Epilogue
epilogue
RYDER
Eight Months Later
“Is it everything you pictured, Mrs. Du Ponte?”
My beautiful wife nods with a smile that hasn’t left her face since the moment I saw her walking down the aisle with our daughters on either side of her while they threw rose petals all over the floor.
When we discussed her walking down the aisle, my grandfather offered to walk her, and while she appreciated the offer, she turned to me and said, “It’s not just us getting married. Our little girls are just as much a part of this as we are, and I want to walk down the aisle with them.”
She didn’t give a shit that she’d be sharing the spotlight with two adorable little girls. She didn’t care that the photos wouldn’t only be of her. All she cared about was how it would make our daughters feel as they walked down the aisle with their mom so we could officially become a family.
“It’s perfect,” she murmurs, reaching up and kissing the corner of my mouth. “Truly magical.”
“Good,” I tell her. “Because I want to give you the fairy tale. Only, in our version, there’s no happily ever after because this is only the beginning.”
I kiss her deeply, and she sighs into my arms. It’s been a crazy eight months between Violet starting school and our exes being prosecuted, found guilty, and sentenced to several years in prison, Kira finally getting her divorce, Addie turning two, and us planning the wedding—well, mostly me because she still hadn’t gotten used to the fact that I had money and she suggested we do something cheap, like get married in our backyard. And I wasn’t having it, so I told her I’d handle it.
“Mommy!” Addie yells, champing at the bit to join us. “I go to you!”
“Come here, Monkey,” Kira says, kneeling for Addie.
“You too,” I say to Violet, who wastes no time, running over to join us on the dance floor.
The song transitions from our first song to the one I requested the DJ play next, knowing it would be the dance with our daughters.
While Kira twirls Addie around in her arms, Violet stands on my toes so I can sway us to the beat.
“Are you having a good time?” I ask.
“The best,” she gushes. “And Mommy said when we get back, I get to make my name the same as yours and Mommy’s.”
My heart swells as my daughter looks up at me with happiness. Growing up, all I wanted was a family who loved me, and now, I’m surrounded by three girls who love me more than I could have ever hoped for.
“You do,” I tell her, lifting her into my arms. “And I can’t wait for you to have my last name. But you know you’re already mine, right? It doesn’t matter what your last name says.”
“I know. Because love is what makes a family,” she says, repeating the words I spoke earlier while we were reciting our vows.
“That’s right. And I love you more than all the stars in the sky.”
Violet grins and then counters with, “I love you more than the entire universe.”
We finish our dance, and then the DJ announces that everyone can join us on the dance floor.
Addie and Violet take off to dance with the other kids while I dance again with my wife.
We spend the rest of the night dancing, eating, and celebrating with everyone.
When it’s time for the garter and bouquet toss, I take advantage of my wife sitting in the chair, letting me feel her up with my mouth.
“Ryder,” she hisses through her laughter when I take it a bit too far and lick at her center.
What? It’s not like anyone can see what I’m doing under that puffy dress.
Plus, it’s been a long ass time since I’ve been inside her. First, she was on her period, and then she insisted we wait until our wedding night.
When I come out from under her dress with her garter between my teeth, everyone cheers, and Kira laughs.
The single men are prompted to step forward, and then I fling it behind me. When the crowd erupts in laughter, I turn around and find my grandfather standing there with the garter in his hand and a shocked expression on his face.
“Get it, Gramps!” I say with a fist bump.
“Okay, single ladies, it’s your turn,” the DJ announces.
Several women step forward while Kira stands and turns around so her back is to them. With a quick countdown, she throws it so far that it passes all the women and lands on …
“Oh shit,” I hiss as Kira spins back around.
“No! No way!” Paige yells, standing and stomping toward Kira with the bouquet in her hand. “Take it back. I don’t want this.” She thrusts it at Kira. “We all know I’m never getting married. So, take it back and do it over again. It would be wasted on me.”
“I don’t think it counts if I do it again,” Kira says nervously.
“Fine,” Paige huffs, snatching the bouquet back. “I’ll just burn it!”
“Paige, honey,” Ana says, coming over, “I know you’re in a dark place right now, and you have every right to be, but burning Kira’s bouquet is not the answer.”
Paige nods and sniffles as Ana guides her off the dance floor.
“I feel so bad for her,” Kira mutters, shaking her head. “What John did …”
“He’s an asshole, and she deserves better,” I say.
“Now, it’s time for the cake,” the DJ announces.
“Mmm.” Kira grins. “I can’t wait to try it.” Then, she mock glares. “And if you stick it in my face like the videos you showed me, I’ll withhold sex tonight.”
I bark out a laugh. “I wouldn’t dare, wifey .”
“Wifey.” She giggles. “I like the sound of that, hubby .”
After we cut the cake—and I don’t stuff it in her face because I’m sure as hell not risking upsetting my wife on our wedding night—we say good night to the girls since they’re going back to our house with Kira’s mom, Denise, for the night.
After much discussion, we helped her mom move to Rosemary. I got her set up in a cute condo close by, and Ana hired her as a secretary for Kingston. Kira and her mom have spent the past several months working on their relationship while Denise has gotten to enjoy being a mom and grandma. She loves spending time with the girls, and even Addie calls her Grandma now.
Tonight, I’ve booked us a suite at the hotel where the reception was held, and tomorrow, we’re taking off on a Disney cruise with the girls and Kira’s mom. We wanted this to be a family trip, and in a few months, we’re planning a trip for just the two of us.
When we get up to the presidential suite, Kira fawns over it for a few minutes before she ushers me into the bedroom, has me unzip her dress, and then tells me to wait here for her.
While I wait, I get undressed since the tux isn’t exactly comfortable and throw on a pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt.
I’m starting to get worried about Kira taking so long when I look up and find her standing in the doorway, wearing the sexiest lingerie that I’ve ever laid eyes on. It’s white lace and see-through, leaving damn near nothing to the imagination. And all I want is to rip it off her and bury myself deep inside her.
“What do you think?” she asks, stepping into the room.
Her hair, which was up, is now down in waves, and her makeup is long gone. She looked exquisite today, like a fairy-tale princess, but right here, she’s a whole different type of beautiful.
She’s real.
She’s mine.
“I think I’m the luckiest guy in the world to be able to spend my life with you.”
Her eyes turn glassy as she shakes her head.
“It’s not luck, Ryder,” she says, sauntering over to me. “It’s because you’re a good man.”
I part my legs, and she stands between them.
I glide my hands over her hips and around to her luscious, bare ass, thanks to the thong she’s wearing, giving it a squeeze.
“You’re sweet and selfless, and you respect women,” she murmurs, reaching around and unclipping her bra. It slides down her arms, and she lets it fall to the floor. “And you love our daughters and me with every part of you.”
I nod, choked up with emotion.
“I’m not with you out of luck,” she continues, hooking the thong in her fingers and pushing it to the ground. “I’m with you because you’re so damn easy to love.”
She kicks the material away, leaving her completely naked in front of me. “From the moment I met you, I was hooked. And a year later, I can’t imagine not loving you … not being loved by you.”
Her mouth descends on mine, and I pull her into my lap, needing to feel her warmth. My hands twist in her hair as I deepen the kiss. Her lips are soft, and her tongue moves in perfect sync with mine. We continue to kiss until kissing isn’t enough. And I need to be inside her.
I shift slightly, releasing my cock from its confines, and then Kira rubs her pussy up and down my shaft, her juices coating me while she finds her pleasure.
Within seconds, she’s coming all over my cock, and I’m damn near shooting my load before I’ve even had the pleasure of being inside her.
“God, I love everything about you,” she moans against my lips.
“I need to be inside you now,” I murmur, lifting her up so I can place her on my cock.
But before it can happen, she says, “Wait! Stop,” and I freeze in place.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, needing to be inside her like I need my next breath.
“I forgot to tell you. It was supposed to be a surprise, but you need to know in case anything’s changed.”
“What?” I breathe, wondering what the hell is so important that it can’t wait until after I’ve fucked my wife into tomorrow.
“I took out the implant,” she says.
It takes a second for me to wrap my head around what she said. “Your implant?”
“My birth control,” she clarifies. “I had it taken out.”
Wait … does that mean …
“You’re not on any birth control right now?”
“Nope.” She shakes her head.
“So, if I come in you …”
“I can get pregnant.”
Holy fucking shit.
“And you’re okay with getting pregnant?” I ask, just to make sure.
“Yep, hence me taking it out. Are you?”
The thought of me filling her with my cum and creating a baby with her has me lifting her over my cock and slamming her onto it.
“I take that as a yes,” she groans, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.
It’s been a while since we’ve had sex, and the way her pussy chokes my cock like a vise has me damn near coming.
“It’s a fuck yes,” I murmur, gripping the curves of her hips and using them to guide her up and down on my cock.
I trail fiery kisses down her neck, licking and sucking on her heated flesh. I take a pert nipple into my mouth and suck on it, and her walls clench around my cock.
“Fuck, you feel so perfect,” I murmur, kissing along her collarbone and up her throat. “Like you were made just for me.”
Her delicate hands cup my jaw as her sexy lips reclaim mine once again. “Fuck me harder,” she whispers against my mouth. “Make me yours.”
And because I would give this woman anything she wants, I flip her onto her back, place her legs in the curve of my arms, and then fuck her with everything in me. Until she’s screaming out my name as she comes all over my cock. And then I let myself go, spilling my seed into her, not stopping until I’m sure I’ve fucked her so deep that my cum will be leaking out of her for days.
“You know,” she says once I’ve stopped and I’m lying over her, careful not to crush her, “I’m ovulating right now.”
I glance at her and find her smiling. And fuck if that doesn’t do something to me. I’m so hooked on this woman that it’s not even funny.
“Good. I can’t wait to see you pregnant with my baby,” I say, fully aware I sound like a caveman. “But if you don’t get pregnant, that’s okay too.” I lean down and kiss her soft, plump lips, so thankful that I get to call this woman my wife. “We have our entire lives ahead of us, baby. And I look forward to spending it with you.”