Epilogue
SIX MONTHS LATER…
Haz
The second the door was open, I kicked off my shoes, stripped off my jacket, and tossed my cell (with unlimited minutes!) onto the couch on my way toward the hundred-gallon tank, the centerpiece of our living room.
It didn’t matter that we’d had the tank for several months now. It didn’t matter that I stood in front of it for hours a day. I lit up every time it came into view. It was literally the best thing I’d ever had.
Except Kieran, of course.
The glass was so clear that sometimes it felt like the fish would swim right out and into my hands.
The water was pure and bright, always moving with the current the filter provided.
The sword, Anubias nana, and other vibrant green freshwater plants filled up the corners and rose from the substrate beautifully.
The second I was close enough, our angelfish, Jason, swam over, his fins swishing in a way that made me think of a dog wagging its tail.
“Hi, Jason, I missed you. Are you having a good day? The shop is so busy today. Your fins look beautiful. In this light, you even look a little striped.”
The black angelfish turned to the side, looking at me with his amber-colored eye, his gill shining silver when it moved.
“Are you hungry?” I asked as he floated to the top, hoping I was feeding him. “It’s not dinner time. Are you bored?” I asked, seeing an uprooted plant floating near the heater.
Reaching into the custom cabinet Kieran had made for the tank, I pulled out a small ping-pong ball and opened the lid of the tank to drop it on the surface. Jason darted toward it, trying to eat it. It floated away from his movement, and he chased it, making me laugh.
People said angelfish didn’t play with toys, but I say every fish is different, and Jason would chase the ball around for a few minutes before giving up.
It took forever to find a ball suitable for his tank, having settled on one actually made for turtles. I was in the process of having a few different toys made to sell at the Neon Reef, and I was going to package them for fish.
Jason floated off to something on the bottom that caught his eye, and I leaned down to gaze into the cave I’d created out of large rocks. Scop was there, stuck to the ceiling, basically upside down.
“Hey, Scop,” I called. The rock cave was his favorite place to hang out.
I wandered over to the giant chunk of driftwood anchored in the substrate, watching a few of the schooling fish swim around and disappear into some plants. I found Navi on the side of the wood, her mouth working overtime as she ate the algae.
“Clean the place up, Navi. You’re the hardest worker I know.”
Navi’s tail swished, and she moved around to the back of the wood.
I jolted when arms wound around me from behind, towing me away from the tank and into the embrace of a large, warm body. Tingles raced over my scalp when his voice rumbled in my ear.
“I’m offended it wasn’t me you came to see first.”
Wiggling closer, I reached up to cup the back of his neck. “If I came to find you first, I never would have made it to the tank.”
“And?”
“And I won’t have my babies think I don’t love them,” I declared.
“What about me?”
I smiled wide, knowing he was going to say it. Kieran was possessive and greedy, more so the longer we were together. Some might even call it needy, but I’d never tell him that because he’d deny it with every breath in his body.
I liked it. To have someone obsessed with me and my attention. Besides, calling him out would also be like the pot calling the kettle black because I was no better. I mean, here I was, home in the middle of the day because I needed a fix after just a few hours.
“What about you?” I asked innocently.
He growled.
So gullible.
“Do you need a reminder of how much I love you?” I asked, my breathing going shallow as he rubbed his jaw over my ear and against my cheek.
My dick was already rigid. Just his scent turned me on. Even after six months of regular sex, I still came almost the second he touched me. I wasn’t even embarrassed anymore. It was just the effect he had on my body.
He hummed low, dragging his hands down my sides, fingers delving beneath the hem of my T-shirt.
I arched into the touch as he nibbled my ear while his palms explored my torso.
I watched his hands disappear beneath the fabric in the reflection of the fish tank, taking in his bowed dark head as his tongue pushed into my ear.
My lashes swept down, and I moaned, arching farther into the touch. His fingers plucked at my nipples, and zings of pleasure made my cock jerk.
Kieran swept me into his arms and turned toward the bedroom.
“Wait,” I said, and his footsteps stalled.
I pointed to the tank where the lid was still open. After a long-suffering sigh, he carried me over, hands gripping as though I were going to ask him to put me down. I reached into the tank to grab the ball and set it aside before carefully closing the lid.
When he started to the bedroom again, I leaned up to kiss along his neck and the underside of his jaw while working open the buttons of his dress shirt.
The bedroom was cool and dim because the blinds were drawn, but he didn’t put me down immediately, just tilted his neck, offering more access.
Leaning up, I sank my teeth into the flesh, and he let out a groan. I bit hard enough to leave a mark and then sucked over the same spot.
“Lose your clothes,” he demanded, desire deepening his voice.
He put me on the bed, and I scrambled up to push the open shirt off his broad shoulders and kiss across the dark tattoo inked into his skin.
His shirt fell away, and the sound of his belt coming undone had me whimpering. Tilting down, I latched on to his pec, gliding to the center and drawing the nipple deep into my mouth. Satisfaction bloomed in my midsection, creating a heavy burning sensation.
My efforts doubled, tongue flicking over his erect nipple while I squirmed and leaked in my pants. Between us, I fumbled with my jeans, finally getting them open and pushing them down my thighs.
Kieran released my head, and I pulled back, already dazed and wanting so badly to be filled. He saw the desperation burning my face, his blue gaze dropping to my mouth. Shifting, he offered his other pec, and I dove on it, sucking until my jaw ached.
He pushed his pants down and kicked them away, and I dropped to my knees on the mattress to take his stiff cock in my palm. He let out an exhale, and I licked up the length, savoring the scent and taste.
Desperate for more, I wrapped my lips around him and slid down, gagging a little around the girth when my nose buried in his pubes.
Kieran’s long, low moan filled the bedroom, and his hips swiveled.
His enjoyment triggered my orgasm, making my vision white out and pleasure rock through me. I came so fast and hard in my pants that tears sprang to my eyes as wave after wave of bliss rode my body while he stretched out my throat.
When the orgasm ebbed, I sagged back, drool coating my chin and tears dampening my lashes. He leaned in to lick the moisture from my face, an act so intimate my dick started to twitch.
I fell back on the bed, and he peeled the jeans and sticky boxers off of me before lying beside me. It just wasn’t close enough, so I crawled on top of him, pressing our naked skin together.
“Someone is needy,” he murmured, filling his hands with my ass.
I didn’t realize how much until he touched me. Or maybe I did. After all, I did leave the store to come home.
“Please,” I whimpered, rocking against his stiff dick and pressing kisses against his chest. “It’s been too long.”
“We had sex in the shower just this morning,” he said, amusement in his voice.
“I need more.” I panted, teeth sinking into his shoulder.
Fisting my hair, he pulled my head back, my neck arching with the force of the hold. “Sit on my face.”
My tongue swiped across my lip. “W-what?”
“Get up here and sit on my face,” he growled, swatting my ass.
I crawled up his body, about to straddle his head.
His fingers dug in again, stopping me. “Turn around.”
He helped me move so I was facing his feet with my legs straddling his face. The tip of his nose swiped along my crack, and his hands split my cheeks. My legs started trembling, and anticipation tightened my stomach.
Instead of his tongue swiping my hole, his teeth nipped at my cheek. “Lean over. Fill your mouth.”
My eyes flew to the dick standing up off his body, the tip glistening already. His hand spread over the small of my back and pushed. I bent at the waist and wrapped my lips around his head.
“Good boy,” he praised, hand leaving my back to once again part my cheeks. “I’m going to fill you up on both ends. Make you so full of me you won’t be able to think.”
His finger brushed over my hole, and I trembled. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I held it tight while licking over the slit and then around the glans. His powerful thighs flexed, and I stared at the dark tattoo on his leg while sinking completely.
He thrust up at the same time, forcing himself deeper and making my throat burn. He gave a few shallow thrusts, and my drool ran down his shaft, gathering at the base. I gathered it on my fingers and rubbed it around his balls, dragging it over his taint.
His tongue traced my hole, and I jerked forward at the sensation. He caught my hips and pulled me back, forcing me right onto his face, and started to feast. I pulled off his rod, crying out as he devoured me, and then dove back on to settle into a slow up-and-down rhythm.
The sound of spitting and slurping filled the room. His dick was so hard I could feel the vein running along the side, and I traced it with my tongue. Wetting my fingers again, I got brave and slid down to his hole to circle the tight ring.