Epilogue
GREER
One Year Later
“Just a few more snips, Mr. Doodle,” I tell the Golden Retriever as I clip his backside.
Months ago, when I took him on as a client, he was terrified of the clippers. But with positive reinforcement by way of treats and scratches, he now takes his grooming like a pro.
“See, that wasn’t so bad.”
I put him on a leash and bring him out into the waiting room, where his mom, Lisa, is waiting.
Lisa squats and gives Mr. Doodle some loving scratches. “How’d he do?”
“I wish every pup was as well-mannered as Mr. Doodle.”
“Well, there’s no better groomer than Mrs. Greer Blackwood.” Lisa winks. “Congratulations, by the way. I heard the ceremony was beautiful.”
I take a long breath and allow myself to relive the magical feelings, if only for a moment. “Thank you. It was small and simple, yet it still feels like it was all a fantasy.”
Lisa smiles. “That’s just how true love is.”
After I see her out, I find Kellan leaning against the half-wall that separates the reception desk from the grooming floor, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in that quietly amused way he’s perfected over the past twelve months.
It’s hard not to gawk at his perfect, tense muscles that stretch the sleeves of his shirt, and I know that once I start undressing him with my eyes, my brain will turn to jelly, so I avert my gaze back to my clipboard.
“You’re spoiling that dog worse than his actual mother does,” he says.
“I’m rewarding good behavior. There’s a difference.”
“Sure, keep telling yourself that.” He turns, heading back into the exam room where a cat named Mittens is recovering from surgery.
I head back to the grooming room and start sweeping the loose fur into a pile—gold, cream, a few rogue white hairs from the Bichon that was here earlier.
Kellan comes in, plucks the broom from my hand, and sets it against the counter.
“Hey, I have a husky coming in at noon I need to prepare for.”
Kell smiles, head tilting to the side, and brushes the pad of his thumb across my nose. “You’ve got fur on your nose again.”
I wiggle said nose. “Occupational hazard.”
He tilts my chin up, eyes boring into mine with a hungry look that sets my blood ablaze.
“Your next client doesn’t arrive for over an hour, and, as it turns out, I have a gap in my schedule—”
“Was that intentional?”
“It’s my lunch break.” He kicks the door shut, and bends to kiss me full on the lips.
This isn’t the first time a ‘gap’ shows up on both our schedules. In fact, it happens at least twice a week.
Kellan pushes me down into the rolly chair and drops to his knees. I don’t even wait for him to lift my skirt. I do it for him.
He pulls my panties aside, nostrils flaring as he takes in my scent. “Fuck,” he groans, burying his face between my thighs.
I dig my fingers into his scalp and grind against his handsome face. “Yes…like that…”
His tongue slides up my seam to my clit, falling into a steady rhythm meant to drive me mad.
I arch against the chair, throwing my head back, a cry stuck in my throat.
Pressure builds at my core as one thick finger penetrates me, followed by another.
“Kell,” I whimper, legs trembling. “I’m close…”
My body explodes, coming in wave after wave of intense spasms that make me babble in tongues.
Before the waves even subside, Kellan is on me, thumb pressed to my clit, cock pushing at my entrance.
“Fuck, baby—you look so damn incredible,” he pants, pushing his enormous head inside me.
“Hurry!” I plead, reaching down to feel where we’re joined.
“So…fucking…tight…” Kell grabs my hips and drives deep inside me, bottoming out in three savage thrusts.
“Come with me…” he pleads. “I need you to come…right…fucking…now…”
Just as he explodes deep inside me, his thick cock pulsing, I feel myself being pulled under by waves that are too powerful to fight, waves that blur the edges of my vision until there’s nothing left but him—Kellan—my husband buried to the hilt, filling me with ropes of thick, hot cum.
Long after our bodies calm, we stay locked together, his body hunched, forehead pressed to mine.
I sigh and muster the strength to say, “I’m going to need a lunch break to refuel from my lunch break.”
“I’ll place an order with the diner,” Kellan says as he pulls away, rising to a stand.
“Okay, but you better order mine for two.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Did our lunch break leave you that famished?”
“No, I’m just eating for two now,” I say nonchalantly.
He blinks, eyes narrowing. “Really?”
I get up from the seat, adjust my panties and smooth my skirt. “What, ya can’t tell?” I turn, jut my hips out, and rub my belly. There isn’t even a hint of a baby bump yet, but seeing the perplexed look on Kellan’s face makes me giggle. “I’m only about ten weeks.”
Before I know what’s happening, I’m in his arms being smothered by kisses.
His laugh breaks halfway through the kisses, turning into something rough and almost disbelieving.
“Ten weeks?” he repeats, pulling back just enough to search my face. “Are you serious?”
I nod. “Dead serious. I found out last week, but I decided to repeat the test, just to make sure.”
For a split second, he just stares at me, then, he presses his eyes closed, and shudders. “We’re…we’re having a baby?”
“Yep.”
He drops to his knees in front of me and presses his palm to my stomach like he can already feel something there. He mumbles a bunch of promises that bring tears to my eyes.
Then, he stands and gathers me close again. “Thankfully, the addition to the house is almost complete. We’ll look at furniture tomorrow.”
“You know we have months to prepare, right?”
“That’s all?” he says in a voice tinged with mock panic. “We still need to decorate the room—and figure out which stroller to get.”
“I’m just saying, let’s relax a little and enjoy the ride.”
He sighs, tilts my face up, and looks me in the eye. “How about I let you lead?”
“Okay, but I must warn you—I like lavender over pink, and don’t expect to get out of diaper duty.”
“Is that all?”
“It is until I can’t think up something else.”
“Then you have yourself a deal.”
The End