EPILOGUE
C assidy braces her palms on my chest while increasing the tempo. I’m mesmerized as her breasts sway from the faster pace. My palms cup her pierced tits, thumbing at the metal stabbed through her nipples. She whimpers when I tug too roughly but shoves herself into my grasp for more.
Heat builds at the base of my spine when she clenches on the next downward glide. She grinds herself into my imbedded barbell and shudders at the impact. I plunge upward, giving her every inch she’s already taking. Cassidy’s hips begin to snap forward and back in a measured loop. A spasm clamps her pussy around my dick and I groan at the friction. Warmth rushes through me as she seats herself deep.
“You have the biggest cock. Ohhhhh, Drake. I might split in half from this thick girth. Give me more,” she pleads.
“You get everything from me, beauty. Always.”
Her eyes sparkle while she bites her lip. “Fuck me like you never want to stop.”
A hungry growl rumbles from me. My shaft feels like steel as I hammer into her. But it’s not enough. I drift a hand to her ass, using my grip to swerve us closer to the peak. My balls tighten and pressure squeezes me in desperation for release. The harsh slap of our skin joining echoes in the silence. Her nails dig into me, gaining balance and leverage when our mutual desire becomes frenzied.
“Just like that, beauty.” Lust clutches me in an unforgiving fist. “Use me for your pleasure.”
“Gladly,” she purrs.
Cassidy’s thighs flex against mine as she bounces astride me. She rises and falls along my length in smooth strokes. I watch my shaft disappear inside of her, slick with arousal. It’s a sight burned into memory. This woman is mine. That’s my prize penis stretching her wide.
“I didn’t enjoy sex until you,” she wheezes. “This is incredible. You’re the only one who can get me off. Yes, right there! Stuff me to the brim, Drake.”
Her command spurs me into action. I buck into her like a champion stallion. Sweat clings to my skin as I race to the finish line. Cassidy’s motions become frantic. She thrashes her head, red hair fanning our flames. My cock throbs to the gallop of my pulse. Her lashes flutter shut while she begins to tremble. Mewls spill free from her parted lips and I grunt in return. Just as she’s about to tip over the edge, her hooded gaze lowers to captivate mine.
“Pinkie Pie,” she whispers.
My brow furrows at the nickname. I frown and pause my manic thrusting. That’s not right. I stare at Cassidy but she’s beginning to blur around the edges.
“Wake up, Pinkie Pie!”
I gasp and jolt upright. Kenzie is perched on the bed beside me, beaming bright when my startled gaze swings toward her. The dream bleeds away as reality rushes to the surface.
My cock deflates faster than a popped balloon. Damn, I should’ve known. Cassidy is vocal but she’s still a bit shy when it comes to fondling my ego to the extreme. A hefty exhale releases the strain in my muscles.
“Hey, Mac.” I flop backward onto the mattress, flinging an arm over my face. “What time is it?”
Kenzie tugs on my wrist, forcing me to accept the early hour. “The sun is outside. See?”
A glance at the dull light peeking through the curtains suggests it’s barely six o’clock. “Huh.”
“It’s time to open your eyeballs.” She bulges hers to comical proportions.
As if rejecting any attempts of refusal, stomping comes from the hallway. The heavy footfalls are paired with banging that’s slightly musical. The chimes grow louder and my lingering drowsiness flies out the window.
“Gooooood morning, Rake!” Charlie appears in the doorway with a xylophone.
The plastic mallet strikes the rainbow keys in rapid succession like we’re gearing up for a climax. Nope, wrong choice. More like a big event that’s family-friendly.
The little boy leaps onto the bed to join us. His notes don’t skip a beat. I chuckle and prop myself upright on the stack of pillows. This ritual has become somewhat of a regular occurrence since I moved in months ago. If I’m not in the barn doing chores, these two take it upon themselves to rouse me. Some methods just happen to be more abrupt than others.
“What’s on the daily agenda, Mac and Cheese?”
They share a look that I’ve come to expect. A silent conversation decides my fate. Their giggles might as well be a warning bell.
“Can I give you a makeover?” Kenzie folds her palms beneath her chin, giving me a pleading stare. Her bottom lip even wobbles. “Puh-leeeeease?”
Charlie copies her irresistible dramatics. “And I wanna put stuff on your fingernails.”
My gaze slides to Cassidy’s empty spot. I can already hear her calling me a softie. “Don’t make me regret this.”
The little girl scrunches her freckled nose. “Is that a yes?”
I nod and spread my arms. “Do your worst, Mac and Cheese. Maybe I’ll get another tattoo out of the deal.”
“Yay!”
They scramble as if I’ll change my mind, which is impossible. Their delighted squeals follow them into the bathroom while they gather supplies. That’s when Chester and Cheeto race into the room. The dogs propel themselves onto the mattress, hitting me straight in the junk. I muffle a shout but my baby making operation is wounded. Maybe the twins will fetch me an ice pack. Better yet, maybe the pair responsible will do the honors.
“Are you good boys?” I croon, which is more of a croak thanks to the damage to my balls.
Chester cocks his head while Cheeto whines. Their tails thump on the blankets.
“Yes, you’re listening. Can you go downstairs and open the freezer?” I wait for movement but they stay put. “Use your paws. Go get it!”
That command does the trick. The Australian Shepherds leap off the bed and disappear to fill my request.
“Maybe they do know how to fetch. I never got that confirmed,” I mumble absently.
“Who are you talking to, Pinkie Pie?” Kenzie has a large bag in her grip as she reclaims her position next to me.
“The dogs,” I reply. But they’re nowhere to be seen, which makes too much sense. “They’re getting me ice.”
“Oh, no!” Charlie’s concern scours over me. “Do you have a boo-boo?”
“Yep, it hurts.”
“Where?”
“Uhhh, well…” I trail off and tuck the sheet tighter to my hips. “It’s difficult to explain. I’ll be fine.”
The crease between his brows doesn’t appear convinced. “Want a band-aid?”
“That probably won’t help. The damage is mostly to my… kumquats. They’re very sensitive.”
He blinks at me. “What’s that?”
“A type of fruit. Kinda strange and fuzzy, but high in protein. Serves a purpose.”
“You’re eating breakfast?”
I scrub at the back of my neck. “No, it’s just what I call a certain part of my body.”
“Do I have kumquats?”
“Sure do, buddy. Two of them.”
Charlie’s smile stretches wide. “Wow, that’s sooooo cool. Where are they?”
“Ummm…” The consequences of my own actions are mocking me. I’ve really stepped into a pile of doo-doo. “Next to your banana.”
“A banana? I have one of those too?” His voice goes up several octaves.
“Yep, it’s a bit of a bundle.”
Kenzie stops rummaging in the makeup kit. “Do I have a banana and kumsquats bundle?”
“Kumquats,” I laugh. “Nope, Mac. You have more of a… breadbasket situation going on down there.”
She frowns. “Why do I have a breadbasket?”
“Where else do the banana loaves go?” I wince and try to rewind this conversation. The hole I’m digging for myself is quite impressive. “I thought you were giving me a makeover?”
Kenzie nods and whips out a small brush. The end is covered in glitter. “Close your eyes.”
I gulp. “Are you sure about this?”
She kneels on the mattress, scooting closer. The sparkly demise of my masculinity is aloft in her grip. “Hold still, Pinkie Pie.”
Which reminds me of the face painting. This can’t be worse than that. I slide my lids shut on a silent wish. A gentle dusting begins the process. Sprinkles rain onto my cheeks. It almost tickles and I chuckle.
“You can’t move,” she chides. “I don’t wanna make a mistake.”
When my thumb goes up to confirm my compliance, Charlie immediately yanks the digit down. “Whatcha doing, Cheese?”
“Your nails are colorful,” he says.
“Gonna be sooooo prettyful,” Kenzie chirps. Her gentle sweeps are arching toward my eyebrows. “Mommy will be surprised.”
“Do you think she’ll love me extra hard after this?” I regret my choice in phrasing as fragments of Cassidy riding me resurface.
“Yep, this will make her happy.”
“Phew,” I exhale. “That’s my goal in life.”
Kenzie’s dedication to the task follows the slope of nose. “You’re a really good dad.”
Charlie hum and lifts my index finger. “Uh-huh, like super cool.”
My eyes fling wide, scanning the two kids pampering me. I’m stunned motionless for several seconds. “Are you calling me your dad?”
“Duh, we gots two now. You and Daddy.” The little girl smears something on my lips. She doesn’t notice that I’ve gone unnaturally still. “I really like it when you make us laugh. You let me do fun stuff like jump on the bed and eat lotsa candy. I’m happy you’re marrying Mommy. Grow me a little sister in the baby garden, m’kay?”
“And a brother,” Charlie interjects.
“I’m a good dad.” Awe is thick in my voice.
“That’s what I said,” Kenzie huffs. “Aren’t you listening?”
Heat burns in my unblinking stare, too afraid to miss a second. “Every word. Tell me more.”
The little boy plops a sticker on my pinky. “I think I love you. Is that otay?”
My throat clogs and I struggle to swallow. Affection wraps me in a suffocating hug. I’m too choked up, seconds from ruining Kenzie’s paint job. A jerky nod is what I manage.
“I love you both very much,” I whisper eventually.
“Loves you, Daddy Number Two.” Kenzie boops my forehead with a glitter bomb.
Charlie snuggles into me while the beautician finishes her task. I glance at the ceiling, allowing this moment to wash over me. There’s a comfort spreading through my chest that I’ve never experienced. Like a bond solidifying. This is home.
The smell of coffee teases my nostrils and I groan. Cassidy’s angelic form comes into view. She’s carrying two mugs, which momentarily steals my focus. That’s the reason I don’t realize she’s stopped short.
“Ohhhhh, how cute. I might swoon. My knees are actually buckling.” She whips out her phone and takes a picture. “You were wrong.”
“About what?”
“You are trouble for my heart. It’s going to burst.” She blinks quickly as if fighting her own tears.
“That sounds serious, but let’s focus on the caffeine.” I beckon her forward.
Cassidy slides onto the edge of the bed, passing me a cup. “Just how you like it.”
I inhale the mouthwatering aroma. “My fiancée loves me.”
“Extra hard,” Kenzie says while coloring my cheeks.
Cassidy chokes on a sip. “What’s that now?”
“Nothing.” I swallow a mouthful of dark roast and sigh. “Why does coffee taste better when someone else makes it?”
“It’s the devotion mixed into the blend.”
I tip the mug to my lips. “Delicious.”
Her attention lingers on my face. “Very adorable, trouble.”
“I’m a good dad,” I explain.
She holds her coffee in midair. “They finally told you, huh?”
“We love Rake,” Charlie answers.
Kenzie nods. “He’s our Daddy Number Two.”
Cassidy fans her face, making my emotional outburst look tame. “You accomplished a lot in thirty minutes.”
Charlie sits upright. “Guess what? My body’s got two kumsquats and a banana.”
“And I have a breadbasket,” his sister shares.
Their mother squints at me. “Do I want to know?”
My shoulders slump. “You have a breadbasket. I’ve been holding out on telling you but they dragged the truth out of me.”
“Bananas go in baskets,” the little boy continues.
“Now we’re getting too technical,” I chuckle. “Hey, do Australian Shepherds fetch?”
“That’s random,” Cassidy deadpans.
“Just something I’ve been wondering.”
She gives me a quizzical glance. “Yes, they’ll chase balls for hours.”
“Squish them too,” I mutter.
“His kumsquats are sensitive,” Kenzie whispers.
I laugh when my fiancée blanches. “Don’t worry. You’ll still get protein from those bad boys.”
“Yeahhhhh,” she utters. “Maybe I should leave you three alone.”
“Nope, you’re stuck with us.” I lunge sideways, cinching an arm around her waist. “This is what you get.”
Cassidy laughs and rests her head on my shoulder. “What did I do?”
“You took pity on a lonely man and gave him a family.”
“Best. Decision. Ever.”
That’s technically the end, but are you curious about what’s in the secret drawer? I have a bonus scene for you. Maybe there’s one or two more as well.