Winter Baby Bump & Grind (Seasons in Montana: Winter)

10. Ryans Epilogue

THREE YEARS LATER

T he Ice Palace sports a balloon barrier attached to weights intended to block off the lower third of the rink for the smallest skaters coming for today’s joint birthday party. I set up the penguin-shaped skating aids while Mel puts the finishing touches on the private party room spanning the space between the hockey and public skate rinks. Looking around at the balloons and the Happy Birthday, Jolie and Jaxon banner, I think we’re all set.

In half an hour, the staff will arrive, and not long after that, the place will fill up with the excited screams of kids ranging in age between three and eight, all in celebration of the twins’ birthdays. With the help of a few friends and rink staffers, I’ll lead the on-ice games before we let them loose on a selection of sandwiches, chips, pizza and ice cream in the party room.

But until then, we’ve got the place to ourselves, and I don’t intend on wasting it.

“Mel?” I call out.

“Yeah?”

“You done? Can you meet me in the office? I need your help with something.”

“Okay!”

She appears in the doorway in a skater dress and bright red sneakers. “What do you need?”

“You.” The grin I give her is wolfish as I pull her into the office, slam the door shut, and lock it.

In the last three years, we’ve mastered the art of a quick and dirty quickie. It’s a skill that’s served us well and kept things fresh between fragmented sleep patterns and unpredictable nap schedules.

So the second I push her against the wall and kiss her, her hands fly all over me. Our tongues clash and her gasp ignites my passion for her as her fingers work to loosen my belt.

“Is this what you needed help with, baby?” She thrusts her hands into my pants, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and sliding her palm over me.

“That’s my good girl,” I rasp. “You know exactly what I need.”

I pump my hips into her hand and lift the edge of her skirt. My hand slides up her thigh and traces the edge of her lace panties.

“We’ve got fifteen, maybe twenty minutes, before people turn up. You can’t fuck up my hair, Ry. I won’t be able to fix it in time.”

“I don’t intend on fucking anything except you, Bunny.”

Hooking my finger on the thin material, I yank it down her thighs and nudge her over to the desk. She bends over, shooting me sultry look over her shoulder as she wiggles her ass, and I catch sight of something glinting in the light. It twinkles between her ass cheeks, and I flip her skirt up over her back to find a fucking heart-shaped purple gem peeking out of her anus.

I suck in a breath, recognizing the metal toy from the collection of toys she kept in her luggage the day she rolled back into my life. “Christ. Did you plan this?”

“What, a whole half hour of child-free alone time in a public space?” Mel laughs roughly as I slide my fingers over her soaked opening and circle her clit. “Of course I did. Happy anniversary! We’ve survived three years of parenthood.”

Laughing, I slip two fingers inside her channel and groan when her walls clench around me.

“We don’t really have a real anniversary, you know.” I stroke her slowly, coaxing her body into chasing my touch. I fucking love watching her take my fingers, my cock, in any of her glorious holes. “We never had an official ‘we’re together’ date, and then it all kind of… never really properly ended.”

“I never want it to end.”

“I don’t either, Bunny.” Straightening, I slide my cock through her juices and part her lower lips with my seeping tip. Then I bend over her and graze her ear with my teeth. “So marry me, Mel. Be my wife as well as the mother of my children.”

“ Yesss. Fuck yes.” She whines beneath me, wiggling to get more of me inside her.

“Yes, you’ll marry me?” I ask, sliding just the tip of my cock inside of her. “Or yes, you like what I’m doing to this sweet pussy of yours?”

“Of course I’ll marry you, but only if you make me cum before people turn up.”

I chuckle against her ear and slide into her heat. My strokes are long, slow, deliberate. Designed to drive her crazy, make her wild for me. It works because a few minutes later, she’s bucking and arching as she grips the edges of my desk and urges me on with heated words and filthy encouragement until I can’t help but drive into her hard.

“Yes, baby, come on, baby” she chants as I pick up the pace and reach between her legs to strum her clit. Then, with her thighs quaking, she comes with a gasp while I clench my teeth and fight off the urge to spill my seed into her.

“How about we go for two?”

Easing the toy out of her ass, I toss it onto a nearby towel and press my swollen tip against her back door.

“There’s no way you can do it in time.” She challenges even as she reaches back and spreads her ass cheeks for me in invitation.

Groaning, I feel the ring of muscle give way as I slide into her tightness. Once I’m fully seated, I reach around her hip and slide my hand between her thighs. She gasps when I find her clit and emits a low moan with every thrust of my hips.

“Should I come in this ass? Give you something to remember the moment you agreed to become my wife each time you feel me seeping out of you?”

“Do it, baby. I want to feel you pulse deep inside me. Fill me up.”

Goddamn, I love this woman . I grit my teeth and resist the urge to grab her hair, flexing my fingers around her hips as I piston into her and play with her pussy.

She meets my strokes, urges me to go hard. Fast. To come now.

And I do. I unload, pulsing with each spurt of my seed into her while her heat floods my hand, and her cries of pleasure fill my ears.

“I love you, Mel,” I say, planting a kiss on the side of her neck and withdrawing from her. Then, I clean both of us up and we quickly get ourselves in order in the rink’s locker room with all of three minutes to spare.

She leans in for a tender kiss and cups my cheek. “I love you, too, Ryan.”

She turns to go, but I call out to her.

“Wait. You can’t greet our guests without this.”

“Without what?”

I reach into my pocket and produce a golden ring topped with an oval yellow diamond with a halo of smaller white diamonds surrounding it. Taking hold of her left hand, I slip the ring into place as she holds a trembling hand to her mouth and her eyes shine with happiness.

“Oh, Ryan. It’s beautiful.”

“You’re the center of my world, Mel. My bright, beautiful sun, and I want to orbit around you for the rest of my days.”

She flings her arms around my neck and peppers my face with kisses. “You know, for a man who doesn’t always have a lot of words, you sure do come up with the right ones when it matters.”

Only for you, love.

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