Epilogue - Mara
EPILOGUE - MARA
I can’t get over how good it feels to ride Beckett’s thick, velvety cock. I literally can’t get enough of him. In fact, I’d woken him up before dawn to get in our morning playtime because I couldn’t wait a moment longer to have him inside me.
I rotate my hips over him, savoring the adoring way he’s gazing up at me as if I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
His lips turn up into a devilish grin as his gaze travels down to my bouncing breasts. I no longer even feel the urge to cover them, like I used to.
My ex always made fun of them, saying that my nipples were too large to be attractive. But Beckett has shown me with his words and his body that he thinks my boobs are just right.
All of my insecurities have floated away under Beckett’s loving care, and I now feel free to be myself and enjoy our strenuous lovemaking sessions with abandon.
I don’t even try to suppress the shiver that tingles along my spine when his gentle finger reaches out to stroke me right where I like it. Arching my back, I lean into the tidal wave of pleasure that’s swirling deep in my belly.
My panting breaths quicken as I pump over the man of my dreams. It’s a good thing Embry is a deep sleeper because I’m so lost in pleasure as the orgasm rips through my body, I’m not sure I could keep the ecstatic noises from escaping my lips.
I’ve never before lost myself to the moment, like I do when Beckett’s inside me. My body clenches around him, squeezing him tight as he thrusts upward, meeting me stroke for stroke.
My mouth falls open as we move together in perfect tandem. Just as I’m wondering if it’s possible to actually die from too much pleasure, the wave crests, and I collapse on top of him.
Rubbing my palm along his damp chest, I say, “I never knew love could be like this.”
I know he’s felt this kind of love before, so he can’t echo my sentiments. Instead, he brushes the back of his fingers along my spine and over my bare ass cheek, creating a delicious tingle in his wake.
Eventually, he says, “I never dared to dream that I would find this twice. I have to be the luckiest damn man alive.”
His words are perfect, showcasing his knack for making me feel cherished without ever tarnishing the memory of his love for Sandra.
We snuggle together naked for a long time as if we are both cemented to the bed. Eventually, the first rays of sunlight for today start to make their way inside our cocoon of happiness.
“I don’t want to move, but our little girl will be up soon.”
My grin puffs my cheek up as it presses against his chest. Hearing him call Embry ‘ours’ will never get old. Although it would be wonderful to lounge in bed naked all day, I don’t want to miss another moment with my sweet little girl.
I’m just moving to get up when Beckett says, “If we hurry, we can probably grab a shower together before she gets up.”
That’s all it takes to have the two of us racing naked into the bathroom together. Beckett adjusts the temperature to his liking then we step into the spray of the shower. It’s as if we can’t get close enough as we hug, suds each other up, and giggle.
We both freeze when we hear Embry’s tiny voice from the hallway. “Daddy?”
“Be right there, sweetheart,” he assures her, before kissing me on the nose and promising, “We’ll continue this tonight.”
“Can’t wait,” I murmur as I watch him rinse off, step out of the shower, and quickly dry off.
After he dons some gray sweatpants and heads out to take care of Embry, I turn the water temperature to just shy of scalding and relax under the steamy spray. It’s nice to know I don’t have to rush because Beckett is a perfectly competent father, who can handle anything our daughter needs.
I take my time getting ready and even coat my skin in the luxurious vanilla cake scented body cream Beckett got me for my birthday.
When I arrive in the kitchen, father and daughter are dancing, singing “You Are My Sunshine” into spatulas, and prepping thick slices of French toast. Smiling at the sight, I say, “A lady could get used to this.”
Beckett beckons me over with his pretend microphone, so I sing a verse of the song into it before getting a container of plump strawberries from the fridge to wash and slice.
“Daddy is taking us to the sunflower farm today,” Embry reminds me. It’s not like I could forget since she’s been counting down the days until this adventure for almost a week.
“I’m so excited,” I tell her as I run cool water over the berries.
“Me too! It was Mommy’s very favorite place,” the child reveals.
Sandra was the little girl’s mommy, and I’m incredibly grateful to her for doing such a wonderful job raising her. It makes me feel like a terrible person when jealousy rears its ugly head, but I can’t seem to curb the ugly reaction. I just hope I’m successfully hiding it from Beckett and Embry.
It’s not like I want to take the woman’s place or have them forget about her, but every time I start to truly feel like I belong with this family, I seem to get a reminder that I’m not the one they would want to be here if they had a choice.
Forcing my expression to brighten, I turn away from the sink and say, “I’m sure if your mommy loved it, then I will, too.”
I thought I’d hidden my hurt feelings well, so I’m surprised when Embry’s little face takes on a downcast expression.
Completely in tune with her emotions, Beckett immediately asks, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
The little girl’s voice is quiet when she answers, “Well, Mommy used to be here all the time, and she loved flowers and braiding my hair.”
Pointing at me, she adds, “But now, she’s here all the time, like Mommy used to be.”
The confused look in her eyes makes guilt bubble in my stomach. We should have explained this to her. Of course, she’s confused and seeking answers about my place in her life, but the whole ‘birth mom’ conversation seems a little too advanced for her age.
Beckett and I lock gazes over her head, uncertain how to proceed. This is one of the most important discussions of my life, and I feel completely unprepared. I should have practiced, but it’s too late now.
Water drips onto the floor from the strainer of washed strawberries, while I stand there motionless.
As if she has mulled it over and worked it out in her own mind, Embry brightens with an idea. “How about if she is Mommy One, and you are Mommy Two?”
After setting the fruit on the counter, I kneel down and hold my arms out toward my little girl. She runs into them, and I kiss the top of her head before saying, “That sounds perfect. I would be honored to be Mommy Two.”
Unable to resist the sweet moment, Beckett sets down his spatula and kneels to engulf us both in his strong arms. After several quiet seconds, he says, “I didn’t think I’d ever be this happy again after Mommy One died, but the two of you make my life complete in ways I never imagined could be possible.”
“You’re squeezing me too tight,” Embry’s muffled voice complains.
Chuckling, we release the family hug.
Smiling at the two loves of my life, I say, “I would be thrilled to go with you to see Mommy One’s favorite sunflower field. Making new memories with me won’t take anything away from the old memories you share with her.”
“Exactly,” Beckett agrees, smiling wide.
Turning her big, blue eyes up at her father, Embry asks, “So, Mommy Two is a keeper?”
We both chuckle at that, then Beckett looks deep into my eyes and says, “Absolutely.”
Just then the smoke alarm begins blaring. We all cover our ears and look around for the culprit.
Beckett is the first to regain his senses. He jumps up to get the pan of burning French toast off the stove. In the process of getting the hot pan to the sink, he knocks over the strainer of wet strawberries and they scatter across the floor.
I somehow manage to squish one of the strawberries as I stand on a chair trying to stop the screeching smoke alarm.
Embry is still holding her ears as she shouts, “Make it stop!”
As soon as I silence the alarm, I look around at the chaos from my perch on the chair.
Suddenly, it hits me… Life will never be perfect, but even when it’s messy, it’s pretty damn amazing when you’re with the right people.
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