Epilogue
The hotel room smelled like fresh linens and lilies. Soft golden lamplight washed over the big, crisply made bed, the muted carpet, the half-unpacked bag slumped against the armchair.
Kash sat curled on the edge of the bed in a champagne-colored silk shorts and top, bare feet tucked under her.
She was exhausted down to her bones. Her muscles ached, her scalp prickled from hours of pins and hair spray, and her body still hummed from the energy of the wedding reception and the seven-course dinner and the toasts.
Kaif had hugged her so hard before he and Muriel left for their honeymoon that she could still feel it in her ribs. Tia’s hug had been sleepy, her kiss sloppy, before she left with Diego’s mother to spend the next couple of days with her.
For all that Muriel had ordered her friends to keep quiet about her and Diego, his mother hadn’t missed the way he had kissed her temple at the reception or how his eyes kept seeking her.
Shrewd eyes gleaming, Maria had patted Kash’s shoulder before saying, “So you’re the reason my son’s been so happy these past few weeks. I must be slipping with old age because I should have seen this sooner, no? Muriel’s mama beat me to it.”
Kash sighed and leaned her head against the headboard. In all the hurry, she hadn’t gotten a chance to tell Diego that she’d even acquired his mother’s blessings.
Heart full, she checked her phone for any messages.
Mona and Chaaru had insisted that all three of them stay in a hotel suite for their "last girls' night," claiming they all needed one solid night of gossip and drinks before life caught up with them again.
Kash had complied happily.
Honestly, after the whirlwind of the past few days—and everything that had cracked open between her and Diego—the idea of being surrounded by her two best friends had sounded like a safe haven.
Except Mona and Chaaru had disappeared after giving her the room number, claiming errands.
Kash stretched out her legs, rolling her ankles slowly. Smiled to herself. Her facial muscles hadn’t probably gotten that much exercise ever before. Scrolling through her phone, she wondered if she had time to video call Diego before the?—
A sharp knock at the door interrupted her quiet reverie.
Kash padded barefoot across the carpet and opened the door. And nearly staggered backward.
Mona and Chaaru stood there, grinning like fools. Between them, grinning just as foolishly, if looking a little pale, was Diego. With his crutch under one arm and a duffel bag in the other.
"Surprise delivery!" Mona crowed, laughing so hard she had to wipe at her eyes. "One hot stud, as needed!"
Chaaru cackled and winked. "Handle with care. He's fragile."
Before Kash could find words, her two friends gently but firmly helped Diego into the room, leaving him leaning—all long limbs and cocky grin—against the doorframe.
She gaped at him, her heart doing something wild and unsteady in her chest. "What are you doing here?" she managed to choke out, sounding too high, too breathless.
Diego just smiled. That slow, rough smile that had ruined her and rebuilt her, all in the same breath.
"I’m not spending a single night away from you ever again, Doc," he said, voice low and raspy and full of a thousand things she didn’t even know how to name. “Don’t be getting ideas. I just want to fall asleep with my girl in my arms and wake up to her beautiful face tucked up against my chest.”
Kash stood frozen for half a heartbeat and then launched herself at him.
She caught him around the waist, feeling him grunt as he took her weight and fell against the wall, his body hot and solid against hers even through layers of clothes.
"You idiot," she whispered against his neck, laughing through the sudden sting of tears. "You’re supposed to be resting. And you should know better than to think I wouldn’t abuse your poor body.”
"Honestly, I was hoping you’d say that," Diego murmured, his hand finding her hair, stroking it back from her face with an aching tenderness. “It’s been too long since I’ve had a taste of you. But in case you’re worried about my ankle, you could give me a blowjob, no? You do it like a champ.”
She pulled back, just enough to look at him…the stubborn set of his jaw, the reckless, wrecked love in his eyes. Her heart flipped over like a kicked stone.
"No way are we wasting a full load in my throat," she said, putting on a mock serious tone. “Instead, imagine how much fun you’re going to have fucking me bare, baby. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since that night. I almost wish we didn’t get pregnant immediately just so you can keep doing it for a while.”
Hands on her hips, he pressed his hard cock against her belly. “Fuck, Kash! You’re going to make me spill before I even get inside you.”
“Don’t you dare, Ferrara. I need your cum inside me.” Then she was tugging at his shirt buttons, clumsy and urgent, and he was yanking her shorts down, both of them breathless and laughing and desperate.
They stumbled to the bed, Diego half-falling back onto it with a grunt. His injured ankle stuck out awkwardly to the side, but he didn’t even pause. He was already dragging her down with him, already tugging her over his lap.
"Careful," Kash hissed, smacking his chest lightly, half laughing, half horrified.
"I can handle it," he rasped back, eyes dark and wild. "You can’t expect me to have a modicum of control after that, you cock-tease. Can you handle me?”
“Yes, please.”
No sooner did she say that when he tore away her thong and plunged two fingers deep inside her. In tantalizing contrast, his thumb played gently with her clit, nudging it from side to side.
Kash threw her head back as heat exploded low and hard in her belly.
“You’re so ready for me, Kash,” he said, hitting her g-spot while circling her clit. And then he pulled his fingers out with a slippery sound. “Come, Doc, Ride me."
Carefully, biting her lip, Kash swung a leg over him and straddled his hips.
Diego’s hands slid up her thighs, slow and greedy, thumbs inking fire into her skin.
She rocked against him once, tentative and testing, and he hissed, his fingers tightening on her hips.
"No being gentle," he growled, voice rough with need. "Not tonight. Not with me."
Kash laughed and leaned down to kiss him, messy and open-mouthed, their teeth clashing, tongues tangling. He moaned into her mouth, hands everywhere now, urgent and shaking.
She rolled up the hem of her top, laughing breathlessly when the fabric caught on her hair. Cursing under his breath, Diego helped her along, every movement reverent and wrecked.
Finally, they were both naked, skin gleaming, breaths panting. Leaning down, Kash went for his lips while her bare breasts with their hard nipples rubbed tantalizingly against his muscled chest.
Sensations skittered along her skin, like little embers of fire, pooling at her core. Moaning, she did it again.
Large, abrasive palms cupped and kneaded her tits while his fingers worked her nipples into tight peaks. Wetness gushed at her core. Pulling up, eyes locked with his, Kash dragged her pussy up over his ridged abdominal muscles, leaving a sinful trail of her dampness all over him.
Eyes dark, Diego smeared some on his finger and brought it to his mouth. “Would you consider a change of plans, Doc? Come sit on my face. I want to suck all these juices down into my throat.”
As if in response, her core twanged, her mouth dried. Kash repeated her motions, rubbing against the fat, swollen head of his cock and the engorged, veiny length of him on the downswing, before moving up on his abdomen again. Making a mess of her perfect man.
“The idea is extremely tempting, you devil,” she said, licking at his neck, whispering the words into his warm skin. “But I want you inside me right now. Filling me so fully, fucking me so hard that I walk wonky tomorrow morning.”
“If that’s what my lady wants…” Hands on her hips, he lifted her and sat her down.
Kash barely got the chance to admire his bulging biceps before his thick length pressed up against her folds. Their groans rippled through the air as she undulated back and forth, bathing his length in her juices.
“Stuff yourself with my cock now, Preciosa,” Diego demanded, a raw fierceness to his words. He gave her clit a pinch and a tweak, sending a lick of fire down her spine, before he stroked his hands to her belly. “Let’s make a baby, Kash. A little girl that’s as strong and fierce and generous of heart as you are.”
Kash lined his cock head at her entrance and played with her folds. Her voice was breathy as she said, “Or a little boy with easy charm and a heart as big as the world.”
“Let’s see whose wish comes true first,” Diego said, pushing up and stealing a kiss.
Grinning, Kash stroked him tight and fast until pre-cum emerged. Gathering the drop between her fingers, she sucked at it with a hmm-ing sound. Then fisting him, she slowly impaled herself on him, inch by delicious inch.
Halfway in, she lost the plot, the stretch hot and so achingly full that she felt too small and too tight to contain the whirlpool of sensations.
With one stroke, Diego punched up into her, lodging himself balls deep inside her, until it felt like he was in her heart. Kash gasped, her body instinctively clenching around him in a way that made them both swear.
"Fuck," Diego panted, head falling back against the pillows. "Doc... you take me so well. Every time, this cunt is hot and tight and perfect for me.”
Kash grinned, wicked and full of love, and rolled her hips. At first, she played with him, leaning forward to drag her breasts against his chest, to lick at his chin, to kiss him with her tongue. He moaned and whimpered and the sounds went straight to her pussy, making her moan and whimper in turn.
“I love you, darling,” she whispered on another kiss.
“No more than I you, Preciosa,” he retorted, dragging her lower lip between his teeth. “Now, put me out of my torment and fuck yourself on me. I want to feel you come before I do.”
She rode him slowly at first, careful, mindful of his ankle, but soon it didn’t matter.
Laughter melted into gasps and broken cries, into the slap of skin against skin, into the slick, messy slide of bodies desperate to get closer. Diego whispered filthy promises against her throat, kissed the sweat slicking her skin, muttered her name like a prayer and a curse.
Kash buried her hands in his hair, holding him tight, rocking faster, harder, feeling the tension coil low in her belly, unbearable and so, so perfect. She wanted the release but God, she never wanted this moment to end.
“Let it come, baby,” Diego said, as always reading her so well. “Don’t fight it.”
“Don’t want it to be over,” Kash said, drops of her sweat plopping on his skin. “From that first time in Cancun, as much as I needed it, I never want it to be over, Diego.”
He clasped her cheek with a tenderness that threatened to unravel her as much as the mindless circles he drew at her clit. “This is only the beginning, sweetheart. We have a lifetime of me fucking you into as many orgasms as you want. I will break you apart and put you back together every single time, Kash.”
And that’s all it took, her name on his lips, and his fervent promise.
Raw and wrenching, her climax shook her violently. Kash cried out his name as his own thrusts increased in speed and intensity, her pussy battered into another tiny orgasm.
Diego followed with a hoarse, broken shout, his arms locking around her, pulling her down against him as he shuddered through it. Their lips clung to each other, sweat and snot and a lifetime of muttered promises making a mess out of them.
Kash collapsed onto him. Sweaty, shaking, utterly wrecked. For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing. Their hearts struggling to catch up.
Nothing but a fresh new world coming into existence.
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Diego tightened his arms around Kash, pulling her even closer against his chest, feeling the steady, satisfied thump of her heart against his ribs.
She let out a soft, broken laugh and burrowed into him like she never planned to move again.
He dropped a slow, reverent kiss onto her sweaty temple, breathing her in. "Now, you’re stuck with me, Dr. Shah," he murmured against her skin, heart overflowing with everything he hadn't been brave enough to want before her.
Kash hummed a sleepy, wicked sound against his chest, her fingers curling into his side possessively.
And for the first time in his life, Diego knew he never would have to earn or fight for the most important thing in his life—this wonderful woman’s love.
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