Bonus Epilogue #2
I’m exactly as he asked when he enters our bedroom, closing the door softly and flipping the lock with a definitive click.
I look over my shoulder at him from where I’m bent over the bed, my lace and satin panties stretching across my bottom that’s pointed directly at him.
My body has changed after two kids. I always had a little softness around my tummy, hips, and thighs, but it’s more pronounced now, with dimples from cellulite and a C-section scar from Zachary, who was a big baby, and softness that doesn’t want to leave despite being over a year postpartum now.
Yet Hayes always looks at me like I’m his favorite dessert and it’s a treat just to set eyes on me.
It’s helped me deal with my post-pregnancy changes and a body that doesn’t always feel like it belongs to me after growing two humans.
“You are a fucking sight, angel.” He strides toward me, setting down the glasses of Underworld Spirits double barrel bourbon on the side table. “You’re a damn delight, my beautiful wife. I could drink you in and eat you up.”
“Put those words into action and I’ll believe you,” I taunt, swaying my hips slightly. His eyes track the movement hungrily, and I wonder if he actually needs to eat, rather than just wanting to eat me. Galas aren't known for their filling food, and he barely touched his plate.
“Honey, you better believe it.” He stops behind me and strokes his big palms from my shoulders down to my ass, his fingers sliding along the waistband of my panties gently before he pulls them down and lets them slide off my legs.
He blows cool air against my center and I shiver.
“I think I can combine two of my favorite tastes and show you just how badly I want you.”
He steps back and grabs a tumbler of bourbon, knocking my legs apart with his knee, dragging the cool glass up my thigh and caressing my cheeks before running down the other leg. He kneels behind me, pushing my legs wider to accommodate him, and I tremble in anticipation of having his mouth on me.
“All this for me?” he asks, his voice deep and primal as he kisses my lips and tongues my opening. “Such a good girl.” His growl is low and sends goosebumps rushing across my skin.
I gasp when cool bourbon hits my bottom and runs down my crack into his waiting mouth. His tongue licks along my seam, collecting the liquid directly from my center. I shiver at his touch when his finger comes to my clit and strokes gently while he continues to lap at me.
“Oh God, Hayes, that feels good,” I murmur, doing my best to stay still under his ministrations. It’s hard to do when he pours more bourbon down my ass and licks his way back up, cleaning the trail of fire he’s stoking.
“This bourbon has never tasted sweeter than when it’s paired with your delicious pussy,” he growls against my skin. He points his tongue and pushes into me, my inner muscles clench and release, my eyes rolling with desire as I moan my appreciation for his particular attention.
“Don’t stop,” I rasp, my voice deep and husky with need now.
His fingers circle faster as he eats me like he’s starved.
The pressure builds in my belly, stoking and growing until I break.
I cry out with my release, waves of pleasure rolling through me and making my knees wobble as my legs weaken.
Hayes holds me up while I bury my face in the bed and stifle my moans.
He licks me softly until I’m a panting, shaking mess.
“That was an excellent nightcap, my love, but I want more of you.” He deftly flips me onto my back and stands to remove his shirt and pants. Watching him unbuckle his belt and pull it off with a crack that sends streaks of desire through me once more.
“I want you to fuck me.” The confidence in my voice and ease with using the dirty words that have become part of my vocabulary in the bedroom would shock the girl I was when I met Hayes all those years ago.
“Don't worry angel, I’ll make you feel so good.” He prowls toward me, his body still remarkably hard and toned even at forty. His cock juts prominently, pointed at me like I’m his target. He’s so very delicious.
The bed dips as he crawls to me, trailing kisses along my skin that have me writhing until his body is flush against mine.
With a quick motion, he rolls me on top of him and presses his hard cock to my center.
I roll my hips, sliding along the thick length, coating him in my slickness, making him growl and press his hips up into me.
Watching Hayes grow feral from what I do to him is the best. It makes me feel powerful and sexy.
I love the woman he has helped me grow into.
She’s confident and daring. No more the shy, inexperienced, and sheltered young lady cowering from her mother and running from her responsibilities he first met.
I feel more like myself than I ever have, thanks to his adoration and praise.
I slide back and take his thick, hard cock in my hand and pump, watching as Hayes’s eyes roll in pleasure. His hands grip my hips hard as he groans.
“Ride me, angel. Let me fuck that sweet pussy and watch you come apart on my cock.” He barely gives me time to move myself before he’s pulling me forward and notching at my entrance, thrusting his hips up and impaling me on his hard cock in one swift movement.
I gasp at the fullness, my hands bracing against his chest as I adjust to him filling me so completely.
It doesn’t take long before I’m rolling my hips, meeting his thrusts, and feeling the delicious building heat from the friction we’re creating between us.
It’s so good. He knows my body so well. He can turn me inside out in mere minutes.
He sits up and holds me close, his fingers skating up my back causing me to shiver before plunging into my hair and holding my head steady.
His mouth meets my neck with small nips and soothing licks that have me hissing in a breath one second, and moaning it out the next.
I grind on his lap, my clit rubbing against him with each rock of my hips.
Sparks of pleasure fizzle and pop, a low moan building in my throat as I race toward my climax.
“Just like that. Oh, Hayes, you feel so good,” I murmur into his hair as he continues to kiss my neck and his hands brush down my back to move my hips against him.
“You like being filled with this fat cock, honey? Come for me, baby. I want to feel this tight pussy come all over my cock.”
His filthy words are my undoing. I shatter in his arms, my pleasure bursting from me with a moan.
My nails skate down his back as I fight to stay present, anchoring myself to him by the skin, his back slick with sweat and vibrating under my fingers with his growl of dominance and satisfaction.
He moves me through my release, and I know it’s fueling his own when he swells inside me and his movements become erratic.
When he finally lets go with a roar and fills me, it sets off another orgasm of my own that has me shaking and seeing stars with the violence of it.
We gasp and breathe together, his heart hammering against my chest, matching the rapid cadence of my own.
Hayes falls back on the bed, taking me with him and rolling us to the side.
He’s still inside me, his cum warmly sliding down my thigh, but I’m too sated and fuzzy to care.
We’ll happily change the sheets after showering together, anyway.
“You’re amazing.” My voice is breathy and low, still full of lust and longing even now.
“You’re my entire world,” he replies, kissing my nose gently. “And you’ll always be the best thing to ever happen to me.”
“I’m so glad I ran away from that awful dinner and straight into your arms. It was the best rushed decision I’ve ever made.
” I smile and nuzzle into the space between his shoulder and neck.
“Now we just have to make sure our kids have the best opportunities to become confident, wonderful humans who are happy and fulfilled so they don’t feel the need to run away from familial obligations like I did.
No pressure or anything.” I laugh softly and fight my ever-present nerves that I won’t be a good mother, or I will inevitably scar my children as my Mama did to me.
Hayes pulls back slightly and looks down at me.
“With you as their mother, I have no doubt they will be the best kind of people that we will be proud of. Don't you dare compare yourself to your Mama or think that you are anything like her. You’re kind and empathetic. While you want what’s best for the kids, you would never so much as force your will on them. You are not your mother, angel.”
This is a common occurrence. I often struggle with my motherly insecurities, not wanting to repeat the patterns that led to my strained relationship with my mother.
We’ve buried the worst of it, but there is no denying Caroline Thackery Fairchild is who she is.
She will always have something to say about my life, how I’m raising my kids, or my marriage to Hayes that can send me into a spiral of doubt and uncertainty.
Hayes has to provide me with truths and assurances when the niggling doubts and insidious thoughts break into my mind, confronting me with the worst-case scenarios that invariably spin me out.
He’s been my rock, my constant source of reassurance and truth when my brain tells me I’m not enough.
I’m so freaking thankful for him and how he’s able to talk me down when I need it the most.