Epilogue
Riley - One Year Later
I carted the groceries into the house and kicked the door shut with my boot.
Then I hurried over to the alarm panel on the wall and punched in the security code.
Nitro had installed it for his peace of mind.
I told him it wasn’t necessary. No one would be stupid enough to hurt me when they knew I was married to someone like him.
But he insisted and I let him win.
Besides, it did make me feel better, knowing that he kept an eye on me while he was away from home.
There had been no sign of Chet for months. Rumor around town said that he paid a visit to the ER to have his broken wrist fixed on Christmas Eve, then packed up and left town right after that. I wasn’t sure if I believed it or not. And I couldn’t pry a word out of Nitro about it.
A howl echoed from the kitchen.
“I’m coming, sweetie, I’m coming,” I called.
Depositing the groceries on the table, I unlocked the pet gate and let Noel out. She wiggled in happy circles around my feet.
“Time for a potty break, pumpkin.”
I scooped her up and carried her outside, setting her in the snow. She bounded off with floppy ears, yipping with excitement. I smiled as I watched her play.
Nitro had given her to me for Christmas last year. When he saw how much I loved her at the adoption event, he couldn’t leave her behind. I suspected he had fallen in love with her a little bit too.
My phone buzzed in my pocket with a text. I pulled it out and glanced at the screen to see a message from Nitro.
Have you checked under the Christmas tree yet?
I dashed inside, racing for the tree. We didn’t have any presents wrapped, let alone tucked under the tree yet. But there, almost hidden from view, was a little black box. My heart skipped.
I scrambled to grab it and opened the lid.
Inside was a breathtaking engagement ring, with a cluster of diamonds. When I slid it on my finger, it fit like a glove. I considered returning Nitro’s text, but I thought of a better idea.
Kicking off my boots, I darted into the bedroom, waving at the security camera Nitro had set up there.
You can’t have a video camera in our bedroom! I had protested.
Nitro remained stubbornly resolute.
I want to make sure you’re safe if I’m not around.
So you’re watching me sleep?
Exactly, he replied. Then he paused and added with a sly look, I’m also watching when you’re using that pink vibrator. So I can come home and help.
Pulling open my nightstand drawer, I picked up that vibrator and held it aloft. Then I waved my ring at the camera, bouncing on my toes, grinning from ear to ear. And just for good measure, I stripped off my top and flashed him.
That should work like a charm, I thought.
Fifteen minutes later, the front door slammed, followed by the heavy tread of Nitro’s biker boots.
“You better be ready for me, angel,” he said.
I covered my mouth with both hands to stifle a giggle of anticipation.
Nitro came closer. I heard the clank of his belt as he rounded the corner.
“That’s what I like to see,” he said.
I perched on the edge of the bed, waiting, completely naked for him. I made a grabby hands motion, beckoning to him. He chuckled as he came closer, unzipping his jeans. I moved his hands away, pulling out his cock myself.
Gazing up at him, I licked the crown, teasing along his slit with my tongue. He arched his hips toward me, his cock pulsing in my grip.
“I was in the middle of a card game at the clubhouse, angel,” I said. “I had to forfeit. You owe me fifty bucks.”
“That’s a shame,” I said. “I guess you’re not in the mood for a quickie then.”
He growled and hoisted me up onto the bed. I yelped with surprise, laughing.
“Get on your hands and knees, sweetheart. You’re wearing my ring now. It’s about time we started trying for a baby.”
A thrill bubbled up in my chest. I couldn’t wait to have a family with this man. To live the rest of our lives together in our home filled with love.
When I knelt on the mattress, Nitro placed his hands on my hips, guiding me back toward him. He dragged the tip of his cock through my folds, gathering my slickness. Then he pushed in with a groan.
“Fuck, I never get tired of feeling your sweet pussy wrapped around me, angel.”
I loved this—being bare for him, while he was still fully clothed. The scrape of his jeans against my thighs, and the cold metal of his belt buckle compared to the hot glide of his cock only served to heighten my sensitivity, making the sex ten times better.
One year ago, my heart was broken by a man who didn’t love me. Who spoke to me with disgust in his voice. One year ago, I felt filthy and unwanted.
With Nitro, my future husband and the future father of my children, I felt beautiful and sexy. He was always hungry for me, eager to taste, to touch, to see me come all over that perfectly thick cock.
He palmed at my tits, kneading my ass, fisting his hand in my hair to tug my head back. The sweet sting of my scalp was a delicious contrast to the ecstasy of every thrust.
“My wife,” he growled in my ear. A gush of heat flooded my pussy, just like it always did when he called me that.
I smiled with a hum, wiggling back on his cock.
“Not yet. Not until you say I do at the altar.”
He leaned forward, pressing a biting kiss between my shoulder blades.
“Then I guess we’re taking a trip to the courthouse on Christmas Day to sign some papers.”
“What about our plans for a spring wedding?”
He grumbled, gripping my ass in both hands and plunging deep. A strangled moan escaped me, echoing in the bedroom. God, how could he make me feel so full every time?
“Can’t wait that long, angel. You’re going to be four months pregnant by then, if I have anything to say about it.”
My eyes rolled back in my head as he set a delirious, punishing pace. My arms gave out and I sagged forward, head down, ass up, melting under Nitro’s hands and his cock and his endless love for me.
I curled my fingers into the sheets as I came, milking his cock dry. His rough, callused fingers toyed with my clit, sending fresh sparks of pleasure coursing through me.
A Christmas wedding sounded wonderful. Only two days from now, I could finally, officially call this man my husband.
And by next Christmas, there would be a baby in my arms.
Nitro pulled me upright, smoothing his hands over my hips and belly as I leaned back against his chest. I turned my head to kiss him, wrapping my fingers around his wrist.
“I love you,” I said, without hesitation.
“Love you, too, angel.”