Epilogue
SCOTT
(Two years later)
N othing gets my fiancée’s blood pumping more than educating young women on their periods.
Okay, maybe there’s one thing that does.
Actually, y’know what? Even I’m not arrogant enough to think her pleasure outweighs the sheer joy she gets from helping other women. I don’t make her smile that widely, no matter what I do, or what I have women help me do.
We’re in Hawaii for the launch of our second office of Go With the Flow . It’s Athena’s baby for sure. I’m just here for the ride.
That’s not strictly true. Despite the fact I keep ribbing her that I’m a kept man, I do work for the charity as well. It may sound somewhat pathetic, but with her travelling so much, I just wanted to go along with her. I wanted to spend as much time with her as I could, see the country with her, and spread joy. Who knew so many people would get so excited about period products?
It's actually a fucking disgrace that our country is in such a state that women need to worry about where their period products factor into their monthly budget, but that’s a whole other rant.
Gabriella and Hunter have our daughter, Magdalena, AKA ‘Meg,’ named after our beloved Abuelita who sadly passed away before Meg was even born. Before she died, we promised Abuelita we’d teach her great-granddaughter the art of the chancla, her beloved très leches recipe, and how to be a force of nature, just like all the Rojas women are, and seemingly always have been.
We’ve done all the business-y stuff. We’ve done the ribbon cutting, the hand shaking, the smiling for a thousand reporters—okay, fine, like twenty—and we’ve done the penguin suits and fancy dinner.
Now, it’s almost party time. Not quite. We’re staying at the Four Season’s resort on west Oahu. Today we’re supposed to be spending time at the island’s ‘Secret Beach.’ By law, there are no private beaches in Hawaii. I get it. If I had somewhere this beautiful under my purview, I’d want to share it with the entire world, as many eyes as possible, but right now, I just want to share it with my Bright Eyes.
She says we can’t spend all our free time here in this bedroom, so I’m working myself up to waking her so I can plead my case. As much as I can’t wait to explore the island with her, I want to explore her body even more.
Oahu is quintessentially Hawaii. Having missed out on her first visit to the state, and having never been here before, I wasn’t sure what to expect. What I got is exactly what I heard from people. It is exactly like the pictures.
The internet promised that Secret Beach will provide a far more natural Hawaii beach experience than the man-made lagoon beaches at the resorts. I was promised calm surf, tranquil swimming, and general solitude. Something we’re both aching for, after having to schmooze with so many people on my fiancée’s national tour.
We’ve planned a helicopter tour, swimming with dolphins, kayaking to an uninhabited island, and trips to both the Mermaids Cove and Eternity beach. But the more I watch the peaceful rise and fall of her chest, the bronze of her skin contrasted against the crisp, white hotel sheets covering her from the waist down, and her thick, black waves splayed across her pillow… well. It’s hard to imagine my dick deflating enough to let us leave this place to go anywhere.
Ever.
She stirs on a sigh, moving her hand from her face to the space on the bed next to her, like she’s checking I’m still here. Once her skin meets mine, her palm on my chest, she settles again.
I can’t help touching her, reaching my fingers out to draw the line of her torso, dipping into her waist and following the swell of her hip. She doesn’t move again, her breathing doesn’t shift, and I’m grinning to myself as I slide down the bed.
My breakfast is a deliciously naked, ready to eat, all I can manage buffet. And I have no idea where to start.
Playing with each other in our sleep is something we’ve both agreed to for a long time. I can’t say Athena is ‘fully recovered’ from her attack, because there’s no such thing, but despite her occasional panic attacks, she’s comfortable enough to let me touch her when she’s unconscious.
I smile again, content in the fact that her attackers will not be living their high life anymore. The trial completed before we came to Hawaii, reigniting another wave of trauma, occasional night terrors, accidents, and a need for her to see her therapist more frequently.
But it was worth it for those motherfuckers to get their comeuppance. Well, kind of. They got sentenced under second degree rape instead of first, but they got the maximum sentence of twenty-five years.
My blood threatens to go from a simmer to a boil. It’s not long enough, not for what they did to my fiancée, for the things she went through, for what I saw when I walked around that corner.
Athena accepted it with far more grace than I—or her brothers—did. If those fuckers step out of prison into the light of day again, I could see Ares in particular, gleefully going down for their murder. The only thing holding him back is his anchor, his rock, Eloise, talking sense to him when he takes leave of his senses.
I shake my head, a shiver coursing through my body. I’m in too nice a place, with too delicious a naked body to give any more thought to the trial, the attackers, or the fact we’re not happy with the judgement they received, to let myself spiral. And whether I like to admit it or not, Athena got lucky with her attackers being sentenced at all.
Another flare in my veins threatens to send me out the door to find a gym where I can run or pump iron until the rage passes. But that’s not what I want. I want to be here, with Athena, to worship her body and make her scream my name so loudly we get kicked out of the hotel like in North Dakota a couple of months ago.
My grin returns with my determination to see how loudly I can get her to wail my name.
With her on her side, facing away from me, I don’t have many options, so before I get into position, I reach over to the bedside cabinet and squeeze the tiniest bit of lube on my finger.
Spreading her cheeks with one hand and placing the little dollop of lube on her tight hole still doesn’t make her stir. Is she pretending to be asleep to see how far I go?
Using my thumb, I rub circles around her back entrance. It’s not where I want to plant my already throbbing dick this morning, but if it’s where I can get to without having to wake her up first, then I’ll take it.
I’m greedy, hungry to sink my dick into whatever hole of hers I can. But I’d prefer to bury myself into her pussy, I want to fill her with my seed so she gets knocked up all over again and Meg can have a sibling.
Is it madness? Having two kids so close together? Perhaps. But she knows I’m impatient as fuck to get her pregnant again, and she also knows I’m only too eager to keep practicing and blowing my load inside her.
Fuck. Even the thought of it makes me need to suck in a breath and steady myself as I work her ass.
Yeah. As much as I love her ass clenching around my cock as I fuck her senseless, I need her pussy.
She moans, still mostly asleep.
“Easy, Bright Eyes,” I whisper, my morning voice cracking as I speak for the first time. “Stay asleep if you need to. Papi will just take what he needs.”
She moans again, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs for me through a mumbled ‘Sí, Papi.”
She’s so good to me, for me, with me. She’s everything I knew I needed but was afraid to want.
She’s also already wet. If I had a toy within reach, I’d stick it in her ass while I fuck her pussy. My girl loves nothing more than being full, and Ophelia comes in handy at times, to help me give my girl everything she desires.
It’s hard to hold a toy in her ass while railing her, and she’s writhing so beautifully for me with my finger sliding into her tight hole that I want to stay here for a while.
My patience doesn’t last, fisting my dick while I finger her ass isn’t satisfying enough while I’m staring down her glistening cunt.
I want more, need more, the precum at my tip slides down over my hand as my dick throbs, demanding to sink inside her.
I can’t take it anymore. I also don’t warn her, don’t prep her, and don’t do much of anything else other than hook my hands behind her knees and ram myself in until I’m balls deep.
She doesn’t open her eyes; her body’s still limp enough for me to think she’s actually still asleep. Wouldn’t be the first time, just means I have to go even harder than normal to make her scream louder.
Challenge accepted.
My balls slapping off her ass and my grunts are the only noises in the otherwise quiet hotel room, until I press my thumb against her noise maker.
My girl is nothing if not predictable.
Her eyes snap open on a whimper, then she glares at me. “Cheater.” It’s a breathy accusation, and her barely awake eyes sparkle with amusement. “Couldn’t just let me sleep, could you?”
I shrug, gripping her knees as I pound into her. “Wasn’t sure you were actually sleeping, plus, you know I love when you scream for me.”
My thrusts shift her up the bed until her head bumps against the headboard making her yelp and cover her head with her hands. “A little aggressive for paradise, no?”
She tries to tip her head like that’ll somehow stop me from boning her through the wall and into our neighbour’s room.
I shake my head, relentlessly rutting harder and harder, getting more breathless and sweatier with each piston of my hips. “It’s green week.” I grin down at her. She shared her cycle with me soon after we discovered she was pregnant with Meg. And now she lives with me knowing as well as she does when she’s more feral and burning for a good fuck.
She smirks up at me. “Going for a sibling, are we?” She tucks her palms behind her head before jerking her chin up at me. “Proceed.”
Now that she’s awake, she holds her legs for me, which means I can play with her nipples, too. It’s not long before her milk lets down, and I get shot with jets from her boobs. Who knew women could squirt their milk so far?
If I wasn’t so hell bent on filling her up with jets of my own, I’d lick her all over to prove a point. At first, she was almost as icked out by her breastmilk getting all over us during sex as she was about having sex while on her period.
I fucked those inhibitions out of her pretty damn quickly. But I need to come, I need to fill her with my release, to get her pregnant, to watch her belly swell and her boobs grow and, and, fuck, fuck.
She snickers as my balls constrict, my spine tingling and my eyes filling with sweat I refuse to wipe because one hand is busy circling her clit and the other is still toying with her tits.
I’m not coming first. I refuse to. I want her to constrict around me, her tight muscles to squeeze the cum right out of me, milking me inside her.
“Don’t fight it, Gizmo.” Her voice taunts me, so I close my eyes. Maybe if I can’t see her tits bouncing, or her teasing smirk, or the way she’s licking her lips like I’m a prime steak and she’s been fasting for a week.
Shit. I’m going to go. My body’s going to betray me.
As though she knows how close I am, she clenches those damn pelvic floor muscles on a giggle, and I fall apart. Bright light explodes behind my eyelids as my body bends in half on an indecipherable noise as my release overpowers me.
I refuse to let even a drop leak out from inside her, so I fight to keep my position even though it seems my skeleton has left my body on the back of my orgasm.
She’s properly giggling now, and when I open my eyes and give her an eye roll, she only laughs harder. “So stubborn.”
I squeeze her clit between my thumb and forefinger, making her yelp.
“You couldn’t have come with me, could you?”
She shakes her head, giving me round, doe-eyes and a wicked smile. Her face glistens with a sheen of sweat, her torso has patches of wetness from her milk, and the bed isn’t soaked nearly enough.
I want housekeeping to think there was a torrential storm in this room. I want them to wonder how the bed got so fucking wet.
Without letting myself slide out of her, I go to town on her clit, using the growing pool of her moisture for ease of movement.
“Scott!” she shrieks, bucking her torso off the bed as I don’t pause even for a fraction of a second. She’s gritting her teeth, hissing, grabbing at my biceps, her fingertips undoubtedly going to leave marks on my skin. “What’s gotten into you?” Her tone and the look on her face tells me she’s amused and a little confused as to why I’m so determined to get her to detonate like a firework on the Fourth of July on my semi-limp cock.
“Watching you sleep, Athena. You’re so fucking beautiful, and I need to make you come.” I don’t usually need more explanation than, ‘because I want to,’ but I need her to know that watching her sleep, waking up with her in bed beside me has driven me to be completely unhinged.
She shivers, her hips rolling, her spine arching as a wail drifts out of her. “Fuck. Fuck.” The next minute or so is filled with her muttering half Spanish, half English sentences that I’m still no closer to translating, even after the last couple of years together.
Her eyes roll back in her head, and her banshee scream pierces the morning air as the curtains ripple with the barely-there breeze coming in the open window.
For a blissful moment, time stands still, the only sound in the universe is my girl coming and coming and coming some more all over my cock, my thighs, and the bed.
“There’s my girl.” I lean over her, kissing her still-leaking boobs and making my way up her sternum, her neck, and sweeping my tongue into her mouth for a kiss. “Do you want another one?” I mumble against her lips.
“Sí, Papi,” she purrs back at me.
I nod, my nose brushing against hers. “I can do that for you.” I hook her knees, lifting her feet so they wrap around my body. “But not for a few more minutes. I need my swimmers to get to where they need to be.”
She giggles, shaking her head on a Rojas family eye roll that our baby daughter already has nailed. “Such a Neanderthal.”
I tap my chest with my fist. “Me, Tarzan. You, pregnant.”
She arches a brow, shifting her weight under me, but not letting her legs drop or her hips turn toward me. “That’s very arrogant of you, Mr. Raine. You think one bang is enough to get me pregnant during my fertile window?”
Damn fucking straight I do. “I can tell. This is the one.” I nuzzle against her again. “But for the sake of covering our bases, we’ll go again to be sure.”
She grins up at me, her hair wild, her lips swollen, and her eyes full of unconditional love, and I can’t do anything but heave out a sigh. “What did I do to deserve you, Athena Rojas?”
Pursing her lips, she tips her head to the side like she’s legit thinking about what her answer might be. “That thing with your tongue.” She nods convincingly. “Definitely that thing with your tongue.”
I have to give it to her, my girl knows what she wants and knows how to ask for it, so I have no choice but to slide down the bed, settle between her thighs.