Epilogue
ALL THAT REALLY MATTERS
Six Weeks Later
Staring into Nolan’s crib, where both boys are sleeping, I’m hit with how much my life has changed.
Before I picked Sierra up from New York, I was like a ship lost at sea, drifting through life and rolling with the tide without purpose.
Loving Birdie and almost losing her twice, one of those times being almost permanent, was the catalyst that saved me.
She saved me and gave me a beautiful life while she was at it.
I’m a husband and father of three now. Knowing that we will spend the rest of our lives filling this house with love and children saved me.
Two weeks ago, we married at the courthouse.
I tried to convince her to plan something big, but she refused, saying all she needed was the boys and me.
Since that was a given, we picked up our license from the clerk and five days later said our I dos.
Having Sierra tied to me in this way has given me a peace I never thought I’d have.
Sensing her near, I lift my arm to let Birdie slide in against me. She fits perfectly like she was crafted just for me. When she leans heavily into my side, I bury my face in her hair and growl, “Are you ready for bed, Mrs. Allen?” loving the way her name sounds attached to mine.
“I can’t think of anything I’d rather do, Mr. Allen?
” she purrs as she slides her hand into my pajama pants.
Spinning in her arms, I lift her under the arms, dislodging her hand as I drag her up my body.
I fight the groan threatening to escape when she locks her legs around me and grinds her hot little pussy on my growing erection.
Turning on my heel, I hurry to our room.
She buries her face in my neck, giggling uncontrollably when I struggle to lock the door.
Finally securing it, I set her on her feet and rip her nightgown from her body.
Licking my lips, I untie the drawstring of my pants as I take in every delectable inch of her perfect body.
Kicking my pants to the side, I drop to my knees and kiss the tiger strips, beautifully decorating my wife’s flesh.
My dick jumps in awe of the goddess before me.
Reverently I trace my tongue across the proof that she protected my sons with her body until they were strong enough to join this world. For six weeks, I’ve marveled at her.
I look into her beautiful hazel eyes and lift her leg over my shoulder. She grips my shoulder when I bury my face in her wet center, lapping at her cream.
“Braxton,” she cries out when I suck her clit into my mouth. I nip on the swollen bud as I slowly work two fingers inside her. Fuck. She’s so wet, so hot, and so goddamn tight.
Fuck, I need to be inside her soon.
Curling my fingers, I roll them and find her g-spot, causing a flood of wetness to drip down my hand. She’s soaked.
“I’m so close, babe,” she pants, fisting my hair tighter. When I feel her pussy start to clamp down, I bite her clit hard and suck away the sting as her body bows over mine, and she comes on my face. I slowly still my hand inside her as she works to regain her breath, finally pulling free.
Once she gains her legs back, I kiss her c-section scar and climb to my feet, guiding her backward toward the bed.
I groan when she turns, puts her knee on the mattress, and crawls to the center of the bed.
I stroke my dick, watching her roll onto her back and spread her legs in invitation.
Leaning in, I grab her ankle and slowly drag her back toward me.
“You’re so sexy, woman. Fuck.” Positioning myself between her legs, I line up with her channel and slide in slowly, rocking my hips until I’m buried to the hilt.
“Fuck!” I hiss when her hot cunt squeezes me perfectly.
I still my body, giving her a second to adjust to the intrusion. Watching where we’re connected, I slowly pull out, fascinated by how her juices coat my cock. Tipping my eyes to hers, I find her watching me with hooded eyes.
“Fuck me, Braxton,” she growls the command.
“My pleasure,” I pant, trying not to come from how good she feels. Then, grabbing her ankles, I lift her legs and spread her wide.
“God. Please, Braxton, harder. It’s been too long,” she begs as I snap my hips, thrusting into her heat harder and giving her what she wants.
Releasing her legs, I grip her hips and bring her closer.
Like always, we fit together perfectly. My eyes close, and my head falls back on my shoulder as pleasure courses through my veins.
Feeling my balls start to draw up, I slide my thumb to her clit and roll the hardened bud in circles.
“Oh god. Yes, yes, yes!” she wails as her pussy clamps down on my cock, ripping my orgasm from my body. Unable to hold myself up any longer, I collapse on top of her, making her laugh into my neck. I plant my hands on either side of her head and savor the look of contentment in her sparkling eyes.
“I love you,” she says.
“I love you, baby. So, fucking much. You good?” I ask.
“More than good,” she affirms, locking her limbs around me.
When she starts to yawn, I shimmy out of bed with her wrapped around me and stride toward the bathroom. “Let’s take a shower and get some sleep, yeah?” Nodding, she lays her head on my shoulder and yawns again.
Fifteen minutes later, we’ve showered and are climbing into bed, sated and sleepy. I pull Birdie up and across my chest, holding her close. When I look at the clock, I see it took less than three minutes for her to fall asleep.
Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and immediately groan when the baby monitor signals the boys are awake.
“I’ll go,” Sierra rasps, climbing out of bed.
Ignoring her comment, I climb out of bed and slide my pants up my legs.
With admiration, I watch as she slides on her gown without complaint and heads for the boys’ room.
Before following behind her, I send up one more prayer to the Gods, thanking them for the woman who saved me.
The End.