Epilogue
Allister
Eighteen months later
"It's crooked." Leah giggles as she steps around and runs her hands up my chest and back down, grabbing me and pressing her pregnant belly into my back. She's nearly nine months along, and it could happen any time now.
"It's unique." I reach up to the top of the tree and try one last time to straighten the wooden star. It's homemade, carved by my own hands, and I still have the cut in my palm to prove it.
It holds for a second, then shifts and tips the other way, but with her pressed against me, I don't give a shit about the damn star.
I thought she was sexy before, thought I couldn't keep my hands off her, but with her belly full of me? Shit, I'm on her so many hours a day it's a miracle I haven't knocked her up again by sheer force of will.
I lower my hands to cover hers where they're locked around my middle, then turn to face her and loop her arms around my back, keeping us pressed as one.
"It's still crooked." She pouts, but she knows it won't do any good.
"I'm going to make you crooked in a second, little girl. Crook those legs over my shoulders and let me feast on this pussy. I could live on you. You know that, don't you?"
"Well, as much time as you spend down there, you practically do live on me. When you tossed out all my panties after the wedding, I was pretty sure, but honest to God, Allister Marshall, you've only gotten worse."
I look down into those deep, chocolate-brown eyes, and I'm the one who melts. She's got the drop on me, and she knows it. Her cheeks are pinker these days. The more her belly grows, the more stunning she gets.
"No, baby. I've gotten better. How long does it take you to cum when I get my mouth on you? Hmm? Ten seconds, maybe?"
She shakes her head, and her hair shifts over her shoulders. "Eleven." She narrows her eyes, trying to be snarky, but the little flames are already flickering there.
"You want to set the timer?" I drop a hand from her neck and ease it down her back, watching her shiver. Then I take her mouth in mine. "See if we can do the same with my fingers? Give me ten seconds?"
Three seconds later, she's moaning, and my fingers are drenched in her sweet cunt. She's already dripping, and my cock is so hard it aches. Three seconds. Maybe a new record.
I taste the hint of mint chocolate I fed her earlier, and it lights up my tongue. It's Christmas Eve, and in a couple hours, the house will fill up with family, and the old staff, and even Wilson.
Leah's lips are full and sweet, dropping open as my tongue leaves her mouth to trace along her jaw, her throat.
All the while, my fingers are dancing in her folds. I slip my middle finger lower, watching her face as she watches mine, and find the spot on her front wall that drops her eyelids to half-mast.
"That's the spot, baby?"
She nods, unable to speak.
"You want my mouth?" I lean down to whisper in her ear, and her hips start to pulse against my hand. I love that almost as much as I love watching her cum. I love how sexy she is when she wants me. She wants what's hers, and only I can give it to her.
She shakes her head. "No." Her voice is far off already. "Fingers."
I'm more than happy to oblige. Truth is, as much as I love fucking her, fast or slow, hard or soft, that's not what drives me. My own pleasure is secondary. It's her. It's always been her.
The sounds she makes.
Knowing I'm making those noises come out of her.
The way her body drips and soaks me.
The thought that this beautiful creature is allowing me the honor of making her cum.
She's inside my soul, and I never want that feeling to end.
"God, baby, cum on my fingers. Show me who you are."
I push up and in, the rough pad of my palm grinding into her clit as I drive into her G-spot.
My free arm clasps around her waist, holding her steady as her legs lose their strength. She's walking on her own now. All the therapy did just what it should. But times like this, her knees still give out, and I have to be here to catch her. And I always will.
A second later, she's taking the Lord's name in vain right along with mine, and my hand is full of her slick release. But I push on. There's more in her, and I need it.
"One more, baby. Don't stop. Give me one more." I grunt into her ear and tighten my grip on her pussy, inside and out, milking another orgasm out of her until I'm holding her whole weight, and she's cursing and flowing down to my wrist.
Her breaths come fast and hot as her fingernails dig into my back.
"That's my girl. You're my best girl, you know that, don't you?" My teeth take a bite of her neck as the last of her climax shakes her, and the sighs come, the ones that always follow the screams.
"That was more than eleven seconds," she whispers into my chest. Damn minx. "You'll have to do better than that next time."
"Don't challenge me. Remember what happened last time?"
Her soft giggle goes straight through me. "Yes. I couldn't walk for a day and ended up knocked up."
"That's right. Next time, you just remember that."
After our small wedding, I set out to get her pregnant, and it took longer than I'd hoped. A few months in, Leah challenged me.
She knew she was ovulating, and she'd been getting sad, sure it was all her fault, betting we'd be one of those couples deciding between a surrogate and adoption. She said if she didn't get pregnant that night, we'd start figuring out another way to bring a child into our life.
Well, apparently, I took that challenge seriously. I filled her with so much cum over the next twenty-four hours that a week later, the little dipstick showed two lines. Six weeks after that, the first ultrasound showed not one but two little hearts fluttering inside my girl's womb.
How's that for rising to the challenge?
"You are an overachiever, you big brute." She looks up at me as I slip my fingers from her cunt, swipe them over my lips, and kiss her so she tastes herself.
We've settled into the mansion. It's where Leah wanted to be, and like I told her before, home for me is where she is. The four walls and a roof don't matter.
Decker and I handed daily operations of the Monarch clubs to Cindy, who's run the place for years anyway.
We're still involved with the expansion and the new locations, but neither of us spends much time on site, which suits Leah and May just fine.
Those two conspire enough as it is. We've livened the old place up with new artwork and furniture, and slowly but surely, it's becoming ours.
I pay for everything we do here, but the trust fund stays in Leah and May's names. Decker and I both signed pre-nups that will never let us touch a penny of their inheritance, and I wouldn't have it any other way. What's hers is hers, just like Decker with May.
"Your mom is bringing a couple of her friends.
She called yesterday, I forgot to tell you.
" Leah leans back, and I finally break our hug.
My cock is still hard, but he can wait. She took good care of me a few hours ago with that magic mouth of hers, and at midnight we'll be upstairs in the bathtub.
After a bath, it will be my monster's chance for another deep dive into her tight pussy.
"That's fine. She's doing great at the sober living house. I'm fucking proud of her. Sixteen months clean."
"I'm so proud of you for helping her, you know. For setting up the house and getting that whole operation going." Leah smooths her skirt down and licks her lips before walking over to the glimmering Christmas tree and fussing with some ornaments.
"She did the hard work. I just tried to set her up for success."
While Mom was in rehab, Leah decided to excise a few demons of her own. The driver who'd hit her family had been through treatment facility after treatment facility, only to fail every time he got out.
So Leah took to building sober houses like a lioness on the hunt. I helped her set up a non-profit with a big chunk of her inheritance, and we opened six homes, each one for a different kind of addiction.
Now Mom helps run the main house, the one for opiate and prescription addiction. The two most important women in my life have become as close as any mother and daughter, and it gets me every time.
May and Decker are working on baby number two. May got her panties in a twist when she found out Leah and I would have two before she and Decker did. Not at us, just stomping and glaring at Decker, and demanding he get her knocked up again, the second their first one's here.
She wants twins next time, or triplets if she can swing it. Decker just shook his head, smacked her behind, and about ten minutes later, the two of them disappeared upstairs for an hour. They keep a suite here for weekends and holidays, but they call Decker's place home.
Victor took his plea deal, and we've never seen or heard from him again. Word is, he decided the Cayman Islands would be a great long term vacation destination, so he spends a lot of time gone.
Wilson grew on me. Slowly, sure, but he's not a bad person. It didn't hurt his case when I learned a little about his past, taken out of his own home at eleven for abuse and neglect, separated from two younger sisters he never saw again. That kind of wound leaves a scar.
We've had a few man-to-man talks since the day he and Victor took the girls. He's dating Cindy now, and the two of them look headed down the aisle before long.
"Brutus." That's my nickname, but Leah only pulls it out when she really needs something, or when something's wrong.
I've settled on the sofa, watching her fuss with the Christmas tree.
"Baby? What?"
"I'm pretty sure I just had a contraction." Her smile lights up the whole room, and me with it.
"Are you sure?" I'm on my feet in two seconds.
"Yes. I thought maybe I had one earlier. But I just had another one."
"What do we do? Go to the hospital?" My mind is spinning.
"No, silly. I'm sure I've got hours. I think we're going to have a Christmas baby. It's nine o'clock now. I'm pretty sure the best Christmas present ever will be here tomorrow."
"Jesus. I'm so fucking happy. Are you sure we shouldn't go now? I think we should go now." I'm terrified something might go wrong.
"Calm down, I'm sure."
"Okay, but let me give you one of your presents now, in case we're busy tomorrow."
I step past her, brushing a hand across her belly before kneeling to fish out the one small box I hid under the tree. She's a terrible sneak. She's shaken every box, and I even caught her peeling up the tape on one to peek.
"Hey, I didn't see that one." She gives me a quizzical look.
"Yeah, I buried it under all the others so you couldn't cheat."
"Gimme!" She's got grabby hands, and I don't fight it. I set the little square box in her open palms.
"Merry Christmas, my love."
She's tearing off the wrapping paper like a little kid. Only, this gift is not what she's expecting. I've managed to find or commission every unicorn piece of jewelry I could think of. She has to swap them out to give each one its proper attention.
I watch her face, giddy as a kid myself. Her reaction is priceless.
"What, are you kidding me?" She bounces on her tiptoes, holding the splayed-out cards.
"I told you I was going to tattoo your sweet ass."
We've had an ongoing battle about tattoos. She wants a unicorn tattoo, but she hates needles. I don't care one way or the other. She'd be beautiful with ink or without.
"I had them each designed by a separate tattoo artist. Some of the best in the country."
"Oh my God, you are the best gift giver ever!"
I reach down to cup her cheeks and plant a kiss on her smiling lips. "One condition."
"What?" She's already pulled away, plopping down cross-legged on the floor to spread all fifty-two temporary unicorn tattoos out where she can see them. "I was sure I was getting blueberry Poptarts again."
"Santa may still come through on that, but you have to be a very good girl." I tease, but she's not listening.
Even sitting down like this, she barely struggles now. She's worked her ass off in therapy to get her legs nearly all the way back. Girl's a beast when she sets her mind to something.
"I get to decide where each one goes. Each one will last a week. So there are fifty-two. I get to decide where, and I get to put it on."
She can barely keep still, picking each one up to admire the intricate artwork.
"I can live with that." She holds a card to her heart and looks up at me. The twinkle in her eyes undoes me. "I love you, Brutus. I love being your unicorn."
"I love you too, precious."
With that, we're lining up the tattoos by week and picking out each beautiful spot on her body. By the time the first guests are due, I've planted the first temporary tattoo on her ripe, round belly.
"Merry Christmas." I stand up, admiring what's mine. After the tattoo, I have to treat myself to a sweet little cunt feast, of course.
"Maybe you need a different kind of therapy to get you up and moving. I'm not going to walk around all night with this in the front of my pants. You just stay put, keep those legs wide, and that pussy wet. My dick's in need of a little Christmas cheer of its own."
With that, I'm buried inside her to the hilt, the two of us singing our own kind of Christmas carols.
"Merry Christmas to you. Now go get ready for our guests. I'm in no condition to walk for a few minutes."
It takes four rings of the doorbell before I finally make it down the hall, Leah fussing after me to come back and carry her around the rest of the night. Her thighs are quivering, and her pussy is dripping. Just how I like it.
Seems a baker's dozen orgasms didn't do much for her ability to walk. I don't fight the grin pulling at my mouth as I open the door.
There's May and Decker, and little Emily.
"What took you so long to answer the dang door, ogre man? And where's my sister?" May marches in, handing Emily to Decker and calling for Leah.
"She's in the bedroom." I chuckle.
"I'm sure she is." May bobs her head and rolls her eyes at me. "You two may have waited, but you sure are making up for lost time. Beasts. That's what I say. You are both beasts." Her voice fades as she heads to the back hall and our bedroom.
Decker's half-grin acknowledges what we both know.
"Worth the wait." Decker nods at that.
"More than." I slap my hand on his shoulder. We may have been some of the oldest virgins known to mankind before we met our girls, but neither of us would change a thing.
"I agree, my friend. I agree." Decker crosses his arms as both our girls come giggling and prancing out of the back hallway toward us.
Both of us big, dumb oafs, smiling like little kids on Christmas morning.