenia's magic.
As he stared at his wife, her hands waving in front of her as if searching for something, he couldn't resist leaning over and kissing her neck.
"Stone, stop it. Just because you blindfolded me in bed a few nights ago doesn't mean I'm ready for you to take me to some random place, probably in public, and have your wicked way with me."
"Have I told you how much I love it when you use some of my phrases back at me?" He kissed her neck again, but this time kept her in place as he did it. "Although I think you can do a lot better than wicked."
She snorted. "Cock? Fuck? What else?" She paused and then groaned. "Please tell me we aren't somewhere public and I just made an ass out of myself."
He chuckled. "No, it's private. Just a few more steps." He helped her to the middle of the room. "Stop. Close your eyes and I'll take off the blindfold. Are they closed?"
"Yes, sir. Unlike someone, I don't cheat."
"It was only at cards, and only because I wanted to claim the bet of being able to tie you up, keep you on the edge, and then take you hard."
She blushed and Stone focused on untying the blindfold instead of what he really wanted to do—pin her up against the wall, drink from her, and fuck her as if there was no tomorrow.
Later.His surprise would make his wife happy, and he couldn't wait to see her face.
Oh, and how she'd probably reward him later.
The blindfold slid off her face and she did indeed have her eyes closed. "Open them and see your new kitchen."
She did and gasped. "Stone!" Reika quickly rushed around the large, newly furnished kitchen, full of everything he knew she liked best.
And as she ran her hands over the unlit new cast iron range, and then the copper pots on the walls, and finally to the large sink with running water—hot and cold—her squeals got louder and louder.
Before he could blink, she dashed into him, and he wrapped his arms around her. "You like it?"
When she pulled back, the excitement and joy dancing in her eyes made him want to kiss her. "Oh, so much, Stone. Is this truly mine?"
He nodded. "Not only that, but your seating area for your restaurant is through there." He waved toward one of the doors. "And our new home is upstairs."
She eyed him a beat. "So all those excuses of you claiming to be too busy to go look at places was a lie?"
He traced her cheek. "Not a lie, exactly. I'd already seen and found this place, but I didn't want to show it to you until I had all the upgrades done." He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Flushing toilets, hot water, and even electric lights."
Instead of words, Reika moved his head so she could kiss him.
He wrapped his arms around her and took it deeper, licking, and tasting, and letting her know with confident strokes how much he loved her.
When she finally pulled back, they both breathed heavily. "I think we should bless the kitchen with that fantasy of yours before it's no longer possible."
Since he'd told her of how he wanted to fuck her on a table in the kitchen, with her only wearing an apron, his cock instantly took notice and turned hard. "I don't know if there's an apron here."
Mischief danced in her eyes. "Would it be so terrible to fuck me naked?"
As she started to unbutton her shirt, he growled, batted her hands aside, and did it five times faster.
In less than a minute, his wife was naked in front of him. He kissed her, lifted her, and walked toward the large table situated in the center of the room.