Epilogue
Ten Months Later
“Jon, we’ll be late,” Jenna said with a gasp.
She clutched at his shoulders anyway, her body burning as her husband of three weeks slipped his fingers past her panties and stroked them over her traitorously dripping center.
She bit down on her moan and her legs tightened around his hips, her head dropping back against the hard surface of wall where he’d pinned her.
His tongue slid along the underside of her jaw before he spoke, his words low and rough with lust, his breath hot on her sensitized skin.
“I don’t have anywhere else I need to be.
” His thumb grazed her clit in a teasing caress before he reversed course and plunged two fingers as deep into her core as they could go.
Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head and her hips bucked, her body shameless in its need. She ought to have argued more. They had plans, and she was actually looking forward to them.
But ‘plans’ scattered from her mind like dandelion puffs on the wind as Jon pressed his fingers against that spot and rubbed. A low moan escaped without her consent and her toes curled in her sandals. It was extremely unfair how much more sensitive her body had become.
It was fabulously terrible the way Jon liked to take advantage of the change.
“You look too damn good in this dress,” he rumbled against her neck. “Can’t have you walking out there, looking like this, without feeling me with every damn step you take.”
Jenna slid her fingers to the back of his neck. “It’s a sundress,” she said. “Not that crazy.”
Jon grunted and his fingers disappeared from her center. “You underestimate yourself, Mama.”
Her heart flipped and she tugged sharply on the short strands of his hair. He still hated growing his hair, but he got the message. Although he probably just knew what that nickname did to her. Every damn time.
He’d started calling her that ever since they’d learned she was pregnant. And she had no idea why it made her wild.
He met her lips with his as his cock slid through her folds.
Their tongues crashed together, too hungry and too desperate for sweet and gentle, and her ankles locked over his ass.
He used the hand he’d had inside her to hold her hips to the wall, and then, finally, he drove every inch into her pussy.
Jon growled against her lips and shifted the arm he had braced on the wall until he could tangle his fingers in her hair.
Jenna didn’t care. She didn’t care that her hair would look messy and suspicious. She didn’t care that they were so going to be late. What she cared about was clinging tight to the man who was kissing and fucking her with abandon, as if they hadn’t nearly missed their plane for the same reason.
The kiss broke, both of them panting, and Jenna’s head fell back as Jon’s dropped down. But his hips didn’t stop, didn’t falter. She could feel that coil building, tightening, deep inside. At any moment he would give her the last push she needed and send her flying. Again.
Jon pressed a soft kiss to her jaw. “Your pussy’s gripping me so tight.” His tongue slid up toward her ear. “You ready to take it, Mama?” He ground his hips in a slow rocking motion that had him rubbing against her clit. “Ready to drain me fucking dry?”
She would have laughed at the pun if she had the breath. Instead, her arms tightened around him and she gasped out, “Yes!”
He rumbled with approval she felt in her damn soul. “Then come for me, Jen. Right now.”
His cock twitched as he sank inside her again, and the sensation of his release mixed with the vibrato of his words catapulted her into the horizon. Jenna cried out, every part of her clinging tightly to him as ecstasy rolled through her like a tidal wave.
Her tidal wave.
Her lips twitched and a breathless, spontaneous giggle slipped free.
Jon moved on hand to her ass and pressed his lips to her shoulder. “Something funny?”
“Mm,” she hummed. “Maybe I start calling you Mr. Tidal Wave from now on.”
Jon snorted. “Jen, I think it’s against the law to joke about that in Florida.”
She laughed harder and clung tighter when he stepped away from the wall without dropping her. “Oh my God, that is not the response I expected.”
He turned his head to nip teasingly at her neck, then eased their bodies apart and swiftly pulled her panties back into place.
As heat rushed to her face when she realized his intention, he curled a finger beneath her chin and guided her gaze up to his.
“I’ll be whatever you need me to be, Mama.
” He leaned in and kissed her swollen lips softly. “Love you,” he murmured.
It was stupid that she felt more flustered after the soft, tender moment than from the fact that he’d just pinned her against the wall of their hotel room and fucked her like a madman. She blamed her wild hormones.
Jenna laid a hand over her belly, where the baby bump was only beginning to protrude, and said, “I just need you to be mine.”
Her life had gotten so much better since Jon had washed back into it.
They’d hit a few obstacles early on, but everything was going so well with their mutually thriving businesses and the warmth of a stronger community around them, it felt like the future was so bright it was almost glaring.
And their little girl would get to grow up in that shiny future, with a bunch of scary and overprotective uncles and two parents who loved her like crazy.
And, maybe, if Jon played his cards right, maybe that little girl would get a sibling one day, too.
First, they needed a dog.
“C’mon,” Jon said, pressing his hand to the small of her back and guiding her toward the door. “We’re late and we promised your parents we’d spend some time with them before we fly home.”
Jenna laughed lightly and let him lead her into the hall, watching as he tugged the door firmly shut and tested the handle. “Uh-huh, and who’s fault is it that we’re late, dear husband?”
His eyes darkened as his arm came around her again and he pulled her flush to his side to walk down the hall. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Yours, wife.”
The End