by Maggie Twain
Epilogue One
Decker
The deepest and most satisfying sleep of my life is interrupted by a repetitive dull slapping sound. There’s a very faint yet delicious scent of peach and when I lick my lips, I get a mouthful of hair. I’m left even further surprised when out of nowhere, my body clams as something builds in my belly. When I’m forced to open my eyes, there’s the cheekiest grin I’ve ever seen and Haley’s arm is shifting rhythmically against my body.
Finally, I realize what she’s doing. “Oh, good morning.” I can only stare down through a net of auburn hair at the way my cock is filling her hand, her fingers not quite able to connect around my thickness.
“Shhhhh, not one word,” she demands and the way she throws her leg over me, positions my head at her entrance and then slowly sinks down is convincing enough to have me believe she’s worried that if she doesn’t do this now then the opportunity might never again return.
I prop my hands behind my head and relax back as she goes to work milking my shaft with her incredibly tight pussy walls, and decide there might not be any harm in waiting until after she’s finished before telling her that I might just be cured of certain things.
I mean, the thought of being close to other people physically, the air around them and their touch especially is incredibly hard to bear, but my mind and body seem to be responding differently to Haley. In fact, as our juices coalesce and my most sensitive body part rubs hard against her insides, I’m not sure I will ever be able to get enough of this beautiful girl and the way she looks, smells and even feels.
Yes, I know, I’m a strange contradiction, the family enigma one might say, but that’s me so take it or leave it.
And then I grab her hips and wrench her as hard down against me as I possibly can as my seed releases deep inside of her.
Still impaled, she folds over me and breathes heavy into my ear. “Maybe I’ll just stay like this for a while.” You can stay as long as you like, forever if you desire it. She shuffles, grinds a little, helping to push the envelope further. I let her.
When finally we rise there’s a badly needed shower ahead of us. We fuck again against the tiles, her legs wrapped around me as I push inside and the hot water cascades down upon us. My entire adult life I’ve been without this feeling but now that I have it I mean to make up for lost time. If I get her pregnant and she has my baby then we may or may not win the prize.
But the truth is, I know, as I spin her around and enter her from behind, that I’ve already won, and I will gladly live the rest of my life as a pauper if it means Haley and I will be together.
True to form, however, I’m already getting ideas of starting my own architecture company and who better to hire as co-CEO than the woman I’m presently stretching with my size. This way we can spend our lives working together, as well as getting off together, and regardless of grandfathers, brothers or anything else this world might throw at us, nothing will prevent us from being a success. Indeed, the more I think about this idea, the less important winning the inheritance even seems.
There is one thing, however, because the thought of losing my beautiful Carrington Country Club is beyond what I can bear. Tanner would bulldoze it just to spite me and there’s little doubting Butcher would turn it into a commune for orange-clad Buddhist monks for the exact same petty reason. I can’t allow that to happen, I simply cannot, which means there’s only one option, I have to win the family inheritance.
When we dress and leave the shower, the table’s been set for breakfast. Laughing, we notice the spaced out seating arrangement at the same time and then we have to rearrange things so we’re seated together. But Haley forgoes her chair entirely and moves atop my lap from when I spend time popping strawberries, blueberries and chunks of delicious melon onto her tongue. The mere sound she makes chewing is all that’s required for my manhood to grow big and strenuously hard against her ass and it’s several minutes before I notice Carey standing outside, shaking his head, hands on hips as he surveys the wreckage that is my former Bentley.
We exchange eye contact through the window and he makes a double-take before plowing through the door. “You see, this is precisely why I do the driving, Deck, what the fuck happened to the ca… Whoa!” The change has finally clicked and now he gapes in amazement at the hot girl sitting in my lap, her ass now causing my raging boner some considerable pain. A burst of laughter escapes him. “Deck, are you feeling alright?”
Maybe I have gone a little crazy.
“Morning, Carey,” Haley says with a twinkle in her eye.
I can only laugh, slip a cherry in my mouth and reflect on how life has never been so good as this. Not even a trashed car can bring me down today. “Carey, I’m taking the day off to get to know my woman, so perhaps you’d best leave us be.”
He understands completely and nods silently. “Just let me know if there’s anything you need unless, um, unless it involves the car.” He leaves with a demonic grin stretching across his face.
Unfortunately, this magical day was not to last beyond the early afternoon because I receive a call from the clinic.
“Mister Astor,” comes the voice at the other end, “I’m sorry to have to tell you but there appears to have been a bit of a mix-up.”
I have to pull away from Haley, which annoys me intensely, but it’s not just the caller’s words but his tone that snatches my attention. My voice is hoarse, “what mix up?”
He pauses. “Precautions, Mister Astor, we make checks on all our embryos, for obvious reasons, and I’m afraid we need to ask you to return to make a second contribution.”
My head snaps back and my heart begins to race. There will be no second contributions from me, no more jerking off into plastic cups. No, instead I will put a baby inside of Haley the way man has done since the dawn of time, either that or not at all.
He takes my silence as cue to continue. “As you know, we harvest several eggs and freeze them should you wish for a second child in the future or, in case the procedure fails, you wish to make a second attempt.” He nervously clears his throat. “In this case, it appears as though your doctor…”
“Doctor Herrera!”
“Right, well, it appears as though he made a mistake and that consequently, the embryo waiting to be injected inside Miss Olsen has been fertilized with the wrong sperm.”
I’ve been squeezing the cell so hard my knuckles have turned white. It’s the awful knowledge that another man’s seed has come anywhere close to Haley’s eggs, even outside of her body, as much as the diabolical thought of there ever being another man’s baby inside of her that’s like a dagger twisting in my heart. It’s a violation of all that’s good and pure and even though I would gladly die a thousand times over than allow that embryo anywhere near her, it’s still excruciating to even contemplate, what very nearly might have been. When I speak, I do not even recognize the sound of my own voice. “Whose?”
He hesitates, “I’m sorry, Mister Astor, but due to reasons of confidentiality, I’m unable to give you that information.”
“Unable or won’t?”
“I’m not allowed, Mister Astor.”
By this point, Haley’s been looking at me with increasing concern and I have to move away to spare her knowing about this absolute shit show. “Now you listen to me, you fucking jackass, if you don’t tell me whose sperm has violated those precious eggs, I swear to God, I’ll take everything you have, everything your family has, and I will not stop until I see you begging for scraps in the street. You and everyone else at that clinic.”
“Mister … Mister Astor, if I divulge confidential information then my job’s on the line regardless, but please rest assured that…”
“You can go fuck yourself, your second contribution, your clinic and your entire industry. I’ll see you in court.” I end the call and have to go outside to get some cool air.
I stomp around the summerhouse, fleck back my hair and punch the obliterated trunk of my former Bentley, agai
n and again.
“Tanner, was it you or Butch?”
Either way, it looks like I’ll be paying them both a visit.
Epilogue Two - Four Weeks Later
Haley
Saint Lucia comes into view from across the deep blue sea, corals, fish and even a pair of dolphins are clearly visible beneath the surface. I long for a couple of weeks on white sandy beaches, good food, great weather and the sexiest man in the whole world.
Decker gazes at me from across the small table where he sips coffee and the way he looks, naked but for a pair of shorts and sunglasses, makes me far hotter than the burning sun could ever hope to accomplish. He jerks his jaw at the rapidly augmenting harbor. “About fifteen minutes and we’ll berth.” His tone holds a hint of sadness that does not go unnoticed, despite the occasion.
Recently, Decker’s been insanely busy as he strives to complete an unending list of projects at the country club. It’s almost like he’s made himself believe that if maybe he can finish his work then all will be right when the time of reckoning finally comes. Or maybe he just wants to realize his dreams, if only for a short while, before they’re taken away forever. “The fountain feature, hedge maze, picnic area, duck pond, kid’s playground, driving range,” he dragged a hand through his hair, “there’s still so much I need to do before…” he’d gone silent, earlier, and since then hadn’t brought the subject up again, though I’d definitely caught his meaning.
I tell you, life with Decker, there’s never a dull moment. I’ve yet to meet either of his brothers but they occupy his mind constantly. Strange men have been sniffing around the club and Decker’s convinced they’ve been sent by either Tanner or Butch, just to keep tabs, maybe even cause mischief.
“What if they’ve come to sabotage…” he’d stopped there, unable to even contemplate where that thought was going until I’d pushed him.
“Sabotage what, your duck pond?”
He’d got up and strode to look out the window. “I couldn’t give a fuck about the duck pond.” He turned around and I knew then exactly what he was talking about, what had made his mood so dark suddenly. He picked up the phone. “Carey, get your ass in here now … because you’re Haley’s new shadow, that’s why.” He’d slammed the phone down but ever since that moment, he’s been doing a far better job of being my shadow than Carey or anyone else.
And I’m not even pregnant.
With so much riding on this thing, perhaps his taking precautions is justified. It just pains me to see the relationship between three men who share the same blood coming to this. I can’t wait for the whole sorry business to be over, no matter the outcome, and as long as nothing comes between Decker and myself then I don’t care what that outcome might be.
I am, however, awfully concerned for my man and so I just hope the next two weeks staying at his villa on the most beautiful of all the Caribbean islands is enough to settle his nerves, if only for a couple of weeks. To look at him now as he watches the approaching harbor, it’s almost like he hasn’t a care in the world. If it’s me who keeps him grounded, as well as in a permanent state of sexual excitement, then I suppose that can only be a good thing.
There’s also the grave matter of our embryo and I was lost for words when Decker told me they’d made a huge mistake and it had been fertilized by somebody else’s sperm. To think I was only minutes away from having it injected inside of me, it’s little wonder Decker’s been so fearful recently. Indeed, it’s a terrible feeling knowing what very nearly came to be and I can’t quite shake the very surreal idea that somewhere one of my eggs has been fertilized by the seed of another man.
I shudder.
But in the end it will not matter in the slightest because from the way it so often hurts to walk, I’m thinking Decker’s determined to see me pregnant the traditional way. I’m kinda fine with that.
I shiver delightfully.
“You’re even more perverted than I am,” he laughs from across the table and wraps his foot around mine. He seems to have the gift of being able to read my mind.
I hum, “oh, I’m just thinking about when we arrive at the villa.”
A blast of air escapes him. “You do remember being bent over the bulwark, right? I took you not fifteen minutes ago.”
I shuffle in my seat. “How could I forget?”
His lips press together. “Damn it, Haley, now I’ll be spending the time between now and our arrival in an advanced state of frustration.” For a moment, it almost looks like he’s about to stand before bending me again over the wall and sinking inside of me from behind. He’s still deliberating on it until finally, he shakes his head and groans, “we’re too close now and you never know who might be watching, but damn you, girl.”
I giggle, stand and drag my hands across his shoulders. “I’m just going down below. I’d like to freshen up before our arrival.” I sashay away and can feel his eyes burning into my ass, hotter than the sun.
I head for our cabin, enter the bathroom and close the door before lifting my skirt, lowering my underwear and taking a perch on the throne.
My mind drifts again to Decker and his brothers, and how he’s convinced they’ve been watching him, maybe even meddling with our now abandoned treatment. Decker has sworn not to play foul by them, despite that favor evidently not being returned, which is perhaps a testament to my love’s character, though that hasn’t stopped Carey from going over his head and making inquiries of his own.
Apparently, he’s had that Sara woman followed and photographed sitting intimately in a restaurant with another man, which has opened up a whole Pandora’s box of awkward questions. With this new revelation, Decker and Tanner would be within their rights to ask for proof of paternity, just as Tanner and Butch would be within their rights to ask the same of Decker, should it ever come to that.
I remove the pregnancy test kit from its box, place it in situ below and carry out my business. We’ve been doing practically nothing but making love every minute we’ve been together for the last month and I’ve been meaning to take this test for the last two weeks at least. My man has not been pushing or pressurizing me at all, which is truly remarkable when you consider the circumstances. No, it’s me who’s been delaying this moment because, as it turns out, I’m a giant coward, but for Decker’s sake, I just can’t put off knowing any longer.
“Phew.” Am I sweating from the heat or because this is the most nervous I’ve ever felt in my entire life? “Please, please, please.”
My eyes are closed as I bring the little stick that has the potential to change my life out in front. I take a breath, my heart thumping so hard it hurts. “Ok … one … two … three…”
I open my eyes.
I return on deck just as the yacht’s being tethered to the mooring bollard but there’s something else, because the most conspicuous thing is the way Decker’s staring into the screen of his cell.
“What is it?” I ask when I arrive and place my arm around his waist.
He doesn’t say anything, just shows me the screen.
“Oh, what?” I blink a few times. If my recent research is much to go by then I’m staring at an ultrasound of what’s called a gestational sac, which means that whoever this image belongs to is pregnant by at least four weeks. I hand back his phone. “Do I even need to ask?”
“It’s from Tanner,” he says in a way that’s hard to read and I’ve become very good at reading him recently. He shakes his head, “anyway, who cares, we’re in Saint Lucia, let’s go.”
He grabs my hand and we bound down the gangplank.
The moment we burst through the doors it’s almost like there are no problems in the world, the way his tongue searches deep inside my mouth, caresses my neck, roams down my body, swirls around my nipple, goes lower, parts my lips and delves deep inside as my legs wrap around his head and holds him tight.
I lean back against the wicker, my hands mussing his hair, breasts pushed out, hips thrusting up and down in rhythm with his searing hot t
ongue. A high-pitched sigh escapes me, I start to vibrate and Decker’s quick to pull back leaving my dripping snatch aching for his return as he forces down his shorts and his big, beautiful pleasure stick immediately springs up, solid as steel, and I just barely get chance to appreciate the thick head and how it’s already glistening with pre-juices before he’s forcing my knees further apart, lining up and parting my flaps. My mouth opens of its own accord and as he continues sinking deeper, I have to lean forwards over his shoulder and bite three knuckles to save from screaming.
“I fucking warned you, babe, making me all frustrated like that…” he bottoms out and holds as my pussy clenches fast around his size, “fuck, is it this position or have you become tight all over again.”
I grab his ass and hold him in place. “Maybe it’s you who’s grown since last time.”
He can’t help but burst out into laughter, so inappropriate. “This is why I love you, I’ll never be able to get enough of this, of you.” His eyes have gone wild and he leans into my neck, inhaling profoundly, as his thrusts increase in speed, depth and power.
He loves me, is all I heard for the first time.
And then we’re both climaxing together and I can feel my body pulling his seed ever farther up inside of me, beyond my cervix and into my womb, lots and lots of cream, so much beautiful nectar. As usual, we hold steady, shivering together, both hot and cold, our bodies remaining as one until the blood drains from his manhood and I slowly feel my pussy closing around his diminishing size. He pulls out but I tug him back.
“I love you too.”
Without saying a word he drapes me in a bedsheet, picks me up and carries me effortlessly out to the balcony. I’m so enchanted that I almost don’t notice the beautiful sea or the waves that wash across golden sand. For miles, left and right, there’s nobody else in the world, only us. He disappears inside and returns less than a minute later with two glasses of champagne before handing one to me.