Extended Epilogue
Taevin
Two Years Later
Salt air floats through the open french doors of our overwater bungalow, accompanied by the calming soundtrack of the ocean lapping against the wooden stilts of our suite.
Smiling to myself, I relax further into the mattress.
Two weeks here in Fiji will never be enough, but knowing what’s ahead for us, I’m excited to get home.
What we had originally planned as the honeymoon we never had, turned into our babymoon when we got the news six months ago that our surrogate was pregnant with not one, but two babies.
Both embryos implanted and now, by some miracle, we’re going to have twins.
I stretch in bed, noticing how gloriously sore my muscles are after yesterday’s snorkeling session and last night’s extracurricular activities. Rolling over, I’m surprised to find the other side of the large canopy bed empty.
The early light of dawn peaking through the sheer white curtains billowing in the ocean’s morning breeze is the first thing I notice when I sit up.
Before I have to go in search of him, my husband opens the bathroom door and steps out in nothing but a plush, white towel wrapped deliciously low around his waist.
“Good morning,” I greet him, my voice gravelly with sleep.
Jax smiles, but when I drop the sheet that was covering my breasts, he throws his head back and lets out a deep groan that has heat pooling in my core.
“Come lie down with me, Bear,” I say, patting the spot beside me.
He steps forward then hesitates. “Aren’t you sore from last night? We got a little . . . carried away.”
Oh, we did, and in the best of ways. In fact, I hope like hell he’ll be up for a repeat.
Last night before dinner, Jax handed me a pair of vibrating panties that he used to tease me with all through dinner, edging me until I was on the brink of tears.
When we got back to our bungalow, he fucked me senseless against every surface.
“I’m not sore, and I’d love to get carried away with you again. I actually was thinking maybe we could—” I cut myself off, unsure if I want to go there or not.
“Could what, baby?” he asks, lying on the bed beside me.
I roll over onto my side to face him, propping my head up on my fist to mirror his positioning. “Try something new,” I say. Vague, I know.
“What do you have in mind?
Biting my lip, I decide to go for it. “I’ve always wanted to be . . . double penetrated.”
His eyebrows raise to his hairline. “Tae . . . I’m not sorry when I say I’ll never share you.”
My cheeks heat with embarrassment before I bury my head in the pillow. “Oh my god, that’s not what I meant!” I squeal, though it’s muffled.
“Okay, what did you mean?” he questions, brushing my hair back from my face.
“I-I brought a toy. A dildo. The one you love to have me use when you’re on the road. I mean, I know you’ve used it on me before, it’s just—”
“We’ve never used it together like that,” he finishes for me.
I let out a sigh. “Yeah, and I just thought with this being our babymoon and all—”
Jax’s chest rumbles with laughter, the sound is one of my favorite things. “Tae, you never need to feel shy or embarrassed to ask me for something you want. I’ll always give you anything you desire.”
Aiming a shy smile his way, I reach my arm around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. It quickly turns from slow and sensual to hungry and desperate, and in no time he’s rolled me on top of him so I’m straddling his now naked waist.
“Ride me, T.” He punctuates his request by thrusting his hips up against mine so my pussy glides along his length in the best way.
I tsk. “Is that any way to ask your wife?”
“Please, baby. Take control. Ride me,” he pleads, and I’m nothing if not generous.
Sitting up on my knees, I grab his cock, giving him a firm stroke before lining him up at my entrance and slowly lowering myself.
I ease him inside me, inch by inch, and when I’m full in the best way, I begin teasing him, moving my hips in slow, methodical circles instead of riding him the way I know he craves.
Deciding I’ll give him a show, I trail my hands up and down my body, starting by combing my fingers through my shoulder-length hair, then gliding them from my collarbones to my chest. I take my time, alternating between tweaking my nipples and cupping my breasts.
“Where’s your toy?” Jax asks just as he grips my hips and thrusts up hard.
“I put them in the drawer in the bedside table,” I tell him breathlessly.
“Them?”
“I couldn’t decide which one I wanted to bring, so I brought two and some lube.”
He bites down on his bottom lip before a sexy smirk stretches across his face. “Vacay Tae is naughty. I love it.”
Lifting myself off him, I crawl over to the bedside table, open the drawer, and debate which one to use: the purple dildo that he’s seen before or the new one I ordered before the trip, it’s called the rabbit and has a clit and G-spot stimulator.
Ultimately, I grab the rabbit and the small bottle of lube and turn to Jax.
Kneeling beside him, I ask, “So how should we do this?”
He chuckles. “It was your fantasy. You tell me. What do you want?”
“I want to use this clit stimulator so . . .”
He quirks his brow before another slow, salacious smirk appears. “Want me to fuck your ass, T?”
I bite the inside of my cheek, feeling coy about admitting it aloud. “Yes,” I murmur.
Jax moves from the bed and stands off the side, facing me. “Come here.”
Doing as he says, I move until I’m kneeling on the very edge of the bed.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees. Head down, ass up,” he rasps the command.
Setting the lube and toy down, I turn and eagerly comply.
I close my eyes and listen to him open the bottle of lube and squirt it on what I’m assuming is the toy because shortly after I hear the vibration turn on, and then the silicone tip is circling my entrance.
“Look at you, doing exactly as I say,” Jax muses. “You look so fucking good on your hands and knees for me, baby.”
He pushes the tip of the toy inside me, and the vibration feels so good, but when he gets it fully seated in me and readjusts the clit stimulator so it’s in the perfect spot, I nearly jump off the bed from the sensation.
“Does it feel good?”
“Mmm,” I moan in response.
“Do you want me to make you feel even better?”
“Yes!”
“Good girl,” he hums, the praise sending shivers down my spine.
He keeps the toy in place and I hear the bottle of lube opened and squeezed again.
I look back at Jax as he strokes himself before lining himself up. Hesitating, he looks at me. “You’re sure?”
I lick my lips and nod. “Absolutely.”
He nods in reply, but adds, “If it’s too much, tell me. I-I don’t want to hurt you.”
I know this is a first for both of us—we’ve talked about it before—and that little fact only makes me want this more. I want one of his firsts and every single last.
We both take a breath in unison as he nudges his tip against my tight hole, and when he pushes past the barrier, I feel a slight sting of pain.
Gripping the sheets, I breathe deeply and try to relax my muscles, which is harder than I thought it would be considering I’m on the precipice of an orgasm from the toy’s stimulation.
“You good?” he asks, halting his movements.
“I’m good. Can you keep moving?”
“Yeah,” he answers before pulling his hips back and then slowly thrusting forward another inch. The sting subsides, and instead I feel incredibly . . . full.
“God, your ass is fucking perfect,” he groans, gripping my cheeks in his hands. “So tight,” he murmurs.
Each time he presses his hips forward, it drives the toy deliciously deeper.
“Oh, fuck. Jax!” I call out, the sensations from the fullness and vibrations combine in the best way, and my blood spikes feverish with white hot pleasure.
“Are you close?” he asks, and when I look back I see he’s clenching his teeth, telling me he’s on the brink of his climax too.
When he throws his head back in pleasure, the sight drives me wild and arousal like I’ve never felt rushes through my veins. My pussy clenches the toy as my legs begin to shake and quiver.
“Jackson!” I scream, unable to hold it in as I’m brought to the very pinnacle of rapture. Jackson joins me in ecstasy with his own release, and when I feel him come inside me, bone-deep satisfaction settles throughout my body.
When he pulls out of me and takes the toy out and turns it off, I face plant into the mattress.
“That was . . .” I start, but have a difficult time coming up with words to describe what that was.
Jackson lets out a low chuckle. “It was,” he agrees. “I’m going to go get you a washcloth.”
I lift my shaky hand up before dropping it back on the bedding. “I’ll be right here.”
Once I’m cleaned up, I move back under the covers because I honestly don’t feel like I have full functioning of my legs yet.
My phone rings as an unfamiliar number is displayed across the screen. Knowing we’re waiting on several calls, I reach over to pick it up from the bedside table, fumbling the device as I try to answer.
“Hello?”
“Good morning, is this Taevin?”
“This is she. Who am I speaking with?”
“Oh, excellent! Apologies, this is Marsha with the Happy Homes Adoption Agency.”
“Of course! I’m sorry, Marsha. My caller ID didn’t recognize this number.”
I turn the phone on speaker and look over at Jackson, motioning for him to come here.
“No worries, dear. I’m just so excited to let you know that you’ve been matched!”
My body has contradicting reactions to this news we’ve been waiting on for well over a year now because what does she mean we’ve matched?
Looking at Jax, I see he’s wearing the same wide-eyed look of shock as I’m sure I am.
I clear my throat. “Really? Oh my goodness, this is wonderful. Do you have any information on the child?”
“Children, actually. They’re siblings.”
I’m momentarily stunned silent. “Siblings?” I squeak out in question.
“Yes, two boys. They’re ten and six years old.”
Jax reaches out and clasps our hands together, giving me a squeeze.
When I meet his gaze, no words are necessary.
I simply nod. We don’t know a single thing about these boys; we don’t know their faces, their likes, their dislikes, their fears, their dreams. But Jackson’s eyes say exactly what my heart is screaming: we’ve been waiting for this—for them.
We both turn to look back at the phone and together we say, “When can we meet them?”