by S. C. Adams
Five Years Later.
Sometimes I have to pinch myself to remember that this is my life. It’s been five years since Tanner and I found one another. It was a whirlwind of a romance that almost didn’t happen, but we made it to the finish line and are now a married couple. Not to mention, we have the cutest daughter named Tamsin. She looks just like her daddy, and has her father wrapped around her finger on a string too.
Sometimes, I wake up at night startled, and feel worried I might be dreaming. But I’m not, and I’m filled with grace and wonder that everything worked out fine. Better than fine, in fact. My life is spectacular, and I couldn’t be more joyful.
For example, this morning I woke up before Tanner which is a rare event. He’s the early bird in the house and usually gets up before the sun. He likes to use the time to go for a run or read a book, and it amazes me how he has so much energy first thing.
But the days he wakes up after me are the best because I love getting a chance to watch my husband sleep. He’s incredibly handsome, as always, but it’s also the peace and contentment on his face that warm my heart. Of course, there are a few more lines now, but they’re mainly from all the smiling we do. Our life is so blessed that it’s hard to attribute the wrinkles to anything else.
This morning his hair is all floppy and getting in the way. I push it back to take in his strong features, and as I do so, my ring sparkles in the sunlight.
We’ve been married almost four years now, and we’ve been together five. It literally could not be any better. It was a little rocky at first because he had just ended his engagement to my mom, which was obviously a sticky matter. I remember my conversation with my Aunt Jane where she advised us to wait before getting married.
“We have to wait an entire year to tie the knot?” I ask. “But why?” I was flabbergasted that my Aunt Jane would even bringing up the suggestion. I was ready to pull the trigger, but my aunt was only trying to be helpful.
She sighed. “Come on Kylie, you know how cruel New York society can be. It’ll be better for both of you to keep your relationship on the downlow for some time. Trust me, it’ll be a lot easier that way.”
I knew she was right. Jane always had my best interests at heart. I knew New York high society was full of a bunch of jerks, but still, the level of scandal caused by his break-up from Veronica took me by surprise regardless.
People care so much about things that have nothing to do with them. There was a whole spread in the paper about how “man about town” Tanner Logan was back on the market after literally leaving his blushing bride, Veronica Mitchell, at the altar. Reading it was pretty surreal, and I remember blinking when I saw the headline in the newspaper.
“Look at this,” I said showing him the paper. The headlines scream: Socialite Veronica Mitchell Tells All About Her Very Public Breakup from Billionaire Playboy Tanner Logan.
He snorted upon glimpsing the headline because of course my mom went to the press herself. She was playing the media and wanted to get her version of events out there instead of letting people draw their own conclusions. Veronica is savvy, if nothing else, and I had to shake my head in consternation.
“What else does it say?” Tanner asked, slowly spooning his yogurt.
“Well,” I reply, my forehead creasing. “So my mother told the paper that you two ended things amicably. There were issues that the two of you had ignored, but everything came to a head, unfortunately, on your wedding day. Oh wait, and look. Here, she hints at the fact that you couldn’t perform sexually.” I have to laugh because number one, I know that they never slept together, and number two, Tanner is amazing in the sack. But my man doesn’t look pissed, he just looks amused.
“She really said that?”
“Not explicitly. She only implied it, saying that things were lacking down there.”
My boyfriend gets a good snort at that one.
“Well, let her have her little fantasies. Veronica will always be Veronica, and as long as she doesn’t bother us, I don’t care.”
That was one of the last times we mentioned my mother. In fact, I cut off all contact with her, and it was the best decision I’ve ever made. After she unloaded all that baggage and then physically assaulted me, it was a wrap. Without her, I’m happier, my body feels lighter, and so many of my worries have evaporated. I have zero regrets.
Plus, although I lost a mother, I gained a sister of sorts. Lacey and I have become friends, and I think the thaw between her and Tanner is beginning to melt. They respect one another, and occasionally, we meet up with Lacey and her son for playdates with Tamsin. It’s a happy family gathering, and I feel what I lost with Veronica doesn’t even compare to what I’ve gained with Lacey.
So yes, things take time. Everything takes time. But after a year, Tanner and I were able to step out in public. People still talked, but eventually the fervor around us subsided, and the gossip columns moved on to the next thing, whether it was a widow leaving an inheritance to her pet poodle, or the break-up of a newly single Taylor Swift. Next to that, we couldn’t compete.
But that’s okay because my husband and I merely want to live our lives in peace and tranquility. I stare down at my ring, remembering how he proposed. We were at his second home in the Hamptons, and he slung a heavy arm around my shoulder.
“Oof!” I remark, cringing a little. “Your arm is heavy!”
He chuckles and presses a kiss to my head while reaching down to rub my back.
“Sorry baby. I forget sometimes because you’re so much a part of me. Plus, I feel like at this point, we know we’re going to be together forever. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
I smile sassily at him.
“Yeah, of course. Why, do you have other ideas?” I ask in an arch voice.
Tanner chuckles while pulling on one of my curls.
“I understand that it’s obvious that we’re together, but what I’m trying to say is, do you want to make if official, Kylie?”
I keep perusing the newspaper because I’m in the middle of a really interesting story.
“Hmmm?” I ask in a distracted voice.
He laughs again, those blue eyes sparkling.
“Kylie, sweetheart, I know you love to read, but I’m a man trying to propose right now. Will you be my wife, baby girl, and make me the happiest man in the world?”
This time I look up with a jolt, absolutely speechless. There are about fifteen reasons why I don’t know what to say, ranging from the fact that I never thought I’d get married to the fact that I’d be getting married to my mom’s ex-fiancé.
“I’m sorry?” is all I’m able to manage.
Tanner grins and gets up from his lounge chair before kneeling in front of me. He takes my hand and looks straight into my eyes, suddenly serious.
“Kylie Mitchell, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” He brings out a ring box and flips it open to reveal the most beautiful piece of jewelry I’ve ever seen. The ring is absolutely perfect, with an oval-shaped diamond surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds that make me gasp. Suddenly, all my reservations are gone.
“Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!” I jump out of my seat and wrap my arms around his broad shoulders while showering him with kisses. He chuckles and slides the ring on my finger, before casting me a possessive look.
“You’re mine, sweetheart,” he rumbles.
I smile back.
“Yes, I’m yours, Tanner.”
Even though it’s been a few years, I smile whenever I remember his proposal. For some reason, marriage hadn’t crossed my mind at that point and when he pulled out that ring, I nearly fainted.
But now, we’re happily wedded with a baby too. I look down at my sleeping husband in adoration while brushing a stray black lock off his forehead. I keep trying to get his hair to stay where I want it to, but it’s recalcitrant and seems to like blocking my view. I try to move it again, but then he stirs a bit.
“Is everything okay?” Tanner mumbles. His eyes haven�
�t opened yet, but he’s awake. Whenever he starts talking, that means he’s ready for the day.
“Now that you’re awake, yes,” I sweet talk him. I place my nose on his cheek, gently rubbing against his face. He scrunches up his nose acting like he wants me to stop.
“Do you want something from me?” he’s trying to sound annoyed, but I know he’s joking.
“Maybe,” I tease.
I’m waiting for a response, but I get nothing. His breathing has evened out, and his mouth is a little slack. Did he fall asleep again? I poke his nose, but that does nothing. I do it one more time, pushing it for a little longer, but nada.
“Tanner?” Not a single movement. Do I have to wait for him to wake up again? Who knows how long that will take? I’m bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at this early hour, which is very out of character for me because I like all the sleep I can get. I want to spend these precious morning hours with my hubby.
It’s time to bring out the big guns. I move on top of him, straddling his waist. I rest my hands on his shoulders and give the broad width a little shake, but he’s so heavy that it’s like trying to move a rock. Hmm, that didn’t work.
“Maybe this is a symptom of old age; you know, not being able to stay awake and needing more sleep,” I say cheekily.
All of a sudden, I’m on my back. I shriek, trying to reorient myself. I’m pressed against the mattress, looking up at my husband, and he’s absolutely gorgeous. Tanner is on top of me now, his hands and knees on either side of my body.
“Oh my god! You were faking it! I was right!” I giggle.
“You think I’m old?” he growls, ignoring my complaint. I roll my eyes.
“You’re not old,” I say in a mewl. “Just a little on the older side, shall we say.”
He grunts with humor in his eyes.
“Well, if I’m your elder, then maybe I should teach you a lesson or two.”
“Oh no,” I gasp. I try to get up, but he traps me and holds down my hands. “Are you going to let me up?”
He pretends to think.
“But I like having you under me.” He presses his pelvis into mine, edging his sizable erection against my tummy. “Do you like being under me?”
I’m not even going to pretend.
“Yes,” I sigh, bucking a bit under his heavy weight. “Definitely.”
“You’re such a good girl,” he whispers before kissing me. I thread my heads into the hair at the back of his neck as he grinds against me, my center catching on fire.
I want to feel more of him. I move my hands down to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up for a glimpse of his sculpted abs. Sure enough, they’re there, ridged and hard and I moan a bit at the sight. I break our kiss and caress his stomach, reveling in the washboard feel. This is my husband. How did I get so lucky?
Meanwhile, Tanner groans and reaches into my panties to feel just how wet I am. I’m probably soaking, and I squirm deliciously. I used to be embarrassed by stuff like that, but Tanner has always encouraged me to be open with my body. With him, I’ve been able to get more of a handle on my sexuality, and I love revving him up in return.
“Are you wet just for me?” he growls.
I smile.
“Only for you, Tanner.”
His fingers enter me, swirling my juices all around. I can hear the slicks sounds of his fingers moving in and out of my channel and I moan breathlessly. My muscles tense, my body filling up with white-hot tingles. I’m rising and rising and rising until Tanner’s thumb presses into my clit and then, the explosion comes.
“Oh god!” I squeal. “Tanner!”
My mouth hangs open as bright flashes of light explode before my eyes, and I gulp air like there’s no tomorrow. Meanwhile, my pussy clenches on his fingers, squeezing and squeezing with a hurricane of sensation. He groans, thrusting deeper as I pulse.
“Fuck baby, I love feeling you come,” he whispers hoarsely.
Finally, I come down from the stars and pant breathlessly, trying to get oxygen back into my lungs. With a wicked smile, Tanner pulls his fingers out with a slight squelching sound, his hand gleaming in the light.
“You taste sweet, pretty girl,” he rumbles before sucking my juices off his digits. “You want some of this?” he offers.
Oh god, he’s asking if I want to taste my own pussy nectar. Usually, I don’t mind but right now, there’s something else that’s more pressing. I want to move to the next part where Tanner takes me mercilessly as I moan and writhe from the pounding.
“I want you inside of me, now,” is my breathless murmur.
He doesn’t say anything, just rips off my panties before throwing them over his shoulder to land with a wet splat on the wood floor. I can feel him fiddling with his boxers, and then his bare cock presses into my leg. I shudder simply from thinking about what is going to happen next.
Slowly, he eases himself into my tight vaginal passage. Oh god, it still feels so naughty to be doing this. Most people say backdoor fun is the forbidden taboo but because of our history, it’s the front way that makes me feel wicked.
His dick slides into me and I toss my head, opening my thighs wider to welcome him.
“Yes, like that,” I murmur, even as my pussy stretches unbearably. “Oh god, you’re big.”
He growls a bit, his eyes bright.
“I know sweetheart, but your pussy was meant for this. Plus, you’ve had my baby so you know you can stretch. Breathe deep, sweetheart, and it’ll go in easier.”
I mewl beneath him, still tossing a bit. Even five years later, his cock is still mythical to me. The ridges massage me from the inside out, his precum and my juices coating and lubing the two of us. I could never get tired of this, and I try and breathe through my nose while welcoming his massive size.
But being with this man has changed something in me. I’ve been introduced to the dark arts, and I shoot him a naughty look.
“Are you totally lubed?”
He grunts.
“Sweetheart, you’re so wet that I was lubed within two seconds of entering you.”
I push against his broad shoulders so that he pulls out, groaning at the slide. Then, I flip around so that I’m on my stomach and bump my marble peach up against that hard shaft.
“Put it in me,” I whisper while reaching with two hands to spread my buttocks, showing him my back hole. “I want it like this.”
He lets out a hoarse chuckle.
“Oh shit, baby girl. I did this to you, didn’t I? I got you hooked on the delights of anal, and now look what a monster you’ve become. Always wanting it like this, you naughty girl.”
I merely shoot him another sly glance over my shoulder while pulling my cheeks apart even wider and swaying my butt a bit as if tempting him.
“Put it in Tanner,” I say throatily. “I need it.”
With that, he gives in. His huge glans nudges my hole and I breathe in through my nose, preparing myself for the penetration. And then it happens. He works that giant rod into my bottom until I’m moaning with pleasure at the thickness in my butt.
“Oh god, more,” I cry out. “Yes, like that.”
He pushes his hips forward a bit more, and finally, he’s balls deep in my anal canal.
“Fuck baby girl,” Tanner hisses. “You’re so fucking small and I love it.”
With that, my husband begins the drill. He pulls back, groaning as my tight hole grips his length, and then pushes back in, exploring my depths.
“Fuck baby, you’re so beautiful like this,” he rasps. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
I cry and mewl, almost unable to hear his words. Hot pleasure is building deep within and I pump my butt back against him to give him everything.
“Yes,” I cry out. “Oh god, I love you Tanner!” is my scream as my body sails over the edge. My pussy and ass convulse furiously, hot jets of spray gushing out from my sweet hole. My breasts tremble and my nipples ache as Tanner pushes deep into my GI tract, making me take it all.
“Fuck!” he roa
rs. “Oh shit, I’m coming!”
With that, virile blasts of semen pulse up my anal canal and I mewl with satisfaction as my butt is soaked with his seed. Oh god, this is what I was meant for. To be his, backwards and forwards, and every which way. My body was created to pleasure this man, and as his dick shakes and trembles within my bottom, I mewl again, squeezing him with my rectum.
“Shit baby,” Tanner says when we’ve finally come back to Earth. He collapses on me, and I give him a few more naughty squeezes, milking out the last of his jism. He groans and presses his lips to my neck. “Sweetheart, you are it for me.”
I smile saucily into the pillow.
“Is that so?” I ask.
He groans.
“Absolutely,” is his reply. “You drain me dry every single time, baby girl. I’m surprised we don’t have ten kids yet.”
With that, I squeeze him again, making him groan.
“Well, since you’re on the topic of ten children, I wanted to let you know: I’m pregnant again.”
His eyes fly open and his dick jerks in my bottom.
“Really? From what we just did?”
I giggle a little, craning my head around to look at him.
“No, of course not from right now. You came in my bottom remember? But you’ve been coming in me so often lately that it was just a matter of time. I’m fertile, and I think our daughter could use some siblings, don’t you think?”
At that, Tanner pulls out and stares at me.
“Siblings, plural?” he asks slowly.
“Siblings, plural,” I confirm like the cat that just got the cream. “Tanner, I’m pregnant with twins.”
He’s speechless for a moment.
“Holy fucking shit,” he whispers in disbelief while staring at me. “Holy shit.”
“You’re going to be fine, Daddy,” I soothe while stroking his arm. “You’ve been an amazing dad to Tamsin so far, and when Tyler and Torrent come, you’ll have your hands full but I know you’re going to be fantastic with the boys.”
He stares at me.
“So you know they’re boys already?”
“Yes,” I say cheekily. “And I want my sons to look just like their Daddy.”