Epilogue 3
As the days pass, I notice a subtle shift in Sy’s demeanor. Gone are the restless nights that plagued him before Clarissa’s visit. It’s as if the weight has been lifted from his shoulders, and he’s used all the extra energy to throw himself harder into his training and practice sessions this past week.
It’s been one week since his mom left, and it feels like I’ve hardly seen him since. Of course, that’s not true. Two days ago, I traveled to San Fran with the other wives and girlfriends to watch the Sabertooths’ last game before the break. The game was legendary, and the night I spent with Sy was even more unforgettable. Seriously, that man is like a fucking machine after a game… literally.
Since I had a date to keep with Gail tonight, I left yesterday. Sadly, Sy couldn’t come with me as he and the team had commitments and stayed an extra day—until today. I look down at my phone, noticing that only a few minutes have passed since I last looked.
“I’m going to take that thing away from you if you don’t stop looking at it every ten seconds,” Gail threatens.
“You wouldn’t,” I retort, knowing full well that she would in a heartbeat.
“Try me, and see what happens, Luce.”
With a dramatic sigh, I put my phone away. I know I’m being a shitty friend, acting like a lovesick teenager that can’t stand not to text with her guy every minute of every day. But dammit, we’re newlyweds. Aren’t we supposed to act this way?
“Fine,” I relent. “The phone’s gone and I’m all yours. So what do you want to talk about?”
Gail cackles. “Well let’s see. So far we’ve discussed how you just manipulated your husband into making up with his mom—”
“Hey!” I exclaim. “I didn’t manipulate anyone.”
“Didn’t you?” Gail challenges. “You controlled their reunion without being completely honest and upfront about it. Sounds like manipulation to me.”
Stunned, I bite on the inside of my cheek. “It wasn’t like that,” I argue weakly. Despite having plenty more to say, the impact of her words compels me to restrain myself.
She’s correct, I completely manipulated the situation. Wait, no. I didn’t do it for my gain. I did it to help both of them. Shit, I’m so confused right now I can’t decide if what I did was good or bad. A small part of me did it because I know what it’s like not to have any family, something I don’t wish for my husband.
“Luce!”
Shit, I must have completely zoned out because the way Gail almost shouts my name sounds like it isn’t the first time she’s calling me.
“What?” I snap, immediately regretting it.
“I was just messing with you,” she clarifies. Her brows are pinched together. “You know I don’t think of you as a manipulator.”
And that’s the problem in a nutshell; I’m the one thinking it. “I really was only trying to help,” I try to explain. “They both seemed like they needed it.”
“I believe you,” Gail says, smiling at me. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I was only joking around.”
“Whatever,” I say. “Let’s get more to drink.”
Gail fist bumps the air and immediately offers to go get more shots from the bar. As soon as she has her back turned to me, I fish my phone back out and check if there’s an update from Sy. Of course there isn’t. I text him again, letting him know I’m still at O’Jackie’s with Gail.
“Jesus,” I mutter when Gail returns with a tray filled with so many shot glasses I can already feel the hangover I’ll suffer through tomorrow.
“Cheers,” she whoops once she’s seated and is double-fisting shots.
I laugh and take two myself. “Cheers.”
More people file in while we sit at the same table we occupied the night I ran into Sy here. It feels like another lifetime, and not at all like it was only about a month and a half ago. I’m enjoying myself much more this time around. Knowing I’m free to live my life as I want has given me a newfound appetite, and I’m hellbent on wanting to live every minute to the fullest.
“Have you figured out what you want to do about a job?” Gail asks.
A smile pulls at my lips. “I think I’m going to create some online courses.” This is something I’ve thought a lot about for the last week. “It’ll give me the flexibility to travel with Sy if I want to, and just… do whatever I want.”
“What will you tea… teachsss?” Gail slurs.
I burst out laughing at how drunk she is. “You’re ssso… sso drunks,” I accuse. When my speech isn’t much better, we fall into hysterical laughter.
“Do we need more drinks?” Gail asks, making an effort to speak normally.
I point at the tray that still has some untouched shots left on it. “I think we’re covered,” I observe dryly.
“I want to teach social media. If I do it right, I should be able to make a course that’s… umm…” I trail off as my thoughts keep eluding me. I know I was in the middle of explaining my business idea. But fuck, the alcohol is making it harder and harder to think. “Multiple markets,” I blurt out as soon as I remember what I was talking about.
Damn, I need to switch to water. I do not want to fall asleep in the car again when Sy picks me up. Telling Gail this, I struggle to get up, and the trip to the bar takes longer than it should with all the zig-zagging I’m doing. But in the end, I manage, and I actually feel steadier as I head back to our table with two bottles of water and some nuts.
Gail eyes the water like it’s public enemy number one, but she eagerly throws herself at the nuts. We continue to talk about my business idea, and it surprises me how interested she is. I mean, she’s always been interested in my life, so there’s that. Maybe I’m reading too much into it.
“Is there a reason you’re asking all these questions?” I ask teasingly. But before Gail can answer, my phone rings. I drunkenly fumble to slide the bar to accept the call, but I keep missing. “Damn it,” I curse frustrated when I miss Sy’s call.
Just as I’m about to call him back, I feel a presence at my back. It’s silly considering the amount of people here, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that my husband is here. My body is heating and every hair stands at attention. I turn around, immediately spotting him a few feet away. He’s flanked by both Mickey and Soren, all of them looking tired.
“I guess you’re leaving now,” Gail pouts.
Feeling bad for ditching her, I offer, “We can stay for one more drink if you want.”
Her eyes trail over both of Sy’s friends. “Nah, go. I’ll be fine.” She playfully waggles her eyebrows.
It takes me a few attempts to get up, and I don’t succeed until Sy’s at my side, helping me. “How much have you had to drink, wife?”
“Enough,” I giggle. Noticing that Mickey and Soren are both sitting down, I shake my finger at them. “Be nice to Gail.” Then I hug her goodbye and let Sy take me home.
This time I’m awake for the ride, and I listen as Sy tells me all about the interviews they had to do. It doesn’t sound different from the normal stuff they do, so I mostly let him do the talking while we drive through the quiet streets to our home.
We barely make it in the door before I pull Sy to me and climb him like a tree. “I want you,” I purr.
He places his hands on my ass, squeezing the globes tight. “You have me, sweet bunny,” he rasps.
“Then take me to bed,” I demand, loving how tightly he holds me.
I’m still drunk enough that I can feel each step more than normal, but I’m not slurring my words—at least I don’t think I am—and the room isn’t spinning, so I’m good to go.
When we reach the bedroom, Sy puts me down on my feet, and I sit down on the bed, not taking my eyes off him as he tugs off his tie, tossing it on the floor. I watch as he starts working on his shirt, undoing the cuffs first before working the buttons down the front. Arousal thrums in my veins; it’s hot watching my husband undress.
“Like what you’re seeing?” he rasps, and I nod as he peels off his shirt. “Why are you still dressed?”
I can’t take my eyes off him, and it isn’t until he undoes his belt, sliding it through the loops on his pants and swings it in the air that I realize I still haven’t answered him. “Umm…” Having no words, I stand up and kick my ankle boots off. The next thing to go is my black cashmere sweater.
I come to a halt, unable to continue undressing as I notice Sy’s pants are now pooling around his feet. As he steps out of them, my eyes are drawn to the huge bulge in his boxer briefs. More specifically, the wet patch where precum has seeped through the fabric.
Licking my lips, I step closer to him, forcing myself to look into his dark eyes. Then I undo the button on my pants, quickly shoving them down my legs so I’m standing in front of him only wearing my black lace lingerie.
“So beautiful,” he rasps, cupping my hips and spinning me around so my back is to his front.
Sy quickly unclasps my bra and gets rid of my panties. I lean back against his bare chest, goosebumps spreading across my skin as the cool air in our bedroom hits me.
“I want to spend the rest of my life worshiping you,” Sy rasps, making me whimper as he sucks my earlobe into his hot mouth. “I want to fucking drown in you, Lucia. My bunny, my wife. My everything.”
As his hands come up to cup my tits, I turn my head, and his lips meet mine in a searing kiss filled with more passion, more need, more love, more everything than I’ve ever experienced.
He rolls my nipples, and I awkwardly reach back, grabbing his ass to pull him closer to me. His dick is rock hard, nestled into the crevice of my ass cheeks. I grip his long hair with one hand, never wanting him to stop kissing me, I think I even moan that into his mouth. Then I move my other hand from his firm ass to between our bodies so I can grip the outline of his cock.
Sy growls into my mouth, his tongue dominating mine as he continues to palm my tits, gliding his fingers over their peaks. I keep my grip firm on his cock, feeling it grow impossibly harder, and one of Sy’s hands slides down my front, grazing a searing trail over my slit before he cups my sex, pulling me further back against him.
Breaking the kiss, Sy uses his foot to nudge mine, telling me he wants me to spread my legs further. I do. Then he spreads his fingers still cupping my weeping cunt. “This right here, that’s my heaven,” he rasps.
“Sy,” I moan, arousal making my tone low and sultry while heat ignites deep in my core. “I want you inside me.”
“Not yet. Tonight I want to savor you.” He releases my folds and then circles his fingers over my clit. “To devour you.” He presses his digits into the heat of my entrance, making me cry out as need slams into me like a freight train going at full speed.
“Fuck, bunny. You’re so wet for me.” He slides his fingers back out to smear my wetness across my clit before he growls. “Legs wider.”
I quickly follow the demand, widening my legs even more, and the second I do, he slides his fingers through my pussy lips before slowly pushing three digits inside me. My legs begin to shake as I push against his hand, working his fingers deeper.
“Sy!” I cry, as he fucks me with his fingers. I’m already close to coming, and I swirl my hips, desperate to fall over the edge.
I palm my tits, pinching my nipples and tip my head back against his shoulder, my eyes falling shut. The way he’s working my pussy, his fingers delving deep inside me while the heel of his palm presses against my clit sends me into a frenzy, and I ride his hand until I come hard.
My moans and cries are loud, even to my own ears, and so much fluid rushes out between my legs that it feels like I just peed myself.
“Ohmygoshdeargod… I can’t… donotstop,” I ramble, so far beyond anything but what my body craves as Sy keeps fingering my pussy. I look down as the waves keep coming, and clear liquid rushes from me.
“Fuck, yes.” Sy groans, “Give me more. Give me all of it.”
He doesn’t let up, and I explode in another orgasm that has me absolutely gushing. As it pours, or sprays, from me, Sy moves to my front. I don’t know how he manages to keep his fingers inside me, but I feel them as he curls the digits.
My lips part in an O as he drops to his knees, catching some of my wetness with his mouth. “So fucking delicious,” he rasps, scissoring his fingers, which makes even more liquid spray from my pussy.
I’m so spent I can barely stand up. Sy uses one hand to help steady me, and when I’m no longer gushing, he pulls his fingers out of me and places both hands on my hips just before my knees give out. His mouth is still on me, and the pressure from his tongue is almost too much.
“Sy,” I moan, unsure if I’m wanting him to stop or to do more.
“I got you,” he reassures me, and when I look down to see his heated stare, I don’t fight it. How can I when he’s looking at me like a man starving? “I’m not done with you yet, bunny. Mhmm, the things I want to do to you. With you.”
“Yes,” I whisper. Before I can say anything else, Sy gets up and carries me over to the bed, gently sitting me down on the edge. Then I spread my legs so he can stand between them.
He fists his cock with one hand while moving the other one to the back of my neck, squeezing until I look up at him. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” I don’t know what’s prompting him to ask, but his tone is serious so I know he’s expecting me to answer.
“Now and always,” I vow. “I’ll always be yours, Sy, and you’re mine.”
“Yes I fucking am,” he growls. “Now and always, bunny.”
Looking up at Sy’s dark eyes, I lick my lips. Now’s the time to tell him. “I’m no longer on the pill,” I admit, the uncertainty of his reaction makes my tone low, barely audible. “I haven’t been since we went to the Vatican, and—”
Sy silences me by pushing me back and crawling on top of me, slanting his lips to mine in an all-consuming kiss I can feel in every inch of my body. “I know. Well, figured since you didn’t have them with you in Rome,” he pants. “And it makes me so fucking hard to know my baby could already be in your belly.”
I gasp in surprise at his words, but it morphs into a moan as he kisses and licks his way down my body, not stopping until he reaches my belly button. His tongue delves into the orifice, sending electricity through my body.
“You want us to make a kid?” I ask, surprised and yet not.
“A kid? No, wife. I want to make enough we need a fucking minivan when we go anywhere. I want our house to be filled with the family we’d create together.”
Tears distort my vision as I hear the longing in his words. The way he describes our future perfectly matches what I want, and I’m suddenly impatient for it to happen. “I want that too,” I confirm. Reaching between us, I fist his hard cock. “So get this in my pussy and put a baby in me, Sy.”
Grabbing my hips, Sy turns me around so I’m face down on the bed. He kisses a burning trail down my spine, biting into the soft flesh of my ass cheek. “Fuck, wife,” he rasps. “Get on all fours. Now.”
I quickly push myself up, and as soon as I’m in position, I feel the tip of his hard dick against my entrance. I push back, panting hard as he thrusts all the way to the hilt. Despite all the times I’ve had his cock in my pussy, I’m still not used to his size, especially at this angle where he’s so deep inside me, and it takes a few moments before I’m ready for him to move.
“My beautiful wife,” Sy rasps almost reverently. “You’re so fucking perfect. Your body, your mind… everything about you. I’m the luckiest man alive.” I look at him over my shoulder in time to see him bite his lip for a moment before he starts moving.
The stretch of his cock sends heat rushing over my skin, and a whimper escapes me. “Sy,” I plead. “Fuck me. Put your baby in my belly.”
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he growls. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum.”
“Fill me.” I breathe, my voice needy and husky.
Sy groans as I tighten my inner muscles around him. “Oh, I will. But first…” Without warning, he flips me to my back so we’re looking at each other, and he looms over me like the wicked sex god he is. “I want to see your face when I knock you up.”
“Oh, God. Sy… I…” My words turn to nonsensical sounds as he slams into me so hard I slide up the mattress. He follows me, making sure his cock never leaves my warm, wet hole.
“Rub your clit, wife,” he commands huskily. “Come all over my cock.”
With a whimper, I slide my hand down my front. My eyes stay on his as I rub my sensitive bundle of nerves, and it doesn’t take long before my legs shake, everything in me tightening as my pleasure builds.
“Sy!” I cry out his name, squeezing my eyes shut as my back arches off the bed.
My lips part as he fucks me at a brutal pace that has my tits bouncing. It’s so perfect I can’t do anything but surrender to the wild ride that is being loved by Sy. We move in tandem, both our bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat.
“Fuck. Bunny. I’m going to—” He cuts himself off with a groan, and I moan in response.
“Me too. Just a bit more. Sy, I… I need… I’m… fuck!”
As Sy picks up the pace, he steals my senses with each piston of his hips. I lose the ability to hear, and all I can see is Sy’s face, but even that becomes blurry as my vision begins to wane. His dick in my pussy and my fingers on my clit is too much, and my orgasm hits me hard.
“Sy!” I scream.
He’s relentless as he thrusts into me with wild abandon, dragging out my orgasm. Or maybe it’s another one that hits, I can’t tell. I’m boneless, barely able to catch my breath before he slams his lips to mine, immediately sliding his tongue into my mouth.
I feel the moment he finds his own release, shooting his hot cum deep inside me. “Fuck. Lucia. Fuuuuuck.”
A satisfied smile spreads across my lips. Sy doesn’t use my name often, making it all the more special when he does.
Instead of pulling out, he keeps his dick inside me even after it’s grown soft. He’s once again looming over me, but this time his attention is solely between my thighs. “What are you doing?” I ask around a yawn, feeling thoroughly spent.
Making sure none of my cum leaks out of your sweet pussy,” he rasps like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it is since he’s said something similar to me in the past.
I hum, loving how seriously he’s taking this. Closing my eyes, I smile as he moves a pillow under my hips, and I imagine feeling one of his swimmers making its way to the right place for us to create life. I don’t know if I’m ovulating, or if the contraceptive pills are even out of my system yet. But it’s nice to dream about the future; our future.