Epilogue
EPILOGUE
CASEY
Five years later…
Doyle Construction. Even now, as I watch the last of the trucks pull off the site, I realize I may never get used to seeing my company name and logo out there.
“That’s it. It’s finally finished.” I turn and smile at my wife, who’s looking absolutely stunning in a loose white dress and a pair of white sandals. “Our dream house is completely done.”
Michelle looks like a blossomed flower in the midday sun as she comes over to me and casts herself into my arms.
“Hasn’t it been done for a while now? I mean, we have been living in it for nearly a year.”
“True.” I smile, rocking back and forth as I slip my hand down the front of her dress and take a full handful of her breast. “But the driveway slab needed repairing, and the back retaining wall wasn’t finished, and the patio hadn’t been poured…”
“But the house wasn’t finished.” She smiles, turning around and removing my hand from her dress. “And would you stop that? You’re going to get me all excited when we’re about to have company.”
“Well would you stop looking like that all the time, then? Because all you do is get me excited whenever I look at you.”
Michelle smiles like I’m teasing, but we both know it’s the truth. Five years together now and I’m just as hot-blooded for her as I was the day we met. But so much time has passed since then. So much has happened.
Most importantly, our daughter was born. Charlotte, named after Michelle’s mom. She is my little angel and has her mother’s eyes and is already tall for her age, which my mom says she gets from me. She’s the light in both our lives.
Michelle’s father was convicted of fraud and embezzlement and was sentenced to eight years in prison along with some pretty hefty fines. He’ll be eligible for parole in three years, and although I despise the prick, I’m kind of hoping he gets out.
After all, he lost his status as a reverend, and he will have to basically start a new life. Maybe time in jail and losing everything he had, or thought he had, will be a wakeup call for him. Maybe he can turn his life around and become a better man. At least I hope he can. For Michelle.
After everything went down and the Reverend was arrested and Michelle and Jerry’s wedding was called off, I kind of took Rodney’s advice. I started my own company, but it sure wasn’t oiled-up lawn care. It was my own construction company. I asked him and Chris to join me on small jobs first, and being the good friends they are, they took a leap of faith and came in as partners.
Dave took a bit more convincing. He thought I’d lost my mind and was out of control or on drugs or something. But once he saw how serious I was and that Michelle and I were the real deal and not some passing obsession, he came in too.
With our resume of jobs under our belts, we were able to get work quickly. I took out a loan from the bank to get us started, which we paid back in no time, and then we were off to the races. Work just started flooding in.
We expanded, hired more workers, and before I knew it, I was acting more as a foreman than an actual guy getting my hands dirty every day. Now I’m known as the boss to everybody. They joke that I’m losing the calluses on my hands from spending more time on my phone and my laptop than using my tools.
But I can take the jabs. It brought in enough money to build Michelle and me a brand-new house up in the hills, overlooking the woods. With her interest in architecture, Michelle had a hand in coming up with the design. She’s even thinking about whether or not she wants to go back to school here in a year or two and become a licensed architect. I told her it would be rough with a young daughter, but I’d support whatever choice she wants to make. I know she’d be fantastic.
The doorbell rings, and Michelle gives me a gentle “be good” smack between the legs as she goes to the door. “That will be the boys.”
“Daddy!?” I look up and see Charlotte standing at the top of the stairs in her jammies.
“Sweetie, what are you doing up? It’s night-night time.”
“My window is still open, and it’s cold,” she says. Her voice still melts my heart whenever she speaks. “Can you close it for me?”
“Of course I can, sweetie.” I smile.
I go up the stairs, take her hand, and walk her back down the hall to her bedroom. It is colder than it should be, so I go over to her window, which has been left open a crack, and close it. Then I help her into bed and tuck her in.
“There we go. All better?” She nods. I lean in and give her a kiss on the forehead. “Great. Now it’s bedtime. Don’t let me catch you up here with a flashlight reading all night, okay?”
I make my silly monster face at her, which always gets a laugh, and she nods innocently back at me.
“Love you, honey.”
“Love you, Daddy.”
I squeeze her hand and leave her door partially cracked before heading back downstairs to find Rodney, Dave, and Chris all sitting in the main combination living and dining room that overlooks the woods. Rodney’s girlfriend, Sasha, is with him. And Dave’s wife, Tina, is seated beside him.
“Is she okay?” Michelle asks as I enter the room.
I nod. “She was cold.” I turn to our guests and grab a glass of wine that’s clearly been left out for me from the table and raise it high into the air. “Well hello, everybody! Welcome to our house-is-finally-finished party!”
Everyone laughs and claps.
Dave raises his glass. “You couldn’t have done it without us!”
I smirk and flip him the bird. “You know what, Dave? You’re right. Speaking of which, I just have to say, that without you guys taking a chance and coming with me to my company–”
“Yeah, yeah,” Chris interrupts. “Enough of this sappy crap. I’m starving. Where’s the grub?”
Everyone cracks up, and I sigh, actually relieved I don’t have to make the speech I’ve been mulling over in my head all day.
“The kitchen. We had like three hundred dollars of Vietnamese delivered, and there’s gelato in the freezer. Come on. Let’s feast!”
The evening’s festivities go even better than Michelle or I could have planned. Everyone has a fantastic time. At first, Michelle and Sasha didn’t quite hit it off, and it’s taken them a while to warm up to each other. But by the end of the night, they’re both laughing and telling jokes over their raspberry truffle gelato.
The boys and I are recounting our worst days on our worst jobs back when we first started working construction, but the whole night, I’m eyeing my wife like a guy at a bar who is entranced by a woman he’s just seen for the very first time.
Even now she entrances me. Even now her beauty shocks me. Every morning when I wake up beside her, I think to myself, “I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.”
Finally, once everyone has cleared out, she and I stand together at the wall of glass in our bedroom, looking out over the woods and staring out into the darkness. The sky is filled with stars, and out here away from town, it’s like an ocean of twinkling speckles of light.
“You remember what you said that night when we stayed in the cabin?” I ask, holding her in my arms.
“When we slept in a sleeping bag on the floor?” She giggles, slightly tipsy from tonight’s revels.
“That’s the one,” I chuckle.
“I said that I wouldn’t need a house much bigger than that one to be happy. As long as I was with you.”
I thread a hand through her hair, then hook the straps of her dress over each of her shoulders, letting it fall past her breasts.
“Well I guess we made that happen, didn’t we?”
She turns in my embrace and looks up at me, swaying her hips as she continues to slip out of her dress. I watch as it drops to the floor, exposing her fully naked body. So pristine. So perfect.
I’m hard in an instant and kissing her hungrily as she goes to work on getting me out of my pants.
“I love you so much,” I growl as my cock breaks free and my jeans drop to the floor.
“I love you too, Casey.” Her smooth hands trace my shaft as she moves closer, spreading her legs, enticing me. “You’re such an incredible father. You make me feel so safe, but so free.”
“You are, baby. I’ll always be there for you.”
I lift her onto our bed and set her down beneath me. My cock slips into her entrance, and just like the first time we made love, I feel resistance. Michelle gasps as I thrust in, and I groan and pump my hips hard, pinning her down against the mattress.
“My God, baby. You’re just as tight as you were five years ago.”
She giggles and rolls her hips back against me. “Stop smooth-talking me, mister.”
“I’m just telling you the truth,” I reply, rutting harder and deeper inside her delicious pussy.
Only my wife can do this to me. Only Michelle.
With one hand, I grasp her hair and tilt her head back so I can kiss her all across her delicate neck. With the other, I take hold of her breast, using it to steady her body as I pump her harder and harder, faster and faster.
After fucking my wife so many times these past five years, I know exactly what to do to please her. And I give it to her.
She wraps her arms around my neck and curls her legs around my waist, grinding into me, telling me she wants more, more, more.
And I want to come. I need to.
I pump her hard, deep, with precise, measured strokes until I feel her pussy begin to clamp down on me. And then I stop biting the inside of my cheek. Then I let myself relax.
“I’m going to come, baby,” I tell her.
“Yes!” she exclaims. “Do it, my husband. Do it.”
Her back arches off the bed as I pump my seed inside her. She clamps down like a fist as her own orgasm wracks her, and we come together, two lovers entwined in total ecstasy.
With the finality of finishing our house today and holding my wife as she moans into my ear, all I can think is:
I did it. I made her mine. I saved her.
THE END