28. Epilogue - Luke
Six Months Later…
“Baby, hurry. I don’t want to tear your lace, but for the love of God, I’m hurting so badly.”
Olivia laughs at my whining, but she might as well have stroked my cock with how throaty and aroused her voice sounds. Her hands are frantic as they unhook her lace garter and finally lift her skirt, which now poofs around us like a peacock. Then her panties are there for the taking, and I do the only thing possible with my antsy fingers.
She gasps. “Oh, my God. You ripped it—oh, my God.”
I smirk when those words turn into a moan as soon as I sink my cock inside her. But my smirk soon dies when we’re rocking into each other with no pause, already too turned on to take it slow. I’ve been hard since I first saw her in her wedding dress, a lovely creature who got me harder with every smile and happy look she sent my way.
Don’t get me wrong; standing in front of the altar with her, exchanging the most intimate and heartfelt vows, was awe-inspiring. But a man has his limits. Somehow, I managed to hold it together until I lifted her veil and finally got to kiss her as the officiant declared us husband and wife. But now that limit is practically non-existent as I finally get to be inside her tight, wet heat.
I should have been a gentleman and waited until after the reception, but to hell with that. Who can ever say no when you’ve got a beautiful wife like her?
My wife. My Olivia.
“You feel so good.”
“So do you.”
“Do you think we can pull those straps down without damaging your dress? I would really like to look at your…fuck.”
My Olivia knows me too well as she already lowers her straps before I finish talking, allowing me a full view of her bare, perky breasts and flushed nipples. She moans when my cock grows impossibly harder inside her, but it only makes her legs wrap tighter around my waist and those nipples rub against me.
“Yes, please. Fuck me.”
With a request like that, there’s no stopping our desire as it takes over. I would have wanted to take this slow and take my time with her, but that’s impossible, too, when I know our guests are waiting just meters outside this small room and our names will be announced soon—and yes, I’m too hard up and aching to take this anything but fast. Frantic.
She doesn’t mind the pace. She welcomes it, egging me on with her sweet sighs and quiet whimpers before I feel it: the quivering of her thighs and those nails clawing at my dress shirt before her orgasm explodes like fireworks. Then her hard clenching is all I can take before I’m drilling into her like a madman until I’m exploding, too, wave after wave of pleasure spurting inside her.
It blurs my vision. It leaves me helpless as I cling to her as much as she clings to me, riding every last bit until we slump into each other. She sighs against my shoulder as she still keeps hugging me, but I force myself to step back after a few minutes so I can clean her up.
Olivia hums and opens wider when I do so, amusing me since her panties are destroyed while the rest of her wedding gown is still flawless. Then my gaze lands on her entrance and I’m mesmerized.
“Eyes up, Mr. Jennings.”
I blink and look up. When she reaches for me, I step forward and grit my teeth as she cleans me up in turn. Sure, she has a tissue in hand, but she might as well be stroking my cock with her bare hand.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you look, Mrs. Jennings?”
“Yes. Numerous times.” She sighs and strokes again. And again. “It’s the gown.”
I arch into her, closing my eyes and shaking my head. “Not the gown. It’s definitely you. You…this…it excites me.”
“This?”
I smile at her teasing tone, then kiss her cheek. “I meant getting married. Going to the reception later where all our family and friends are. Taking a break with you and spending it honeymooning around the world…while we distract Riley with fun, kid-friendly activities.”
Her hand stops at that, thank goodness. I watch with rapt attention as she disposes of the tissues in the trash bin beside the table she’s on, then wraps her arms around my waist. I’m so fucking content when her head leans against my chest as if it belongs there.
“Oh, Luke.”
I kiss her hair. “I forgot to mention spending the rest of my life with you. That’s definitely more exciting than your gown…though your gown is pretty, too.”
“Oh, Luke.”
Muffled laughter springs out of me. “If you Oh, Luke me one more time, we might be really late for our reception.”
To emphasize my point, I slide my thumb down her clit and smirk when it reacts to my touch. But I reluctantly withdraw it when I hear the knock at the door because, let’s face it—we’re supposed to be doing some retouches before we head to the reception, not fucking like rabbits in heat.
It’s okay. We have all the time in the world for that. And for everything else.
Because this beautiful woman is mine now.
“Now, let’s welcome our newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Jennings!”
Calmer now and with all the wrinkles in our clothes pressed back to perfection—and yes, Olivia’s hair back in place—we march toward the reception hall’s entrance holding hands and are met with the loudest cheers. The lights are blinding but ethereal, the chandeliers decorated with flowers and vines just like the rest of the hall is. It’s grand and intimate at the same time, our worlds colliding in this perfect setup.
I spot Riley beelining toward us in her cute pink dress and open my free arm for her, then lift her so she can shower us with kisses. My little girl is glowing, her happiness matching mine and Olivia’s, and the sight softens my heart.
I spot Wanda, Maria, and Jasper in a corner, with the latter two all cozied up after they admitted their feelings for each other—at least, that’s what Olivia said. I spot Olivia’s mom and Olivia’s best friend, Janessa, cheering us on so enthusiastically, while my parents are more muted but just as happy. Then there are my friends, including Kyle and Adam.
Jennifer and Jacob are here, too, not just my friends now but Olivia’s after she decided to take on more commissions and invest as much time into her art as her medical field work—and that means more time spent with the couple, who are crazy about her art and love her personality just as much. Even James is here, more as a courtesy, but it doesn’t hurt since we will be working together again after my honeymoon.
Yes, we made up. I’ve returned to the hospital, but mostly for surgery assessments and emergency procedures that need my particular skills.
Will we be good friends like before? I don’t know. Only time can tell, but I can see he’s sorry and making an effort to redeem himself.
I suppose the biggest career change is that I’ll be opening up a clinic soon—something small and cozy in my company building, where Olivia can be my medical assistant but with more time for her other endeavors and free from the pressures of the hospital. But the biggest life change?
It’s this. It’s having her and Riley here, a second chance that I never saw coming but will gladly accept with welcome arms. Not everyone is this lucky, but I guess I am that lucky bastard.
It’s a second chance I will never waste.
And it’s one I will prove I deserve by making sure they’re as happy as me for the rest of our lifetime.
The wedding emcee asks us to proceed to our first dance, so I release Riley back to her feet. I smile at Olivia, still holding her hand.
“Shall we?”
She nods and smiles. Then we both turn to Riley and hold out our free hands.
“Sweetie?”
“Sweetie?” I say at the same time.
Riley lights up. So does Olivia.
Then, the three of us make our way to the dance floor to start what is about to be one of the best nights of our lives.
THE END