Epilogue
Isabella
TwoYearsLater
AsI stood at LindenHollowVineyards, surrounded by the lush greenery and the soft hum of celebration, I couldn’t help but marvel at how my life had unfolded. The vineyard, with its rolling hills and picturesque scenery, was the perfect backdrop for our wedding day—a day that had been years in the making.
Mosthad assumed Max and I would tie the knot before I gave birth, if not at least make it courthouse official. But as the months went by and my due date got closer and closer, the pressure to do what everyone expected me to do subsided. Becoming a mother was the most freeing thing that could’ve happened to me.
Itchanged my perspective on everything.
AfterMax had continued working with the owners of LindenHollow to get their wine featured at the Guild and a few local restaurants around the city, they had all but demanded we have our wedding here. The ceremony had been intimate, with just our close friends and family and, of course, our daughter.
Ava, now a glorious, chubby, almost two-year-old, had shifted everything for Max and me. She had come into our lives and had helped me see, with intense clarity, what was actually worth worrying about. When it came to the three of us, I had zero hesitation.
AsI watched our daughter toddle around the reception, my heart swelled with an indescribable mix of pride and joy. Ava, with my wild brown curls and deep brown eyes that mirrored Max’s, was a constant reminder of the life we had built together. And how exciting the years ahead would be.
Maxand I had opened up our reception to more people, giving our moms the chance to invite the people they wanted even if it was to just brag about how beautiful their granddaughter was. WanderLandEvents had been able to design and plan the entire thing, with me serving as creative director of our, now, team of four full-time employees. Emma had lent her design expertise, infusing the day with touches of elegance and whimsy that perfectly complemented the vineyard’s natural beauty.
Myeyes found Max’s from across the lawn, and he raised his champagne glass as a toast to me from a distance. His eyes didn’t leave mine as he made his way through the crowd, ignoring a few people who called his name.
“Tell me I can sneak you away now,” he said as his arm snaked around my waist, his hands gliding over the emerald-colored silk of my simple gown. “I promise I can be quick, and I won’t even mess up your hair. I’ll just slide up your dress and slip into you from behind . . .”
Heatimmediately shot to my core, and I swore I could feel my pulse in between my legs. “The evening is almost over,” I said with a smirk.
“My mom is taking Ava tonight,” he reminded me. “AndI booked us a surprise for tonight,” he said.
Iraised my eyebrows as I pressed my chest against his.
“ButI’d love to get you ready for later,” he continued. “I could just slip my fingers into your wet pussy, have you coming on my hand, before we try for baby number two later?”
Ichuckled and sipped my Champagne. “Let’s say good night to Ava, then I’ll let you take me wherever you want, MaxKingsley.” I stepped closer to him and stood on my toes so I could whisper in his ear. “You can slip whatever you want inside me later.”
Max’sgroan made me chuckle as I walked away to find our daughter. The reception area glowed around me as I walked through the space. Tables adorned with delicate floral arrangements and vintage lanterns dotted the landscape, while strings of fairy lights cast a warm glow over the guests as the sun set.
Iwalked through the small dance floor as one of the final songs played. It was a slow number and there were just a few quests left lingering, swaying to the music. My eyes paused as I caught sight of Dominic dancing with Jessie. Her cheek rested on his chest and his face had such a warmth to it that it made my stomach flip.
Italways seemed like they were playing a game of cat and mouse, but I never could tell who was the cat and who was the mouse. Dominic had never been one to commit to a relationship or settle down. He lived his life on his terms with zero apology or explanation, but Jessie was a character who had stuck around despite it.
Imade my way over to where Ava sat in her Gigi’s lap, sleepiness overtaking her. I knelt down to place a kiss on her forehead and say good night. “Thank you for taking her tonight,” I told Max’s mom, now lovingly referred to as Gigi.
“Of course, dear, we’re going to have so much fun, just us girls,” Gigi said with a smile. Our parents had been a godsend throughout our transition from barely dating, to homeowners, to parents, and now finally husband and wife. They’d stepped in, without judgment, to help whenever they could, each of them equally obsessed with Ava.
Maxjoined us to say good night as he reached for my hand. Our things were already loaded in the car, so we slipped out through the small crowd to sneak away. The band was packing up now and guests were milling out to the parking lot. Max and I walked through the sloping lawn to where he had parked on the other side of the main building.
Myeyes caught sight of a couple in the throes of making out on the edge of the reception tent and my eyes furrowed in recognition. I shook my head to clear my focus because I was surprised to see that one of the people was Jessie. And the person she was hugging tight and kissing wasn’t Dominic, but rather a woman I thought I recognized.
“Is that, Reagan?” I asked Max quietly.
Maxchuckled, tugging me to his side. I don’t know what sort of situation Dominic had gotten himself into, I just hoped he knew there were other players involved.
“I’m not even going to try and dissect your brother’s love life tonight, Isabella,” Max said. “I have way more fun things on my mind.”
Igrinned up at him. “Oh, yeah? Like baby number two?” I asked.
We’ddecided after Ava, that we’d start trying right away for number two. With the surprise that my first pregnancy had been, we’d expected it to happen quickly.
Theidea of getting pregnant had turned us a little ravenous for each other. I was perfectly content with our little family, but I was certainly into the idea of Max trying to put a baby in me as much as he wanted to.
“Like pounding into you as much as you’ll let me and filling you up with everything I have over and over and over . . .” he said as his hand squeezed my backside firmly.
God, his dirty talk immediately sent signals to the space between my legs.
“Are you going to tell me where you’re taking me tonight?” I asked as we finally made it to the car. “DoI need to change?”
“Nope, you’re dressed perfectly. Your event team planned something cool and timed it perfectly,” he said with a wink.
Ifurrowed my eyebrows trying to think of all the events we had on our calendar. But with the wedding, I hadn’t been in the office as much as normal the last few weeks. I slid into the passenger seat as Max settled in and led the car out of the parking lot.
Hishand rested on my thigh as we made our way back into the city, the traffic lights glowing through the windshield. I turned to him in surprise as we pulled up outside of Vinifera, the wine bar that masked the hidden underbelly of the MirageGuild.
“Tonight, there’s a masquerade party,” Max said as he pulled out a small sack from the backseat. “So, we’ll wear these and blend in with everyone else. Only your assistant knows we’re on the guest list tonight, under different names, obviously.” He handed me the mask meant for me.
Myfingers traced over the large golden crystal headpiece. It featured an elaborate frontal masklike structure, heavily adorned with a rich tapestry of crystals and beads, creating a dazzling array of sparkles as light caught each facet. The central motif showcased a symmetrical arrangement of larger, marquise-cut crystals, surrounded by clusters of smaller gemstones and beads, giving the illusion of a luxuriant, jeweled crown.
Suspendedfrom the ornate centerpiece were delicate chains of gold, each culminating in a teardrop crystal. These chains draped elegantly down, framing my face and cascading over my cheeks as I slipped it on, catching the light with every movement.
AsI ran my fingers over the crystals, they glided smoothly across the cool, faceted surfaces, feeling the weight and craftsmanship of the headpiece. The structure felt secure yet comfortable, designed to stay in place throughout the evening’s festivities, allowing me to move with grace and confidence.
“Fuck, Isabella,” Max whispered from beside me as I turned to face him. I grinned at the sight of him wearing a matching gold crystal mask, albeit far less intricate than mine. With the dim lighting inside the MirageGuild and the coverage of these masks, I was confident we would be able to remain hidden.
“I’m going to need to get inside you as soon as we get settled,” he said through gritted teeth. “I reserved the mirror room for us later, but I don’t want to wait.”
“Oh my goodness, husband,” I said with a tilt of my voice, “are you saying you want to fuck me in front of everyone? Do you want to come inside me while other people watch?”
“Isabella,” Max said like a warning.
Ilocked my eyes on him as I reached up my dress to tug down my underwear. I dangled the lace from my fingertip as I tossed it in the backseat. “There, that should make things easier,” I said.
“Out of the car,” he said as he opened his door, “now.”
Ichuckled as Max came around to my side and helped me out of the car. “Ilove this side of you, wife,” he said.
Maxgave our keys to the valet and led me through the doors of Vinifera. We passed by chattering tables as we made our way to the bookshelf tucked in the back corner of the building. Max pulled the hidden handle and gently pushed me in over the threshold.
Igrinned with the quiet pride of my team at the total transformation of the MirageGuild. WanderLand was in charge of making sure the club matched the theme of its various events and we had done our job well.
Massivebillows of black mesh fabric hung from the walls with hundreds of twinkle lights cascading down. Plumes of cream feathers billowed out of large vases that sat on tabletops and in corners of the floor as guests milled about, each wearing their own disguise.
Aswe made our way inside, Max holding my hand as he navigated us through the crowd, not a single person looked at us in recognition. Our masks were doing the trick and were exactly what I needed in order to fully get to be myself in this space. Being here, not as someone whose brother and friend owned the space but as a guest, had been on my bucket list since the beginning.
Maxhad found a way for us to explore our sexual fantasies in a way that kept our anonymity. I took a deep breath, held my head high, and smiled at the thrill of what this evening would bring.
* * *
Isank down into the plush seat of the curved upholstered booth, my silk dress sliding along the smooth velvet fabric. I smiled at the polished gold plaque on the low marble table in front of us that read “reserved” and took a glass of chilled Champagne from the waiter.
Liamhad hired brand-new people to take over my spot and Max’s as our roles shifted a couple of years ago. AlthoughMax still worked a few events at the club every now and then, he was mostly needed for private events that WanderLand put together. Having a sommelier on staff was a perk my clients seemed to love.
Itwas a little odd being in this space as a guest rather than a family member of someone who helped start it. No one here knew who we were or who we knew. It felt freeing. Our sitting area was like its own living room vignette with our small sofa, a low coffee table, a side table with a lamp, and a plush rug underfoot. Surrounding the entire setup was a sheer black curtain that could be kept open or closed.
Lookingaround at the other couples in their own curved booths put a smile on my face. Guests here at the MirageGuild truly leaned into the wild out and open vibe of the club. Some couples were more modest in their escapades, sneaking hands under skirts and tongues in mouths. While others were more overt. The curtain gave the illusion of privacy but was sheer enough that people close by could still get glimpses of what was happening inside.
Myeyes widened at a threesome going down a few feet away. Two men were roaming their hands all along a woman’s body, tugging the material of her top down to reveal her breasts. Their curtain remained open for us to watch. All of our booths sat back from the main attraction, the circle stage at the center of the room. The section Max had reserved for our table was considered one of the semi-private areas of the club.
Onthe stage, over my shoulder, were performers in their own masquerade attire. While masks covered their faces, not much covered everything else. Blends of thin layers of mesh and metal chains covered parts of their bodies, but for the most part, they were exposed. They walked around the stage in a sort of performance art act where they took choreographed steps toward each other.
Eachtouch, each move of their body had been planned and designed for this crowd. My eyes found Max’s as he waited for me to take it all in and I smiled.
“It’s not too much?” he asked.
“No, this was a great idea,” I said reassuringly. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
“I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to be inside you as soon as possible, Isabella,” he said, his voice deep with desire. “I want to come in you now, so I can do it again and again once we’re in the mirror room later.”
Mythighs clenched and my heart pounded. Did he know the effect he had on me? Based on the smirk in his eyes, he must.
“Does it turn you on to hear me talk about how much I want to come inside you?” he asked as he tugged our curtains closed. Having the thin layer of privacy was enough to help me focus on him and not anyone who might be able to see us.
Itook a deep breath, trying to calm the burning heat in my chest. I nodded, a blush flooding my cheeks.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he replied. “There’s something about it that makes me completely fearful.” He turned toward me, sliding a large hand up my thigh. “AllI’ve been able to think about today is pumping you full of my cum so we can make another baby. I want it spilling down your legs just so I can shove more of it inside.”
Themoan that escaped my throat was absolutely obscene.
“Come bring those gorgeous tits and put them in my face as you sit on my lap,” Max said, tugging at my hips.
Ilifted the front hem of my dress, making sure my backside was still covered, as I spread my knees out on either side of Max. His eyes slowly slid up my legs, taking in the garter and lace band I still wore.
“Fucking hell, Isabella,” he said as he lifted one of the straps and dropped it, letting it smack gently against my skin. His warm hands gripped my inner thighs and squeezed “I need to be inside you right now,” he said, unzipping his dress pants, “I’m going to fucking come as soon as you sit on this cock, then I’m going to make sure you come over and over in the mirror room.”
Hisdirty talk sent tingles down my spine. I watched between us as he reached inside his pants to pull out his hardening cock. Precum glistened his head as he gave himself a few strokes before pressing it against my entrance. I was already so damn wet for him.
OnceI felt his head nudge against the right spot, I gripped his neck, brought his face toward my chest, and lowered myself down onto him in one movement. I held steady as I felt him shiver and shake beneath me.
“Fuuuck,” Max said as I sank down. I lifted myself slightly so I could repeat the movement, and true to his word Max was already close to the edge. Before long I felt him still then twitch inside me as he filled me. I rocked my hips against his lap as he thrust his hips up to give me all of him.
“You might just have to sit here with my cock inside so you so the cum stays where it needs to,” Max said with a chuckle, his hands rubbing my back.
Ipressed my chest toward his mouth, the only thing not covered by the mask on his face, as I twirled my fingers in his hair. My dress dipped into a v-cut that, especially in this position, pushed my breasts up together. I loved the feel of Max’s five o’clock shadow scraping against my skin as he placed warm kisses across my chest.
Ilifted my gaze to scan over the room as I straddled his lap. The evening had most definitely kicked up a notch. The men that had been tending to the woman in the booth not far from us were now stroking their cocks as she alternated her attention between the two. The performers on stage had brought out small toys and were in the throes of giving the people in the front row a very good show.
Everythingabout this space was designed to keep your senses heightened at all times and it was working. My nipples pressed hard against the satin of my dress and my chest was flushed red. My hips moved subconsciously on Max’s lap, craving the friction.
“Baby, you keep moving like that and I’m going to have to pound into you regardless of how many people can see us,” Max said roughly as he pressed kisses down my neck.
Witha chuckle, I slid off his lap, keeping my legs pressed together so he wouldn’t spill out of me. Max shoved his cock back into his pants and stood to sign us in for our private room. I was ready to slip these masks off and spread out. Max walked back over, his hand reaching out for mine. Abandoning our champagne glasses, we walked through the small lounge and over to the room with the lion’s head knocker.
Memoriesof us sneaking back here when the MirageGuild still hadn’t fully opened yet came flooding back to me. It felt like we had lived a lifetime since then but somehow had found ourselves back here. Max used a small brass key to unlock the room and pressed open the heavy door, ushering me inside as he held it open.
Myeyes widened at our disheveled look being reflected back to us on every surface. The room was covered, every wall and across the ceiling with large, mirrored panels. Mirrored furniture was spread across the room, making sure an angle of yourself could be seen no matter where you stood. As soon as I heard the click of the door behind me, Max’s hands were at my sides, roaming over my belly and up my breasts, slowly walking me back against one of the mirrors.
Ireached for my mask and slipped it off, feeling relief from its missing weight, before setting it on top of a nearby dresser. Behind me, Max slung his own mask off and tossed it on the floor, pressing his face into my neck as he pushed the straps of my dress down. His hands found the small zipper at my back and slid the metal down, letting the dress fall and pool at my feet.
Agroan slipped from Max’s mouth as his eyes roamed over my body. The creamy lace garter still clung to my hips and thighs, my full breasts pushed nearly over the edge of the matching bralette, and my feet still arched high in my velvet heels.
Maxwas on his knees in an instant, his hand sliding up between my thighs. My body lurched forward as his fingertips grazed the sensitive skin.
“So fucking beautiful holding my cum in between your legs,” Max said as his eyes flared. With a smirk, he took his fingers and scooped up the creamy liquid that threatened to spill out of me. “I just need to put some of this back where it belongs.”
Mymoan echoed around the room as Max pushed two of his fingers into my pussy. My shoulder blades pressed into the mirror as my hips pushed out to demand more. Max’s mouth was on me in an instant, his tongue flicking out to dance over my clit. As his fingers continued to slowly push into me, Max brought me closer and closer to the edge with his tongue.
“That’s it, baby,” Max said, his voice muffled between my thighs, “squeeze my fingers.”
Myentire body shivered, and my thighs flexed as my orgasm rocked through my body. Max slid his fingers out of me and stood, sprinkling kisses over my belly and up my chest as he raised to his full height. His hands reached for the fabric of my bralette, tugging the lace down so my breasts spilled out.
Hiswarm mouth landed on my nipple, his tongue flicking out to tease it. My fingers dug into the back of his hair, pulling him closer. I needed to feel more of him, all of him.
“I already need to be inside you again,” Max said as he guided us over to the edge of the bed. The back of my legs hit the soft edge of the mattress as I sat down. Once we had decided to intentionally try for another baby, something had shifted in Max. We’d always had a very active sex life—it’s what helped bring us together back then—but this was on another level.
Itwas like it was a primal need for him to make it happen so he was ready to go, as many times as I could handle it, at a moment’s notice. I can’t say that I hated it. Max pulled his shirt off over his head, undid his pants, and pulled himself out.
“Watch me slide into you,” Max said as his hands gripped my knees and pressed them apart.
Myeyes moved to the mirrored ceiling where I could see his hard cock jutting out from his body. Max stood in between my legs and slowly pressed his hips forward. I couldn’t take my eyes off us from above as he sunk deeper and deeper.
Maxpulled himself almost all the way out, letting only the ridge of the tip of him stretch me. His cock glistened with our arousal as he pushed just his tip into me, hitting the sensitive part of me he knew I loved. He would alternate his movements, sometimes pressing himself as deep in as he could go before pulling himself almost all the way out and not pressing past my entrance.
Iwas scratching at the skin of his thighs as I tried to bring him closer. Max reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a little satin bag I recognized from home. As he wrapped one hand around my knee, Max opened the bag and pulled out a small pink vibrator we liked to use.
Maxpressed the on button to the lowest setting and trailed the vibrator over my lips, down my chin and neck, and over my nipples. The entire time Max kept his slow thrust, never pushing himself all the way inside me. I watched in the mirror as his cock stretched me open so he could slide in but instead, he hovered at the edge.
“I’m going to press this against your clit so I can watch you come,” Max said as he trailed the vibrator down between my breasts. “I’m not going to press back in all the way until I feel you dripping over the tip of my cock.”
Imoaned and tried to twist my hips so he’d reach a deeper spot in between my legs, but his hand held my knee firmly.
Maxchuckled. “Come first for me baby, then I’ll fuck you,” he said.
Hebrought the vibrator down to my clit and turned up the speed a couple of notches. He ran the vibrator over my pussy to get it wet then circled my clit with the firm point. I could already feel my orgasm building up in my belly.
Maxcontinued his leisurely thrust of the tip of his cock as he used one hand to spread my lips so he could rub the vibrator over me.
“Come for me baby,” he said, “so I can shove my cock inside your beautiful pussy. I want to fucking come inside you again, then I’m going to fuck my cum back inside you.”
Imoaned as the tingle spread up from my toes and reached my thighs. My body quivered and a low moan filled the room as Max pressed the vibrator firmly against my clit as my arousal soaked us both. Just as I started to catch my breath, Max shoved himself all the way inside.
Ifelt goosebumps on his upper thighs with each thrust of his hips as he came inside me. I could feel the pulse of his cock in between my legs as he stilled. Max pulled himself all the way as he spread my thighs out wide.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful with my cum dripping out of you,” Max said as he pushed his cock back inside. “But it belongs inside.”
Ourwet sounds filled the room as Max pounded into me, my breasts bouncing roughly. I could feel us dripping down my inner thighs and down my ass. My hand patted around the top of the bed before I felt the warm vibrator. I turned it on high and pressed it against my clit as Max fucked me.
Max’slarge hands held my thighs out wide as his hips thrust wildly. I squirmed beneath him as I rubbed over my swollen clit with the toy.
“Do you like feeling me inside you when you make yourself come?” Max asked.
Inodded, my eyes pressed tight as I felt my buildup starting in my belly. “Yes,” I replied breathily. My moan was loud as I pushed myself over the edge for the third time. It felt explosive and my vision went blurry as I came down from the high.
Maxtried to catch his breath as he slid out and sank onto the bed next to me.
“I love trying to make babies with you, Isabella,” he said, turning to me and pushing a stray curl out of my face.
Ismiled at him and laughed. “You turn into an absolute wild animal, Max,” I said.
“And you love it,” he said as he turned on his side and ran his hand down my hip.
“I love you, husband,” I replied.
“Mmm, I love hearing you say that, wife,” he said.
“What if we clean up, go back to our toddler-free house, order some pizza, and we can try to make a baby again?” I asked.
“That sounds like the perfect evening,” Max said, placing a kiss on my shoulder.
AsMax brought me a warm washcloth and pulled out comfy clothes for us to change into from the bag he’d snuck in, my heart swelled. Even just two years ago, I could’ve never fathomed this was where I’d be. All of the things on my “probably never going to happen” to-do list had all fallen into my lap, and I couldn’t imagine them happening with anyone other than the man beside me.
Tomorrow, we’d go back to our reality of parenthood and work, but for now, I let us exist in our own little bubble. One that just so happened to be full of really good sex.