Epilogue
Gus
I slid my hand over her hip, fingers digging into flesh. “I want you.”
“Then take me.” She purred the words, sliding her ass against my cock. We lay on the bed on our sides, her back to my front.
It was a damn good way to wake up in the morning. I slid my hands over her body, cupping her breasts, swollen and large, overfilling my palms. She had so many new curves, and the way she moved had changed.
I loved my wife, my beautiful, beautiful partner. And now she was all mine, nearly sated and glowing.
She reached around and squeezed my cock. I groaned, closing my eyes.
“Dear God, woman,” I growled in her ear.
“Get inside me already. You’ve been keeping me on the edge for over an hour now and I’m done with it.”
“So impatient.”
“Of course, I’m impatient. I’m always impatient for you.”
I laughed and gently cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples some more. “So sensitive,” Jen whispered and then stiffened, her back arching.
“Too sensitive?” I asked, immediately lightening my touch.
She shook her head against me and sighed. “No. Just right. I need you, Gus. Please?”
Her voice sounded so soft and sweet, and I knew she would probably growl at me at any moment. I loved this woman and her mood swings.
Not that I ever called them that. Because if I did, she would break me, and I would let her.
I fucking loved her.
I slid my hands down her again and lifted her thigh, angling myself behind her.
“I love you,” I whispered before kissing her shoulder and slowly sinking deep.
She shuddered, her pussy hot, wet, and clamping around my cock.
It was hard to breathe when she was so close, so warm and inviting. I took my time, sliding in and out of her inch by inch until I was finally fully seated, and we were both sweating.
“You are torturing me.”
“The best kind of torture, wife.” I kissed her shoulder again before moving in slow, lazy strokes.
Our courtship had been a whirlwind. And that was just the tip of the iceberg. Somehow, we’d made a bet and argued into getting married within three months.
I wasn’t quite sure how it’d happened, but one day I was holding my girlfriend, my partner, and the next…we were standing in my parents’ backyard, my arms around her, my brother at my side, her younger sister at hers, and were vowing to each other that we would take over the world together.
Perhaps not in those terms exactly, but close enough.
Our friends surrounded us, people of our past and hopefully our future.
Nobody seemed surprised that we’d gotten married so fast. I think the world assumed we had been together for over a year, the long months when we had been side by side, pretending we didn’t want each other when we truly did.
The way we met, fell in love, and started our family might not be how everybody else would think love happened, but we were in it for the long haul.
Finally, Jen came, clamping around my cock as she moaned, her body flushing beautifully. I followed, having held myself back because I wanted to see her come. Just sinking deep inside her these days could set me off, and that was a problem. But it didn’t matter, I needed her.
As we lay there, sweat-slick, I held my wife and willed myself to stay awake.
“We’re going to be late for work,” she mumbled into the pillow. I sighed before slowly sliding out of her. The sensation nearly sent me over the edge, and from the groan that fell from Jen’s mouth, she felt it, too.
“Let’s go shower.”
“Separately.” She huffed out a laugh. “Because we really do need to get to work. You have a meeting, and I have paperwork.”
“Yay, paperwork,” I teased.
She sat up and flipped me off before sliding her hands over her massive stomach.
I would never call it massive. But she was round with child and looked like some gorgeous goddess of fertility. Again, I wouldn’t say that to her. She could kill me with her pinky.
I helped her off the bed because I wanted to, not because she needed me.
We had found a balance in that and how we protected each other.
I mostly worked with Kane and Kingston these days while she was in the office working with Noah, backing up the cybersecurity branch.
She wasn’t doing installs as much anymore because standing on a ladder when she was so top-heavy wasn’t smart.
As for what would happen after the delivery, our company was connected to a childcare group.
Because the Montgomery generation before had so many children, they’d created a daycare so people could still work but have a family member or loved one taking care of their kids.
I was grateful that extended to anyone who worked with the Montgomerys.
While there weren’t as many children as there had been in the previous generation, I had a feeling the Montgomerys and their ilk were only getting started.
We each showered, made our breakfasts, and settled into a routine that worked for us. We were living in my house since I had a guest room that we’d turned into a nursery, and an office we could put a daybed in to make a guest room. Jen had been renting, so it was an easy move, and things fit.
For all our fighting, things worked now.
I wasn’t going to look fate directly in the eyes and question it.
We made our way to work, driving together because Jen didn’t feel like squeezing behind the wheel, and as we walked in, Daisy looked up and smiled.
“There’s my favorite pregnant person.”
“Aren’t your cousins pregnant, too?”
“Yes, but you’re my favorite pregnant person in this room. How’s that?” she asked as she held out her hand. “May I?”
“Stop asking. You know you’re always allowed to.”
Daisy laughed. “True, but I don’t want to get kicked by you and not just the baby.”
Jen rolled her eyes as I held back a laugh, going to my desk.
“I only kicked Kane once. And that’s because he surprised me.”
“I feel like I still have a bruise on my shin,” Kane said from the back room. I laughed, settling into this new whirlwind of a life of ours.
Everything was just so happy. We still worked with some dangerous elements, but not always. Now, we fit together and were making it work. I didn’t know what was in store for us for the future, but there were no maybes about who we were now.
And didn’t that make me sound like a greeting card?
I didn’t care, though. Because my wife was gorgeous, pregnant, happy, and could still kick my ass.
What more could a man want?
“So, are you off this next week?” Jen asked, and Daisy nodded. “I have a friend’s wedding.”
“Someone not related to you?” I asked, incredulous.
“I know it’s shocking to be at a wedding that’s not for a Montgomery, like yours was, but yes. It’s no one you guys know.”
“Interesting,” Jennifer drawled, and Daisy rolled her eyes.
“Not that kind of interesting. Have fun while I’m gone. Don’t burn the place down.”
“I’m not making any promises,” Kane put in.
Daisy sighed. I looked over at the desk next to mine and smiled at my wife.
“You doing good?”
“Always.”
“The happiness in this room is making me ill,” Kane grumbled as he went back to the workroom.
I chuckled as I returned to my paperwork since I had a meeting soon, and Jen had a consult.
This was only our beginning. It may have started with an actual explosion, but I would take the fire, heat, and our version of the unknown every day.
Because I had fallen for my partner, my best friend. And I hadn’t realized it until it was almost too late.
I would never take her or our life for granted.
Even when she kicked my butt to remind me.