Epilogue
Five Months Later
Cade
“Stella, are you sure you’re okay with this?” I traipse across the living room with Nicholas in my arms and two diaper bags on my shoulder. I’ve got four sets of clothes, diapers, teething rings, a snot sucker, some diaper wipes, a couple of stuffed animals, and a kitchen sink in here. You can’t be too prepared.
“Of course, I’m okay with this.” She wipes her hands on a dishtowel and lays it over her shoulder.
I pull Nicholas closer to my side and survey the room for hidden dangers. The coffee table edges are too sharp. I should have brought the cushion guards. The windows. I wrinkle my nose. “The curtains. The pulldowns need to be tied up.”
“Cade, he’s four months old and can only roll over. He’s not going to run over to the curtains and swing from the ropes.”
“Fine.” I drop the bags into the coffee table.
Lola breezes through the door wearing a sundress and her hair pulled up into a loose bun. Several tendrils of hair curl down along her neck. “Hello, Stella.”
“Sweetheart.” Stella beams, rushes across the living room floor, and pulls Lola into her arms. “You look beautiful today.”
“Thank you.”
“Now, don’t worry about a thing. I’ve taken care of more boys than you ever will.” She pats Lola’s back and steps to the side. They both turn and stare.
“I’m fine.” I glare at the two of them and lift Nicholas out in front of me. His enormous blue eyes stare at me with complete adoration and trust. He’s the perfect baby. He poops too much, doesn’t sleep enough, and has peed in my face twice. But I wouldn’t trade him for anything.
“Sweet boy, you be good. Okay?” He grins, and a line of drool slides out of his lips. What asshole leaves his kid and never sees him again? I’ll never understand how my father left and never came back. Nicholas will never have to worry about that. This is the first time we’ve left him for more than a couple of hours.
“He’ll be fine.” Stella marches over and snatches him from my hands. “Come here, big boy. Grandma can’t wait to get her greedy hands on you. I won’t put you down all day, and I’ll smother you with kisses.”
Well, when she puts it like that, I raise my eyebrows and give Lola a wolfish grin. We can all have a good day.
“Stop it.” She flushes and crosses her arms over her chest. God, it’s so adorable that she doesn’t want Stella to know what we’re leaving to do.
“Honey.” Stella pats her arm. “Go home and enjoy the day.”
“We’re–”
“Not going shopping.” I grab her hand and kiss the back of her skin. “We’re going home so I can hold you all day and smother you with kisses.”
“Gawd.” She shudders, and her breath quickens.
“The doctor gave you permission to return to sexual activity, right?” Stella holds Nicholas in the crook of her arm as he studies us.
Don’t fall for it. Don’t stare at those cute eyes and take him back home. We’ve had plans for the last three nights to have sex, and he’s interrupted each attempt. Not that we haven’t worked in a quickie or ten, but I want to feast on her. To drive her past the point of no return. To show her how much I worship her and have fallen more in love with her as she cares for our son.
“Yes, Stella. Everything is good. It’s been good.” I turn to Lola. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” She nods and blinks back tears. “I can do this.”
I put my finger under her chin. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She smiles. “I’m positive.”
“Thank God.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Are you feeling neglected?”
“No, you’ve been.” I wave at Stella, ignore my son’s adorable face, and rush Lola out the door.
***
Lola
As he secures the last restraint to the bedpost, I wiggle my fingers.
“Is anything too tight?”
“No.” Every inch of my body is on fire. It’s been months since we explored the steamy side of intimacy, and I’m about to jump out of my skin.
His fingers trail down my arm, causing goosebumps to pop on my flesh. “What’s the safe word?”
“Relinquish.” Using control as the safe word no longer fits our relationship. We’ve long since relinquished control. We’re partners and soulmates–in the bedroom or wherever we are.
“That’s it, baby.” He slides off the bed and stands at the edge of the mattress. He’s fully clothed in jeans and a T-shirt while I’m completely exposed to him. “Are you ready to be destroyed?”
“Yes, please.” I wiggle against the mattress, but he doesn’t move. His eyes trail up and down my body as if he’s seeing me for the first time.
Shit.I’ve got stretch marks and an extra ten pounds of fat on my stomach. What if he no longer finds me attractive? Sweat breaks out on my forehead, and I tug on the restraints even though I know they won’t budge. The desire to hide is intense. We’ve had sex since the baby, but it’s been in the dark or quick. This is going to be anything but.
“Beautiful.” He looks into my eyes. “You’re beautiful. Everything about you is perfect. You’re an amazing mother with a body meant to be feasted on.” My shoulders relax as his words ease some of the tension. Not all of it, but enough.
He crawls onto the mattress between my legs and strokes my thighs. “Every inch of you is perfection.” He lays down and licks along the sensitive flesh on the interior of my thighs. My entire body quivers at his touch–it’s light, with barely enough pressure for me to feel him. I want more. I want it all. But I know he’s going to take his time–dragging out every shudder from my body before he lets me crash on the other side.
With each flick of his tongue, he inches closer to my core. I raise my pelvis toward his face, but he dodges my advances. “Such a sweet pussy.” His hot breath fans over me, sending a shockwave straight to my toes. My breasts ache, but there’s no relief in sight. “Do you want me to taste you?”
“Please,” I mew and push my ass into the mattress. I want to press my thighs together to relieve the ache, but with my ankles restrained, I can’t even do that.
“Poor baby, how bad do you want to come?”
“So bad,” I groan and close my eyes. My chest heaves as I suck in gulps of air.
He swipes his finger over my clit in a circular motion and leans back. I snap my eyes open and stare at him in anger.
“What’s wrong?”
What I wouldn’t give to smack that cocky ass grin off his smug face. He laughs and settles his mouth over my clit. Fuck, yes. I sink into the mattress as some of my frustration seeps from my body.
Each twirl of his tongue against my throbbing flesh is heaven. A heaven I don’t want to ever leave. I love him more today than I did a year ago. Watching him hover over our son is priceless. I can’t wait to have a girl and watch his head spin. He deserves it after all this delicious torture.
Slowly, he eases a finger along my slit and dives inside. “Ye-e-e-es.” God, that feels so good.
“I’ve missed this, baby. I’ve missed this so much,” he growls. The sound of desperation in his voice is nearly my undoing. He works in and out of my center as my pussy sucks at his digits.
“God, yes.” I close my eyes and descend into the sensations. My mind floats as he draws me closer to orgasm and then stops his movements. “Damn you.” Son of a bitch. Of course, he stops.
Neither my begging nor pleading increases his motions. His touch remains barely on this side of my consciousness until I’m ready to shove his head into the toilet and flush. He’s going to pay for this. So bad.
“Are you ready to come?”
“What the fuck do you think?” I glare at him. He unbuckles his jeans and shoves them down his hips. At the same time, he works his thumb over my clit, and his fingers pierce over my G spot. I gasp, and he increases the pressure.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Suck my fingers deeper.” The sound of him working into my sex fills the room, and I fucking fly into a million pieces.
“Fu-u-u-u-u-uck.”
“Such a sweet pussy.” He withdraws his fingers, boosts my hips as high off the mattress as he can, and slices his cock deep into my quivering pussy. Each inch of his shaft stretches and fills me until his balls hit my ass.
“Fucking tight. Just like this.” His fingers dig into my hips, and he fucks me like a machine. My tits jiggle with each lunge of his hips, and my hands ball into fists. Being denied access to him pisses me the fuck off.
I growl deep in my throat while, at the same time, my body tightens and tries to drag him deeper. I need the friction, the lunging, the total claiming of my body. As much as I fight the restraints, the higher I go. His body is hard and tight as it slaps against me. His heavy pants fill the room and cause my brain to spin. He’s eroticism at the ultimate level.
When I don’t think I can take anymore without losing my mind, his fingers twist and tug on my nipples. “Oh, God, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I slam into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. Lights flash behind my eyes, and I question if I’ll ever come out on the other side.
“Fuck,” he grunts and spasms against me.
For several seconds, I forget to breathe and bathe in the euphoria. After he removes the restraints, I still lay there, spent, and exhausted. He wraps me into his arms and lays my head on his chest. “I’m tying you up the next time,” I murmur against his chest.
He chuckles. I lean up on my elbow and trail my fingernail over his chest, along with his abdomen, and caress my finger over his dick. “I’m not kidding. Get ready for round two, where I ride the fuck out of you, and you can’t do a damned thing about it.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He clasps my face into his hands and stares into my eyes. “I’ll do whatever you ask. If it makes you happy, I’m down for it. Forever.”
***
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