Epilogue
many years later
“You should rest,” Poseidon says, handing me a cold glass of lemonade. The icy beverage quenches my thirst, and the cold glass cools my sweaty cheek.
“Stop worrying,” I say.
“I always worry about you. You’re mine to protect and care for.” Not listening to my assurances that I’m fine, he uses one of his tentacles to sweep me off my feet and create a chair for my ass. “Besides, you need to save your energy for later.”
His sinful wink causes me to gasp and lightly swat his chest. “Put me down. They might need help.”
“They’re fine, little island.” Poseidon kisses behind my ear while I keep my gaze on our two oldest children. Our twins, Atlantic and Pacific, and their two younger siblings, Atlas and Serena, are surrounded by a mess of buckets, shovels, and all the tools they need to craft a sand sculpture all on their own.
Though I haven’t entered a competition since meeting Poseidon we still attend the ever growing annual Summer Fest. I’ve talked about entering together as a family and reclaiming the championship title that was taken from me so long ago. But that will have to wait until they’re much older. Right now, their little hands pinch and pat as they shape a massive airplane just for fun. It’s looking good, though the front of the plane looks a little too much like the head of a cock.
I take a step forward to help them fix it, but Poseidon stops me. “Let them figure it out for themselves.”
“But I don’t want to be absent like—”
He rests a finger on my lips. “You’re not. You’re right here if they ask for you, but they’re getting older and pretty soon they’re going to need to float into the sea and go off to find their own islands and adventures.” A tentacle trails my inner calf, and kisses make a path up my neck. “How can I help you relax, little creator?”
“I’m fine. You already do too much for me.”
“There will never come a day when that happens. Never a day when I’ll have taken care of you enough, or made you come enough, or given you enough. You are my world, little island.”
“And you’re the ground I walk on.” We kiss, a brush of lips that starts innocent enough, but grows as heated as the scorching sun on our backs.
If it was up to Poseidon, I would have his tentacle-cock inside me all the time and always be round with his seed. I thought I was done after four kids, but watching them today has a needy ache swelling in my chest.
“I think I want another,” I say against his lips.
He curses, sweeps me all the way up into his arms, and heads towards the public restrooms. I give a little shriek and push against his chest. “Not now!”
He pouts. My powerful Poseidon actually pouts! Giggling, I kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear, “Later, my over eager sea-man.”
He chuckles at my lame joke, but complies by carrying me back to the side-lines to watch our children finish their sculpture. Poseidon may be the Daddy Dom I never knew I needed, but he always takes my wishes into account. He knows exactly when to push me past my limits and when to stop and listen. I’m grateful he chose the second option this time. I don’t particularly want the whole beach to hear me scream his name from the public bathrooms.
But I have no doubt he’s going to push me to my breaking point tonight and plant his pearl deep in my belly. I shiver in anticipation. He smirks at me, brushing the tips of his fingers against my pearl necklace in the way he knows turns me on.
“You’re mine, later, little sea.”
“I’m yours always, Daddy.”