Chapter 21
King
Epilogue – Seven years later
This kind of happiness was never in my playbook. Not until I got cuddled by the best.
The Blades have just won another Cup. Four out of the last seven years, our team has ridden the wave to the pinnacle of the league.
It’s the highest of highs, with one exception.
My wife.
In seven years, she’s puzzled together a life I never thought I wanted. I laugh more than I thought was humanly possible, and it’s all because of her.
I love like a madman and love every second of our filthy expressions of that love.
There are fights. She’s a pain in the ass sometimes, always trying to keep things under control, but she’s come a long way.
And so have I.
I loved her from that first moment I saw her in that red dress. It was like fireworks and a soul meeting its twin.
Which is ironic, because we are still at polar opposite ends of so many things. But we’re also like two magnets, unable to keep from snapping up against each other whenever we are within spitting distance.
She’s loosened up on so many fronts, and I’ve reined myself in on just as many.
Contentment rides alongside of me as I navigate this incredible life, which gave me a future full of family and friends, and nights full of sweating, gagging, fucking and coming.
We’ve got most of the team at our place. We renovated the old Nolan house, and from the first moment I carried her over the threshold with my ring on her finger and my name attached to hers, she dubbed it Cowboy Camelot.
Fitting.
She and Victor are in the kitchen, fighting over how much sugar to put in the cheesecake. It has bacon in it, that’s all I need to know. Beyond that, I could care less about cooking, and it’s better for everyone that way.
She’s still a dynamo, with goals for days and that desire to help everyone that crosses her path. She’s taught me empathy and patience.
I don’t always use them, but I know what they are.
I sit back and just watch as guests chat and laugh and mingle, but I’m focused on her. I’m obsessed with her.
Our Catrina, who is five, sits on the floor in a circle with some of our other teammates’ children, eating cake and giggling, and talking in that secret language only they can understand.
Emee and I were over the moon and stars when she finally got pregnant. But she’s also a career woman, and she didn’t want to overload our life and have the family suffer if we filled the house with kids too soon.
Hockey is a demanding sport and combined with Emee’s work and the way she’s built out this farm as her own little Martha Stewart style enterprise, complete with a barn full of Percherons, ducks, geese, these crazy fainting goats and six mini donkeys. She has a peony farm as well, and a pumpkin patch for the fall.
She’s got me hooked on gardening as well. Growing out enough organic vegetables to feed the entire team and their families.
It’s. A. Lot.
So, we’ve kept the breeding to just our one for now.
Warmth spreads its wings in my chest as I remember waking up this morning to her taking my morning wood down her throat.
She spoils me like that. There’s no better way to wake up than with her mouth on my cock, or with her riding me as I come out of the haze of my dreams about her, only to realize my life is the dream.
She’s one of those people that is incredible at everything she takes on.
Her business is not only thriving, but also exploded.
With my investment behind her, we spent a couple years building out her systemized process of working both the psychological and physical connection aspects of therapy.
We put together the system, and an entire proprietary training structure for cuddlists.
Bristol Empathic Therapy became Bristol Therapeutic Consultancy. She has three hundred offices across the country, and thousands of other therapists that use her software and processes around the world.
I’m so fucking proud of her every day.
Milton is the C.O.O. and does most of the necessary traveling so Emee can stay here. My travel schedule is enough and my focus is on her and being the best fucking husband and father I can be.
She’s the best mother as well. We both took the parts of our childhoods that caused us to be who we are, the good and bad, and somehow blended them into the version of the parents we would have wanted.
She’s the disciplinarian, though. If I had my way, I’d never say no to my little Kitty Cat, and the house would be chaos 24/7.
We balance each other out. But, without her, none of it works.
She’s sparring with Victor now, over some other element of the meal they are preparing for everyone, but all I want to do is put her in my lap and finger bang her under the table all night while she smiles at our guests and soaks my hand.
I have her under surveillance whenever she’s away from me. My protective instincts were forever changed that day at the stadium, when I saw her with that black eye and blood on her face. No way would anyone, anyone, ever touch my wife again.
She fought me like a wet cat, but there are things that are non-negotiable, and her safety is one of them.
Which now extends to Catrina, but she takes the bruising, hulking men that are always in the shadows and wraps them around her little finger.
Benjamin is here as well. It took some time, but I laid down the bottom lines for him and if he wanted anything to do with my family, he needed to get his shit straight.
I paid for rehab for him. Twice. And I’ll pay again if he needs it. So long as he’s honest with me, I’ll always be there for him. He’s now taken on the role of general manager on a spin-off of Emee’s therapy business, providing interventions for families struggling with a loved one caught in the cycle of trauma and addiction.
After he cleaned up, he told Emee about his long-time crush on her best friend Anita. Emee played matchmaker and two years later, they made their way down the aisle as well.
As Emee and I shared our lives, finding out more about her childhood and how Benjamin was her protector, I knew he was just lost and a good man was in there somewhere.
Victor is still my best friend. We are bound by loyalty and blood. Blood that was spilled not just on the ice, but when he and I, and some of his family’s Bratva army, took out the entire underworld mob that dared put their hands on my wife.
I don’t keep secrets from her, but we also have a don’t ask, don’t tell rule when it comes to things she doesn’t need to know but need to be done.
My firecracker spins in the red and pink polka dot dress I bought her last week, her eyes catching mine, and gives me a wink.
My dick responds with a painful jerk as her face glows. She looks so happy, and knowing I had something to do with that is the biggest win of my life.
She’s walking sin, even in that cute wrap dress. Her tits are epic, and the way her hips have filled out with pregnancy only turns up the heat in my furnace.
My cock thickens as she does this little slow spin in the kitchen. No one else notices, but I know it’s for me.
Everything about her makes me hard, it seems. She’s in my every thought and every dream.
Every decision I make, I put her and our baby first.
That’s why, today, I’m going to tell her and announce to the team that this will be my last season.
I nod, telling her I want her next to me, and she doesn’t hesitate for a second. She smiles and touches our guests as she passes, handing out that magic energy as she wiggles her ass until she’s standing in front of me.
“You beckoned, my King?”
“Baby, I’ll never get tired of you calling me that.” My heart beats faster as she trails a fingertip down the scar on the side of my face.
She keeps me sane, and always pushes me to be a better man. My obsession with my wife has not diminished in the seven years we’ve been together. Instead, it’s grown into a writhing, snapping, tortured beast inside of me that only she can tame.
“Everyone is enjoying the party. Thank you for the dress, I love it.” She skitters her fingertips down the center of her chest with that sparkly lust in her eyes, as I reach up and pull her into my lap.
“I am, too. I especially enjoyed how you started it out with me this morning.”
Her cheeks blush. She’s the most fascinating creature. She can curse up a string as I defile her, taking her in any hole as many times as I want, creating filthy new things and scenarios for us to act out, but she still blushes like a sweet virgin.
“I have the magic touch, as you…and my other clients say,” she says as I run a hand down the wild curls of her hair, leaning in for a cleansing breath of that snappy cherry scent of hers.
“You know I still hate that other men touch you.”
Sympathy and love fill her eyes. “Well, I don’t take many clients these days, but I appreciate you putting my needs in front of yours sometimes.”
“Always, baby.”
She reaches over and grabs my iced tea from the table next to me, taking a drink as the warmth of her ass has my cock starting to bang the drum to be inside her. But I want to share my news with her before I tell my team and coach.
“I want to tell you something,” I whisper in her ear, twining my fingers into her hair on the side of her head, holding her against my mouth. “Next year will be my last. I’m going to retire.”
Her body stiffens, a sharp breath filling her chest, but I also feel the relief flow through her.
She’s been concerned about my body and my brain for a few years. I’ve taken hard hits, handed them out as well, but the aches and pains take longer and longer to heal with each passing year. I don’t want to be some broken down has been when I retire to spend every waking hour with her and Catrina.
“Really?” She tries to keep the excitement in her face controlled, but I know this is what she wants. “I want to tell you something, too.”
A groan rattles in my throat as she slips her hands around my neck, her tits coming close to my mouth. I bare my teeth, thinking of getting those pink nipples down my throat. “Tell me. You know I want it all, baby.”
I slide my hand around her hip and down, taking a hard handful of her butt cheek as she leans in to my ear this time.
“I stopped taking my pills.” She pushes back, her lips pursed in excitement, and the happiness she gives me knows no bounds.
My balls respond with a lurch, my dick high and hard and read for duty.
I’ve got her off my lap and my hands on her shoulders, leading her down the hall to the first door I can close as she waves to guests as we go by. Most of them are aware that when we sneak off, it’s best to not come looking.
We find ourselves in one of the big, renovated bathrooms on this floor, but it will have to do. I need inside her now.
I barely get the door closed before she’s wiggled her panties down and grabbed the edge of the sink, bending over, assuming the position as I flip up the back of her dress, freeing my aching wood as she looks over her shoulder with a sexy grin and those eyes.
Damn. Those eyes.
“Fuck me, my King. Put another little prince or princess inside me.”
“Horny girl. You know I always give you what you want.” I land a sharp smack on the side of her ass as I line up my dick and sink home in one stroke.
Her warm cunt sucks at me as I start to ride her from behind. My strokes are rough as she braces herself, pumping that fine ass back into my every stroke.
“This pussy is as tight as it was that first time. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
I pump fast and hard, my need to plant myself inside her taking me like a category-five hurricane.
We’re a mess of grunts and moans and slapping flesh, as my feet slide on the polished wood floor. But I’m a man on a mission, and I do not back down.
“Suck it out of me, firecracker. Show me how much you want your king to breed that womb of yours.”
Her walls lock down, pulling at me as I give her ass a few more smacks, knowing it always pushes her toward the edge.
“That’s it, give me all that cream while you milk my balls, baby.”
I’m ready to bust a nut, but I’ll always wait for my wife to find her pleasure first.
“King…” She wails as her walls clamp down, and she drops her head between her arms. “I’m, yes, please, now.”
“Your favorite meal is on the way,” I grit out as my climax bursts from me like white lightning.
Her back arches as my legs start to shake, my fingertips twitching as my seed roars into her body, ready to win the only championship that really matters.
Making my wife happy. Making our family.
“I love you, baby.” I let the last of my orgasm burn through me as her body goes soft. I keep my dick plugged deep, willing my little swimmers to find the prize and bring it home.
“I love you, too,” she mumbles back as a knock comes through the door.
“Mommy? Daddy?” It’s Catrina. “Are you having grown up time again?”
“We’ll be right out, princess. We’re just taking care of family things.”
I ease out of her welcoming warmth, and the depth of my love and devotion to my family is a thousand times what I felt for my team.
Nothing will ever come between us, or come to harm us.
As I retrieve her panties and shove them in my pocket, she turns, licking her lips as I smooth her dress down.
“I want you to feel me dripping out of you for the rest of the day. Then, as soon as everyone leaves, I’m going to give you seconds. I’ll have that belly round before you can say score.”
She’s my queen, and with her by my side, there’s nothing I can’t conquer.
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