Epilogue
ONE YEAR LATER
Meghan
S itting in my bedroom at the vanity table with a smile on my face, I listen to the sounds of the party floating through the window from the backyard. I need a moment to breathe before I go downstairs and see all of our friends and family.
It’s already been a busy morning.
Rubbing a hand over my stomach, I smile down at my growing bump—I’m five months pregnant with our second baby and we’ve just moved into my dream home. After our first night as an engaged couple, Cooper and I decided to wait to try for baby number two until after our wedding.
We got married six months after our engagement and I fell pregnant almost immediately after the wedding. It was the best wedding gift we could have given ourselves. Cooper was ecstatic to be able to experience the pregnancy from day one.
“There you are. Are you coming down? I need your help to entertain everyone,” Cooper chuckles as he walks into our bedroom.
Coming up behind me, he rests his hands on my shoulders. As he bends to kiss the side of my neck and I tilt my head to give him more access, releasing a moan of satisfaction as he finds the sensitive spot he’s so fond of.
This pregnancy has been crazy for my hormones. I’ve been horny non-stop for at least three months. Cooper likes to tease me, saying I’m worse than a teenage boy when it comes to sex. I like to threaten to withhold sex if he teases me too much, which ends up with him worshiping me instead.
“We can’t leave our guests downstairs with no hosts,” Cooper whispers against the shell of my ear.
When he moves away from me, I grab his hand to stop his movement, my eyes meeting his in the reflection of the mirror.
“Please, Cooper… I need you.” I plead as I turn on the small bench so that I’m facing him and my hands reach out to undo his jeans. I can already see his cock straining against the stiff fabric of his jeans.
“Get on the bed, Meghan,” he commands, causing a smug smile to stretch across my cheeks as I prance toward the bed.
Stripping my maxi dress over my head in one smooth motion, I drop it on the floor as Cooper locks the bedroom door. On my back in the middle of the bed, completely naked, I’m ready and waiting for him as he stalks toward me.
His hand smooths from my foot, up my calf and to my thigh. I can see the darkening of his eyes as lust takes him over. When he runs a finger through my slick pussy and brings it to his lips, licking it clean, I moan in anticipation.
“So wet for me, baby… you taste like fucking heaven,” he growls before kneeling on the bed between my spread legs.
The first swipe of his tongue has my back arching off of the bed and my fingers diving into his hair, as I roll my hips against his mouth. I’m so close already but the need to have him inside of me when I come has me silently pleading with my body to wait.
Cooper’s tongue is flicking over my clit at a rapid pace and I’m not sure I can hold back. When I don’t think I can take anymore, he sucks my bud into his mouth at the same time as he pushes one finger into my core.
“Cooper... I need more,” I beg.
A second finger enters me but it still isn’t enough and so I tug on his hair in an effort to pull him up my body and on top of me. Resting on his hands, he hovers above me, dipping his head down to kiss me. I can taste myself on his tongue as it swipes into my mouth and tangles with my own.
Pulling away for a moment to remove his own clothes, he returns to me and settles between my legs before gently sliding into my greedy pussy. A guttural moan releases from me at the deliciousness of being filled by him.
“I love you,” he vows, wiping the hair from my face as he starts to move. “God, you feel so good, baby.”
I lift my right leg and wrap it around his hip, urging him to go deeper. With my eyes closed, I give into the sensations coursing through my body. Just two more strokes and I’m sure I’ll be tipping over the edge into an explosive orgasm.
“Meghan, Cooper—are you in there?” Alex knocks before rattling the handle, finding it locked she calls through the door. “Lizzie’s taken a tumble, and she wants you both.”
We stay silent for a moment, looking at each other, still connected in the most intimate of ways.
“Coming,” I call, releasing a frustrated sigh. I give Cooper one last kiss before he withdraws from me.
Cockblocked by my own kid!
“You get dressed and I’ll go take care of her,” he says, moving from the bed, throwing my dress next to me before getting dressed himself.
“I love you,” I murmur, mesmerized by how the muscles in his body pull and contract as he dresses.
Once he’s fully dressed and I’m still naked on the bed having been distracted by him, he walks back to the bed and brushes my hair from my face before dusting a kiss across my forehead.
He moves to the bathroom and I watch his reflection in the mirror of the ensuite as he swishes his mouth with mouthwash, before spitting it in the sink and then washing his hands.
As he returns to the bedroom, I’m still splayed naked on the bed when he growls, “You’re so fucking tempting. Tonight, I’m going to eat you for dessert. I love you.”
Cooper
I walk away from my wife and I still can’t believe she’s mine. It's the hardest thing to leave, especially when she’s pure temptation laid out on our bed.
Adjusting myself one last time, willing my cock to calm down, I open the door and walk into the hallway to be greeted by a grinning Alex.
“Sorry to have interrupted,” she chuckles, as a smile stretches across her face.
“No, you’re not. Where’s Lizzie?”
“Last time I checked, she was in the living room being comforted by your mom. I’m sure she’ll be fine, but you know what she’s like.”
I nod in response and as I go to walk past her, Alex rests her hand on my arm, making me pause. I look down at it and then up at her face in question but she’s biting on her lip and avoiding my gaze.
“Is… is Sebastian coming?” I struggle to hear her wh ispered question, but Meghan’s told me enough for me to know what went on between them.
“He said he would be…” I confirm. “I don’t think he’s bringing anyone.” I continue, answering her unasked question. She nods her head in response before straightening her shoulders and standing taller.
She waves her hand at me to usher me away. “Go to Lizzie.”
Downstairs I find my mom and Meghan’s dad sitting with Lizzie between them on the couch in the living room. Lizzie is eighteen months old and growing too fast for my liking.
“Hey pumpkin, what happened?” I ask as I crouch down in front of her.
“I-I-I fells. Ha–a–nd,” she hiccups as she shows me her little grazed palm.
Pulling her hand toward me, I examine the graze before placing a kiss on her open palm. It doesn’t look like it’ll get infected, but I’ll clean it up just in case. I carry her into the kitchen, leaving my mom and Walter to talk on the couch, placing Lizzie on the counter next to the sink.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I soothe, taking the first aid kit out from under the sink.
It doesn’t take long to clean her wound and set her back down to play with the other children. She was a trooper and didn’t make a peep as I cleaned her up, instead watching in fascination as I went through the motions.
Meghan comes into the kitchen, followed by Alex as I finish clearing up the counter and I watch her as they talk in hushed tones.
She’s my wife.
Some might say our relationship happened too fast, but I’d known since meeting her that there was something between us, it just took me a while to realize she was meant to be mine.
It’s definitely been a whirlwind but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
She’s the perfect woman for me and has blessed me with a beautiful daughter and a son I can’t wait to meet.
After pouring a glass of orange juice for Meghan, I grab myself a beer from the fridge before joining her and Alex. Handing over Meghan’s glass, I wrap my arm around her waist, dropping a kiss on the top of her head.
My gaze drifts out to the backyard, and I watch Lizzie running around, screaming with her new friends. A content smile stretches across my face at everything we’ve built together.
I have everything I never thought I would get and I’m never letting it go.
The front door opening has me turning to see who’s entered and I’m greeted to Sebastian walking in, a woman dressed in a short, hot pink dress follows behind him on skyscraper heels.
My gaze shoots to Alex, and she meets my eyes before shaking her head, her eyes are glassy, before she turns on her heel and walks out into the backyard.
I can practically feel Meghan glaring daggers up at me and so I aim my own glare at Seb, who smiles as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.
“Did you know?”
I squeeze her hip before responding, “Not a clue. Believe me, I’m as pissed at him as you are.”
She releases a heavy sigh, resting her hand on my chest. “It’s probably best to give her some space, can you ask him to leave her alone?”
“Anything for you, my Queen,” my lips brush against hers pulling away before it can become heated.
The End