Epilogue - Rayne
Eighteen Years Later
“What are you doing, hiding in the kitchen spying through the door? Can you even see anything with the door only cracked a little?” Tanner wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me tight against his chest. His hard cock poking into my backside as his tongue slides across my neck, making me forget my mission.
“Shhh, I don’t want them to hear us.” I hiss.
Our oldest son, Tanner Junior, or Taj as he’s called by friends and family, would probably go by TJ. However, with four brothers whose first names start with the letter T and sons named after themselves, we couldn’t have a ton of TJs running around in the family. Therefore, all of Tanner’s brothers have gotten creative with nicknames for their namesakes.
“Who don’t you want to hear us?” Tanner drops his voice to a whisper as his hands move from my waist and up under my t-shirt, making their way under my breasts.
“Taj and some of the players from his football team are in the living room watching the game on TV and eating pizza,” I say, as if it’s obvious why I’m spying on them.
“And?” Tanner blows hot air on my neck, making my knees go weak.
How is it possible that after eighteen years together and six children, my husband still has me acting as horny as the first time we made love?
“Our teenage daughters keep walking through the living room to grab a slice of pizza and a soda, all the while making eye contact with the boys they have a crush on. So, unless you want to be a grandfather in nine months, we need to keep an eye on them.”
Tanner chuckles against my neck, “We raised them right. Besides, Taj, Ben, and Sam won’t let anyone touch their baby sisters. Now, why don’t I take you upstairs and punish you for not minding your own business, Brat?”
I push my ass back, tighter against his jean cover cock and rub it back and forth causing him to moan against my ear. It seems my former virgin husband had a Dom side he wasn’t aware of until we popped each other’s cherries. “Yes, Sir.”
-The End-