Bonus Epilogue
Candy
Twenty Years Later
I walk through the doors of City Hall and head straight to the mayor’s office. The last couple of weeks have been crazy. Our oldest child just got married, our sixteen-year-old is being dramatic -as always- and I’ve been so busy preparing for the next chapter of my and the girl’s story…Food Network.
One of the producers came through our tiny town and stopped by our shop. The rest, as they say, is history. To make things even crazier…they want to film the series in my kitchen. A proposal the other girls were more than okay with. Our house has been a madhouse with the show and the wedding all taking place there. It’s one of the reasons I’m here today, but not the only one.
When I enter the office, the ninety-year-old grandmother who’s deceptively strong and lively, looks up at me with a big grin. She nods her head and squares her shoulders. She’s telling me without saying a word that she’s going to make sure we’re not going to be disturbed. And I love her for it.
I open the door as quietly as I can, slip in, and quickly close it behind me. Sitting behind the desk is my loving husband, the town’s mayor. He looks up as I come in and a smile immediately appears on his face.
“Candy, did you bring me something sweet to eat, baby.”
“Maybe? But first, we have to talk.”
His eyes widen and the smile on his face loses some of its brightness. “That doesn’t sound good. What do you want to talk about, my love?”
We’ve been married long enough that my husband knows what ‘we need to talk’ means. He takes my hand and pulls me over to the couch situated on one side of the office. Instead of letting me sit next to him, he pulls me into his lap to sit on him.
“Why don’t you take your coat off and get comfortable, sweet girl.”
Even after all these years, he still calls me his girl. It tempts me to say to hell with talking and do exactly as he says but I want to get this out of the way first.
“No, I need to ask you a question and I want to do it before you kiss me into forgetfulness, Storm Carson.”
“Okay, darlin’, let’s figure this out so I can unwrap my treat.”
I know what treat he wants. He always wants it, and I love it.
“I was talking to Pam about other shows and cooks on the different shows they do.”
“Oh shit.”
I can’t fight the smile that finally breaks across my face. He knows what this is about.
“I happened to ask her about Doug. At first, she couldn’t remember him but then she told me his show had been canceled mid-way through its first season because the executives received a manila folder with some damaging information about their newest star.”
“Oh, imagine that. You just never know people really, do you?”
I narrow my eyes at his words.
I eventually told Storm about Doug, the chef who ruined my budding career as a restaurant chef - not that I have any regrets at all. It wasn’t that I was trying to keep it from him, but when it came out, I would have thought Storm would have been infuriated about it. Instead, he offered me kisses between my legs and gave me so many orgasms I couldn’t remember what we were talking about afterward. But Pam, my producer, cleared it all up suddenly.
“Hmm, the only reason she even remembered him was because the day they brought him into the office to fire him, he was rocking a black eye, a broken nose, and his wrist was in a cast.”
For a moment, there is a flash in Storm’s eyes as I tell him what Pam told me. Then he gives himself away.
“Ribs too. His ribs were…”
He stops talking and looks at me with the cutest caught look on his face.
“Ah ha! I knew you did that to him! That’s why when I brought it up you distracted me and wasn't more angry.”
A thought sinks into my mind with the subtlety of a bullet. “Wait, that was before me and you…”
“I knew I was in love with you from the moment you got out of your car and brought all that big attitude with you. I wanted to find out everything about you to increase my chances of making you fall in love with me. When I found out about Doug,”
he says the word like it’s a dead animal in the flour barrel, “all I could think about was killing him.”
“Oh, thank God you didn’t. He’s so not worth it. And I love the life we made together and that might not have happened if I hadn’t run into Doug. In a way, he led me to you.”
“Which is why I only rearranged his face for him.”
“I love you, my wild, wonderful Storm.”
I stand up in front of him. “And the thought of you taking care of me right from the start…well…,”
I unbutton my long coat and open it to show him what’s underneath.
Nothing. At. All.
“It just made me realize how badly I have to have you.”
“You came into City Hall like this!?”
He shouts it but his eyes never leave my body.
I answer by giving him a long, slow nod. “You want to spank me?”
“Oh sweetheart…I’m going to do more than spank you. You aren’t leaving this office without my love bites all over your little body. And even then, I might carry you and not let you out of my fucking sight.”
I back up slowly and move towards the door, I locked it when I came in, but my husband doesn’t know that. I let the coat fall from my body and pool on the floor. I take off running with my husband chasing after me. I feint for the door but instead at the last minute, make my way around his desk. He chases me around it for a little while before he performs a tricky move and grabs me from behind. I’m laughing so hard I can barely get his name out as he tosses me over his shoulder and brings me back to the couch. The couch he put in this office just for me when I come visit him here.
I love the fact Storm is the mayor of our town. I love that it is our town. And I’m so proud of all the hard work he puts in to keep our town running. I’m most proud of the kind of father and husband he is and how warm and friendly he is. He lays me on the couch and slowly crawls over me so he can cover me in kisses.
“Did you tell Rebecca to keep people out?”
“Mm, I didn’t have to. She gave me a smile and a nod.”
“Poor lady is used to me chasing my wife around my desk.”
“Well, it might help that her granddaughter married our son.”
I giggle at the thought of how close everyone in this town is. And we’re only going to grow closer since I’m pretty sure our daughter, Breeze, is going to marry Lolly’s son, Trey. Thank God we have a few more years before any of that. Right now, I couldn’t be happier. And I have…bigger things to handle.
His big thick cock presses against my thigh and like Pavlov’s dog, my body readies for him. My heart beats faster, my breasts grow heavy, and the flesh between my legs grows wet and needy. If the grin on his face is any sign, Storm realizes exactly what he is doing to me.
Our mouths meet as our tongues entwine. His hand drops to my bare breast shocking a gasp from me. Even after all these years, he still knows how to take my breath and make me blush.
“Mmm, I haven’t had my favorite candy in too long.”
The way he says the words causes my sex to become drenched. I love it when his voice gets all low and he does that growly thing with it.
I know exactly where my husband is headed and help him by spreading my legs. He gives me the growl I was waiting for and makes me even wetter than I already am.
“Looks like you want what I want too, sweet girl.”
And cue the blush! His eyes are on me moments before his mouth comes down on me. He laps at me with his tongue before burying his face in the center of me. He builds me up as he eats up all the sweet stuff I’ve just made for him and like always, my body starts thrumming and my back comes off the sofa as my world narrows to only contain his tongue, his big body, and my clit where he is sucking and nibbling.
My thighs shake around my lover’s head as he drives me over the edge sending me into the throes of an orgasm. Storm doesn’t wait for me to regain my balance, so to speak, before he rises above me and slides his big, thick length inside of me. The stretch I always feel when Storm enters me is one of my favorite things in this world. The connection between us it symbolizes is the ultimate high. I could never do without him, without his constant support, his skin sliding against mine - not even sexually sometimes - and the magic I feel every time we come together.
I wrap my legs around him and let him ride me to another release as he finds his own, splashing my womb with his essence. Do we still have that breeding kink where he loves cumming inside of me and I love feeling it? You bet your sweet cream puffs we do!
Our mouths meet once more as both of us hold one another and catch our breath. Storm flips us so that I am lying across him and he is under me. The quiet after the chaos that is our lovemaking is the best. It’s the golden rays of the sun gently lighting a room, the warm hug of a favorite blanket after a winter storm, the smile of the one you love when you walk into the room. It is the sweetest treat in life!
The End!