Bonus Epilogue
thirty-seven
Zander
One Year Later
“Welcome back to paradise, Lowe,” I say, helping my beautiful wife off the boat at the pier onto the private island in the Maldives where we first fell in love.
“It feels like coming full circle, doesn’t it?
” she says, looking around with bright eyes at the verdant oasis in the Indian Ocean that started our story.
She turns to the island hosts and greets them with enthusiasm, knowing them by name despite having been here last over six years ago.
I don't remember their names, but I was entirely focused on the stunning Sports Illustrated swimsuit model I’d somehow managed to sequester away for a two-week trip and paid little attention to anything else.
When we make it to the private villa across the island, I immediately scoop Lowe up and deposit her onto the bed that is covered in plumeria flowers.
“Now this feels like a full circle moment,” I tell her, kissing up her calves to the soft skirt of the dress she’s wearing.
I push it up her thighs and pull her thong to the side to get a taste of her.
She’s wet for me already, and she moans when I trace a fingertip through her heat and slickness, teasing her before resting my chin on her stomach.
She has the tiniest baby bump that I kiss reverently.
I love watching her body swell with my babies.
This is our third child together, but the second pregnancy I’ve been around for, and I cherish every moment I’m a part of after missing four years of Hendricks’s life.
“Are you just going to tease me, or are you going to do something about the mess you’re making of me?
” she asks, pressing up on her elbows and looking down.
“I was promised a babymoon full of fucking and anything I wanted away from our kids before another one joins the crew and makes it even harder to get time to ourselves.” Hendricks is five, and Hana is six months.
She’ll be a little over a year when this little one gets here, meaning we’ll have two babies on our hands.
“Patience, little Wildcat. That temper of yours gets me so hot, maybe I just wanted to stoke the flames a little to really get you going,” I tease, sitting up and pulling the straps of her sundress down her arms until her full tits spill out of the low neckline.
Goddamn, what a sight. I’ve seen Harlowe’s body in all shapes and sizes at this point, and it never ceases to amaze me or turn me on.
Every curve, dip, line, and soft part of her is made for me, and I will worship her so she knows how beautiful and worthy she is.
“Yeah, well, my mood could change if you make me wait too long, and I’d like to be fucked hard as a welcome to vacation present.
” She lifts her ass and lets me pull the dress down her legs, taking her threat with it.
Harlowe is horny throughout her pregnancies and wouldn't turn down sex even if I made her wait. She might just start without me, and I’d end up having to watch as she got herself off, which is just as hot.
I bite my lip as I slide my fingers under the waistband of her thong and drag it down her legs agonizingly slowly.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll more than take care of you,” I growl as I slingshot her thong across the room. She laughs and pulls at my shirt, slipping it over my head.
“Good. I have so many amazing memories of being fucked right here that I need you to remind me of. Looks like the mirror is still here.”
I look across the room where she’s pointing and smile, my reflection appearing wolfish.
I stand and make quick work of removing my pants before rejoining Harlowe on the bed.
I position her on her hands and knees, facing the mirror.
“If you like that mirror so much, you’re going to watch as I fuck you.
Think you can keep your eyes open as I make you come, Lowe?
Or am I going to be spanking this amazing ass to keep you focused?
” I slide my fist along my cock as my gaze roams her body.
“You know spanking me isn’t the threat you think it is,” she purrs, laying her head on her crossed arms and pressing her heart-shaped ass into the air to entice me.
It works.
I dive my face into her gorgeous pussy and lap up her liquid heat until she’s squirming, pressing back against me.
I add my fingers, pumping into her tight hole, and teasing her clit with little tweaks, circling until she’s gasping, legs shaking.
As she falls apart on my face and hands, moaning her pleasure into the bed, I take great delight in noticing her eyes are screwed up tight and she’s fisting the bed cover in her delicate yet strong hands.
I pull my fingers out of her greedy cunt and slap her ass with my wet palm, the sound a quick thwack that has her lids flying open and her moans turning into a startled yelp.
She pushes up onto her hands and rocks back toward me with fire in her eyes, knowing exactly why I spanked her, but playing coy all the same.
“Your eyes were closed, Lowe. You still got to come, but that should really be reserved for good girls who do as they’re told.
” I fist my cock and run the head through her wetness, groaning with the feel of her satiny softness along the most sensitive part of me.
I slap her clit with the tip, drawing out a moan just as I begin to slide myself inside her tight heat.
We both let out feral noises as I sink in, my fingers digging into her hips and pulling her harder against me, her ass jiggling when I bottom out.
Harlowe flips her hair over her shoulder and stares at me through the reflection in the mirror, her chocolate eyes heating with lust as I start to move. “Fuck me harder and I won't be able to close my eyes, Zand,” she sasses.
“Oh, Wildcat, you know that sassy mouth of yours is my fucking favorite. If you want it hard, baby, just say so.”
I slide out to the tip, angling my hips as I grab hers and pull her back on me roughly.
Her gasp is a beautiful sound that quickly devolves into pants and moans as I fuck her properly—hard, deep, and fast the way she needs.
Her walls tighten as I hit her spot, and her blinks get longer as she gives into the pleasure.
I wrap my fist in her hair and pull her head back so she has to look into the mirror.
She gasps at the tight pull, but her lips curve up into a smile.
“Watch me as you fall apart, Lowe. I want to see your beautiful face when you come for me,” I demand as my hips slap against her ass.
Her smile is feline and lights up every nerve as my release builds.
Her inner walls start a soft flutter around me.
I have to think of anything but how fucking amazing she feels and how good her tits look swinging as I pound into her from behind to keep from blowing it right now.
Her eyes lock on mine and she holds her breath, her pussy locking down and growing even tighter around me as I piston into the perfect, wet softness I love so much.
“Fuck yes, baby, come for me,” I growl as she lets go and cries out.
My name is a beautiful sound falling from her lips that has my own release barreling through me, my hips locking against her plush ass as I throw my head back with a curse.
My cock swells and pulses, painting her with my cum and joining with her as her pussy spasms so perfectly around me.
I collapse over her, rolling us to our sides as we remain connected.
I love softening inside her, my cum bottled up to make as many of our beautiful babies as possible.
Too bad she’s already pregnant. This vacation would be a perfect excuse to work on another if she weren’t.
I’ll give her as many babies as she’ll let me.
Hendricks is amazing, and Hana has been such a wonderful little baby.
I’ve loved watching her go from newborn to a baby who recognizes things around her.
I can't wait to see her personality as she gets older. Will she be serious and smart like her older brother? Will she be a girly-girl? If Harlowe has her way, she’ll be having tea parties and playing dress up in no time.
We’ll find out the gender of our new little one in another month or so, but as long as he or she is healthy, I’ll be happy.
“You’re unusually quiet back there,” Lowe says, turning in my arms and running her fingers through my hair. “What’s on your mind?”
I bring my hand to her belly and splay my fingers across it. “Thinking about this little nugget. Wondering if it will be a girl or boy, and what they will be like,” I answer.
She covers my hand with hers and kisses my nose. “After two sweet kids, I think we're due for a hellion more like you. I have a feeling this one’s going to be spicy, considering I’ve been craving spicy foods and feel like fighting with you more than ever.”
“You have been a bit feisty, but I love you for it,” I tell her.
She gives me a playful pout that I would dare agree with her assessment of her more confrontational nature this pregnancy, instead of denying that she’s had an attitude and picks fights frequently.
“If that’s the baby’s doing, I think we’ll have our hands full.
What should we call them? I think they’ll need a badass name for their spirited personality.
Maybe like Blade or Phoenix, or even something like Ember or Nova.
A name that sounds like it could be good for a rock star or a professional athlete, because you know that’s what this kid will end up doing if they’re anything like me. ”
Harlowe laughs, the sound throaty and full.
“I actually like Nova. That would be a beautiful girl's name. If you want a rock star or athlete-type name, I think I like Axel. Those could totally work and sounds spicy for my little chili pepper who wants all the hot foods and likes to dance late into the night, giving me heartburn instead of letting me sleep.”