Epilogue
AXEL
I stood at the entrance of Jordan’s new restaurant and waited for my turn at the reception table.
My phone dinged.
Mila: SOS At the bar. Please save me.
I smiled as I stepped forward. A woman in a red dress sat at the table with a typed list.
She smiled up at me. “Welcome to the grand opening of The Blue Fork. What’s your name?”
“Axel Mikhailov.”
She looked through her list and then smiled. “Your other party is already here. Please enjoy a complimentary night of food and drinks, courtesy of Jordan. Enjoy.”
The restaurant was dimly lit, all warm shadows and soft vibes, with tea lights flickering on every table and tiny fairy lights strung across the ceiling. People stood in clusters, talking and laughing. At the far end of the room, Jordan was directing two chefs at an elaborate buffet table.
I swung my focus to the bar and found Mila immediately. She wore a fitted autumn orange dress that was tied at the waist and had long sleeves to balance out the shortness of the skirt. She stood on high, strappy heels. Her legs looked long and supple in the warm light.
She was standing with three older women, one of them talking animatedly.
I walked up behind her and put my arm around her waist. She stiffened momentarily, and then I felt her entire body relax against mine.
The older woman who was talking paused as she assessed me. “Aren’t you a cool drink.”
The other women laughed. One even clutched her pearls.
“Excuse me, ladies,” I said smoothly. “But I need my wife immediately.”
Before they could answer, I tugged at Mila’s wrist and started to lead her away.
“It was nice talking to you,” Mila said politely over her shoulder.
When we were out of earshot, I swung her into my arms for a quick hug.
She felt amazing. I felt her giggle.
I pulled back. “What?”
“You came.”
“You sent an SOS. Tell me what you were escaping,” I teased, not wanting to let go of her just yet.
“That was Jordan’s step-grandmother.”
“And?”
“And she was telling me about how she accidentally sexted Jordan when she meant to be sexting his grandfather.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her shocked expression.
“It gets worse. She actually had screenshots of the texts. Multiple graphic messages. That she made me read.”
The story amused me, but what really tickled me was how easily Mila still got scandalized. I pulled her tighter. “How come you never send me dirty texts?”
She paused and then giggled. “What would I say?”
“I could think of a few things.”
She lifted her face to mine, curious. “Like what?”
God, she was cute.
At that moment, Jordan rushed toward us. “You came!”
I stood at the bar with our drinks, looking over the crowd. Mila had migrated to another table with Tanya by her side. They were laughing, as usual.
I pulled out my phone.
Me: You’re going to be screaming my name tonight, doll
I watched as she pulled her phone out and read the message.
She covered her mouth, eyes wide with shock, then snapped her head up as she searched the room for me.
Our eyes locked.
Then she ducked her head over her phone and I could see her typing.
Ping.
Mila: I’ve been thinking about you all day long. That way.
As far as heat went, that was about as tame as it got, but since it was my sweet little wife, my dick was already hard.
Me: Ten minutes and then I’m taking you home to get naked
She blushed hard and then, without looking at me, she typed again.
Mila: I’ll be ready in five
We weren’t even through the front door and I couldn’t keep my hands off her.
We hotly kissed while I managed to kick the door shut.
She frantically pulled my shirt out of my pants and made fast work of my belt buckle.
I got frustrated with the wraparound belt part of her dress and resorted to lifting up her skirt.
I hooked my thumbs on her underwear and yanked them down with a bit of force.
She loved that, and she moaned heavily on my tongue.
I pushed her against the oak side table in the foyer.
Something hard bounced on the floor without breaking.
“Ignore that,” she said against my mouth, as her hands fumbled with the zipper of my pants.
Without effort, I lifted her onto the side table, hissing when her small hand pulled my hard dick out of my pants and fisted me.
I roughly pushed her legs apart and then flipped up the silky fabric of her skirt until it was bunched around her waist. My fingers took advantage of her spread legs. When I found her wet and ready, I groaned into her mouth.
“I can’t wait to bury my face between your legs.”
“No,” she protested. “I need you now.”
I felt her trying to guide my cock between her legs.
I stepped closer and roughly pulled down the front of her dress, tucking her bra cups beneath her breasts so she was pushed up and bare. I cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between my fingertips.
Her head fell back. “Oh, yeah.”
“Let me fuck you with my tongue,” I growled playfully.
She looked up at me through her lashes and spread her legs wider. “You know what your fuck doll wants.”
I stepped close and, grasping my cock, teased it at her entrance. Then I grabbed her by her hips and drove the length of myself deep into her.
Her entire face crumpled into something between wonder and ecstasy. She reached up to my face and held my gaze. “I needed you, all of you, inside of me. Just like this. Oh, my god.” Her head fell back when I pulled out slowly, then fucked my wife with single minded focus.
With one hand on my shoulder for balance, she guided my hand between her legs with the other.
“Do that circle thing.”
If I hadn’t been breathing so hard, I would have laughed. I obliged and, using my thumb exactly the way she liked it, I circled her clit in time with my deep thrusts, bending my knees so I could create more friction.
She held on to my shoulders while her gaze captured mine.
“Say something dirty to me.” She was as out of breath as I was.
“I’m going to make you scream my name.”
She moaned. “Yeah, more.”
“You know why I married my fuck doll?”
She groaned loudly, her eyes shut. “Tell me why.”
“Because she knows how to fuck my cock better than anyone else.”
“Yes, oh god, yes.” Her hips were pumping with mine, and her face was scrunched up in rapture. “More.”
My little wife loved the dirty talk. The dirtier the better.
“Do you know what happens when you don’t let me fuck you with my tongue?”
Her voice was breathless. “Tell me.”
“You get tied up, and I get to make you come so many times you’ll be begging me to stop.”
“With your tongue?”
I could tell by the pitch of her voice that she was really close to coming.
I thought about the last time my wife had let me tie her to all four corners of our bed. She had actually let me use a vibrator on her, and I don’t think I had ever experienced anything more erotic than edging her with that vibrator before fucking her into oblivion.
“No, tonight I’m bringing out the vibrator, and I’m going to make you beg.”
My words set her off, and she bucked beneath me, arching back in uncontrollable pleasure as her orgasm washed over her hard and fast.
The sight of her losing it set me off.
“Oh, fuck.” I wrapped my arms around her, holding her down while I violently pumped my release into her.
I held on to her in a tangle of hot limbs, while my hard dick twitched inside of her.
She was struggling to breathe. “Did you mean that?”
I brushed damp hair off her forehead. “Mean what?”
Her eyes teased me. “You’re going to use the vibrator again?”
“Planned on it.”
She pushed against me until I was completely out of her.
“What’s going on?” I was more amused than anything.
She scrambled off the side table, all the while pushing down her dress. “I’m going to let Bandit out in the backyard. You get the ropes ready.”
“What’s the rush?”
“It’s 10 p.m. If we hurry, we’ll have hours.” She sounded breathless. “Bandit,” she called around me. “Time to go outside.”
Warmth and peace, and something deeper, filled me up.
“Hey.” I grabbed her by the chin, knowing she loved it when I got bossy.
She turned to look at me, her eyes filled with both lust and impatience. “What?”
“I love you, doll.”
“Fuck doll,” she corrected with a little smile.
“I love you, fuck doll.”
“I love you too.”