Epilogue
Epilogue
Aron, three months later
T urns out the hospital board of directors are as stuffy and judgmental as I thought they would be on the topic of their head OR doctor shacking up with a twenty-year-old. But my skills are hard to come by and though I wish the disdainful looks weren’t part of my daily routine, I suck it up, knowing it could have gone down a darker path.
In the end, we all care about our patients and me marrying someone half my age doesn’t interfere with my work. It just stomps on their misplaced morals a bit, I guess. Love and age never have to mix. Shocker, I know. But don’t try telling those stuffed asshats otherwise.
“I can’t believe we got this wedding planned so fast.” Willow looks up at me from underneath her lashes from her spot snuggled under the covers of our bed. “And I can’t believe I let you talk me into sleeping here tonight instead of spending the night before our wedding at my brother’s house. You’ll see me first thing in the morning. Don’t you think that’s bad luck?”
I stand at the bedside and look down at my little ballerina indulgently as I strip off the dress shirt and trousers I wore to our rehearsal dinner. “I get to wake up with you naked and wet in my arms. I don’t see bad luck there.”
What I don’t say is that there is no way in hell I am letting her sleep anywhere but in my arms. I don’t care if it is the night before our wedding. We’ve spent enough time waiting to find our way back to each other. Since the night I brought her back here, we have slept together every night, even on the nights I had a late shift or she had a performance. It doesn’t matter if our days ended at four in the morning. We always end the day back here in each other’s arms.
Undressed, I slide in beside Willow. She immediately curls her naked body into mine, throwing an arm over my chest and hitching her knee over my thigh.
How did I manage to live without her?
I tighten my arms around her and stroke a gentle caress on her taut belly. The one thing that will make our life perfect is when Willow’s slim body is swollen with my baby.
It hasn’t happened yet and not for the lack of trying. I guess these things take time.
Willow gave her last professional performance last month. She explained after our engagement party a couple of months back that it is only a matter of time before she becomes pregnant, and she didn’t want to do anything to harm our baby, and that included the rigorous training involved in being a professional dancer. So she gave her company notice shortly before her last performance.
At the time, I had been thrilled. Dancing took up a huge amount of her time and knowing she spent hours every day dancing in the arms of other men did not make me happy. Petty but whatever.
My own crazy hours don’t help either. I’ve started scaling back my hours at the hospital too.
But now, on the eve of our wedding, I’m feeling a little uneasy about all that she is giving up to be with me. I want her by my side, but I never want her to resent me.
She presses a kiss to my shoulder and despite my serious thoughts, blood shoots to my cock and I’m rock solid for my wife-to-be.
She tips her face up to me, and I can just make out her gorgeous features in the ambient light of the city beyond our windows.
“What’s wrong, Aron?” Her voice is soft and sweet in the darkness.
I shake my head. Despite the short time together and her relative innocence, she has an uncanny ability to read my moods.
There’s no point in hiding my thoughts. “I don’t want you to be sorry you gave up dancing for me.”
She turns a quizzical look at me. “But you were willing to sacrifice so much for me? A man with your reputation had a lot to lose by taking me as your fiancé.”
She shakes her head against me, sending strands of silky hair out to caress and tease my chest. And then she laughs a soft sound that has my balls drawing up tight and ready to fill her with my seed.
“Silly. I didn’t give up dancing.”
Shock ratchets through me and I slide my hands down to grip her hips tightly. “What do you mean?”
“I didn’t give up dancing. I gave up being a professional dancer.”
I rake my gaze from her face to the luscious curves of her breasts pillowed against my chest. And the delicious bit of her piercings. I can feel the tips hardening, proving I have the same effect on her body.
“Explain,” I command. At the same time, I move her over me.
“Dancing is dancing.”
She straddles me and I move her quickly over my cock, finding her pussy hot, wet and ready for me. I lift my hips and pushed her down in one swift move, impaling her with my thick cock.
“Oh.” The sound breaks from her on a startled moan and she tightens her knees on my hips. “Aron, I love dancing. But doing it professionally for the rest of my life was never my dream.”
Surprise ripples through me at the same time she starts to rock her hips over me, sliding me back and forth inside her tight, hungry little pussy.
“It wasn’t?” I manage to get out as I use my hands on her hips to move her up and down harder.
“No…oooo.” Her cry is cut off as my rigid length hits that spot deep inside her that makes her go wild. She launches up on her knees and then sits down again, hard. She does it over and over, picking up speed as she rides me. “Aron!”
“Tell me what you need, baby.” I buck my hips, driving my cock up to meet her each time she slides down, filling her completely.
“I need…I-I need.” She throws her head back and her long hair tickles my thighs. Her nails dig into my chest as her body starts to bow. “I need to cum. Oh, I need to cum so bad, Aron. Please, baby.”
I clench my jaw as I fight to hold back my own pleasure. I grip her harder and I thrust up into her over and over again as she begs incoherently for release.
“Come, baby,” I groan out, as I thrust deep and pull her down.
She screams out my name as her body shudders over and over again with her pleasure. Her velvet walls clamp around on my cock and set me off at the same time. I hold her on top of me as I ride out my pleasure and feed ropes of hot cum to her greedy pussy.
I give us a few minutes to recover, but the minute she collapses over me I roll her until I loom over her, my cum spilling out from the place where our bodies remained joined.
“Tell me, Willow.”
She blinks up at me, and I see her struggling to come back down to reality. When her eyes finally clear a slow, sweet smile tugs the corners of her mouth. She cups my jaw. “Don’t you know that you were always my dream, Aron? Yes, I love dancing, but I never cared if I was turning pirouettes through the living room or doing a grand jeté across a stage. I’ve always just been happy if I was dancing. My dream was never to be a prima ballerina.”
“It wasn’t?” My voice is hoarse with relief. I never want her life to feel like less because of me.
“It was not,” she confirms. “My dream, if you must know, was always to spend my life with you. To dance with you in our living room. To dance with you at our wedding.”
Emotions clog my throat as I see the truth shining in her eyes. I kiss her, trying to convey all the love I have welling up inside me for her. When I finally break the kiss and pull back a bit, I make a vow. “I’ll dance with you in our living room every day for the rest of our lives if that will make you happy.”
“I know,” Willow said. “You make my dreams come true every day, Aron.”
My heart stutters. “I hope so, sweetheart. You only have to tell me what you want, and I’ll move heaven and earth to make your dream come true.”
“Well, there is one more dream, but...” She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip.
“Name it. I’ll give it to you.”
She releases her lip and flashes one of the most radiant grins I’ve ever seen. “The thing is, you’ve already done everything you need to do to make this one come true. Now all there is to do is wait.”
I draw my eyebrows together as I stare down at her. “Do you mean tomorrow? Something at our wedding?”
She laughs. “Well, you will make my dream of dancing with you at our wedding come true, but this one is going to take a little bit longer than a day.”
She grabs the hand I have buried in the bed near her shoulder and moves it down to her belly. “My other dream is to teach our daughter to dance.”
I flex my hand over her stomach as my mind scrambles to catch up with her words. “Our daughter?”
She nodded and then giggles. “Or son. I’d be happy to teach a son to dance, too.”
I melt over her as a level of joy beyond my current happiness thrums through my body and a feeling of completion moves into my soul. I pull her into my arms, holding her tightly.
All of my dreams have finally come true and I spend the rest of the night with the two most precious things in existence close to my heart.