“Why?” And she reaches out for my hand. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”
I lie next to her, kissing her shoulder, her face, her lips. “No. And neither will I.” Never. This is merely the start of our forever.
EPILOGUE
ALEIDA
Four years later
Some things are so good you can barely believe when they happen. Alphonse is asleep. He’s finally asleep. I watch my baby breathing, deep, steady breaths as he lies, all stretched out on his crib. He’s been like this ever since he was born. Wherever we lie him down, he’s going to occupy the entire space.
How long has it been since he slept like this? A week? God, I had forgotten how he looked when he was relaxed.
I check the electronic nanny one last time, then tiptoe out of the room. We were lucky to find a two-bed apartment in this area at such a price. It helped the owner was afraid of Keegan, who kept shooting him dark glances. A chuckle leaves my lips. The funny part is Keegan does that with every man that comes close to me, but the owner took it seriously. And turns out, it helped us.
Keegan’s notorious bad temper comes in handy more often than I’d like to admit.
Closing the door to Alphonse’s room, I adjust the plaque with his name, then make my way to the living room. Keegan sits on the couch, eyes on his phone. From the depth of his frown, I bet he’s talking to his agent. Ever since he abandoned the illegal fights and entered pro boxing, he’s been having more to worry about.
I stand behind him, then grab his shoulders to massage the tension out of them. An impossible task, I’m aware. “Alphonse is asleep.”
He shoots me a quizzical look. “You’re joking.”
“Nope. Dropped like a log.”
“Impossible.”
I chuckle. “Well, I can’t blame you for doubting it. But it’s the truth.”
Keegan grips my fingers, then tugs me closer. I circle the couch to sit next to him, and he folds an arm around my shoulders, bringing me closer. He kisses me, one of those slow kisses that melts me on the spot.
“I was trying to massage you,” I tell him. “You seem stressed out.”
“Love, I’m always stressed out with this guy. He keeps changing his mind on the fights. I’m fighting Saturday, then no, it’s Friday. Then it’s back to Saturday again.” And he releases a pent-up sigh, dropping the phone on the couch.
“Maybe you should find a new agent,” I suggest, kneading on his hard thigh. There’s no way I’m relaxing him with some massage, though. He’s too stressed for that. Maybe I should try another approach.
“Maybe I should,” Keegan replies, stroking my cheek. “This is so weird to say, but my name means something in the sport now. People actually know me. I think I can find a better agent if I want to.”
“I agree. We don’t make huge bucks, but it’s already good enough for me to stay home with Alphonse.” At least for the first couple of years. Keegan has been saving up to put me through college, too. He thinks I should have a cushion in case something happens to him.
I can’t bear the thought of something ever happening to him. It’s a dangerous sport, but Keegan is careful, and he’s grown even more so after Alphonse was born. He works hard on his dodging game, especially with hits to the head. Even when I get butterflies at the beginning of every fight, he’s so good at it, so it’s no surprise when he comes home untouched.
Keegan nods. “That settles it then. I’m finding a new agent. One who can keep his dates straight.”
I smile at him, then kiss his face. A fire starts deep inside me. We have had little time since Alphonse was born, and we had to sneak sex into small moments. Moments like this. I’m ready to go in two seconds when I look at him. That’s how much I love this man, how hard I desire him.
After having Alphonse, I thought Keegan would lose some of his fire for me. I was already a curvy girl, and pregnancy wasn’t easy on me. Keegan somehow thinks I’m even hotter now. Maybe it’s because I got even bigger breasts, but he’s even crazier about me now than he used to be, and that’s a balm to my sensitive self-esteem.
“Now, back to relaxing you,” I say, then slide down the couch to kneel between his legs.
Keegan’s face changes. It goes pure lust in one second flat, eyelids going heavy, his jaw clenching. “You sure you don’t want to sit on my face? I’m dying to eat that pretty cunt of yours.”
My panties grow slick, but I manage to focus as I unbelt his pants. “Maybe later. I’m a bit thirsty now.” And I lick my lips for emphasis.
“Shit,” he drawls on, putting both arms on the back of the couch. Keegan says he loves to enjoy the sight. He says there’s no better thing than watching me, either riding or sucking him. My man is obsessed with me, and I adore it.
Fishing his hard cock from his pants, I part my lips and lick long, slow stripes from base to head. A bit of teasing, flicking my tongue at the slit. Suck his balls and watch him close his eyes in delight. Only then do I let his cock slide over my tongue, all the way to the back of my throat.
Keegan shoots out a hand and grips my hair. He groans hard, but doesn’t move. He loves fucking my mouth, but today I want to do it all by myself. I bounce my head on his lap, giving him all the pleasure he’s always so keen on giving me. I pick up my speed, hollowing out my cheeks, then watch for the signs and ready myself. When his body tenses, his breath grows shallow and sharp, I know he’s coming. Keegan explodes on my tongue and I drink it all up, moaning at the salty taste.
I let it pop free from my mouth and meet his gaze. The fire in his eyes burns so bright I know we’re nowhere near done. He shoots me a hungry grin, then kisses my lips, hands burying into my hair.
We’re nowhere near done, and I’m the happiest girl ever because of that.
THE END