by Maggie Twain
A shadow envelops us, it’s that Battering Ram guy. “Hey, man, are we fightin’ or not?”
One of Blake’s eyes has been punched closed and he winces every time he takes a breath. “It’s over man, you win, I don’t give a fuck.”
“Yes! Still undefeated!” He thrusts his arms up to the sky and dances around the ring but I don’t care because suddenly I’m being lifted up and carried towards the ropes.
“Let’s get out of here, baby.” Still in his arms, he steps over the top rope, one leg after the other, and then jumps down from the canvas. He then carries me all the way into the elevator, the crowds parting as we pass, and then the doors close on us, the noise from without is shut out and finally, we’re alone in silence. He’s quick to smash the button that leads straight up to his penthouse.
“Blake?” Is all I can say.
He presses me against the side of the elevator. “I didn’t care what happened out there today. I couldn’t feel a thing anyway.” It’s all bravado because it’s easy to see he’s hurting pretty bad. He shakes it away. “Alice, what about your future? You have to go traveling soon. I would never forgive myself if I stood in your way.”
I shake my head vigorously because I’ve never been so sure of anything in all my life. “I don’t care about any of that. If I go traveling then I want to go with you or not at all.” I squeeze up to him and I know that I never want to let him go ever again. “I want to go traveling with you and our family.”
Immediately, I can feel him growing against my belly. “You would rather have a family than go to Harvard?”
I don’t even have to think about it. “Yes!”
Yep, he’s definitely growing against me and now he groans as he tightens his squeeze around my back. “Then what are we waiting for?”
I grab ahold of him through his shorts, though I fear that he might faint on me again, especially since he’s already taken multiple blows to the body and face. Thankfully, the doors part to reveal Blake’s apartment and I waste no time in taking his hand and together we run for the bedroom. I’m stripping as we go, Blake has already managed to discard his shorts and then he’s throwing himself to the bed, his fun stick ready to go to work.
Maneuvering over him, I grab ahold of that thing and commence milking it like my life depends on it, even though I’m already so aroused that I could already take him as early as right now. I position him at my opening and just as I’ve done before, carefully sink down, feeling him pushing ever deeper inside, stretching me to my limits until I can move no further. I’ve been so worked up this past hour that I know it won’t be long until I feel that magical explosion once again. Blake’s already clenching himself, I can tell because I feel the way he pulses inside of me, which means he’s very close to releasing his hot, sticky yumminess. I redouble my efforts and a few seconds later am rewarded when it feels like there’s a firework display going off in the pit of my stomach. Blake chooses this moment to let go himself and then I feel it, as his face contorts and our juices gush and mix together.
I collapse on top of him and I’m pretty sure that we both fall asleep because I only rouse when I feel him taking ahold of my hand and slipping something onto my finger. When I open my eyes, there’s what has to be the largest ring in the world sparkling from the lamplight. “Blake, what’s this?”
He pulls my leg over so that I’m straddling him. “Well, since we’re having a family, I figured it would be rude if I didn’t at least make an honest woman out of you first.”
My mouth opens wide as I take a deep inhalation of air. “What, do you mean…”
“I mean we’re getting married and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
“Oh, yay, I wouldn’t dream of saying anything other than yes!”
“Good! Because we’re getting married just as soon as your old man can make it back to give you away.” He plants his lips against mine and we sink into a deep, passionate kiss.
I’ve never been so happy and yet I know that this is only just the beginning. “Until then,” I say as I position him at my entrance, “it looks like we have work to do.”
Epilogue One
Blake
Nine Months Later
It’s easier breaking the news that you’ve impregnated a man’s daughter when you’re the one responsible not only for his employment, but also for hooking him up with his dream woman.
Still, considering everything it was a close-run thing, in fact, I never knew it would be so hard and that the whole process of getting him to return to New York would take so long. Some people really should be more grateful. But then, I’d long suspected that Doug did not want to leave his little Hawaiian love nest, not that I could blame him for that, especially considering I was the one footing the bill. Some small modicum of revenge, perhaps.
I broke the news over Skype whilst he was lying on the beach with a cocktail. I couldn’t see it but I was almost certain Sonja was busy tugging him off at the time, which no doubt made accepting the news somewhat easier. Indeed, he received it with surprising grace, then called back twenty minutes later from when I had to endure his barrage, which included threatening to quit, as well as promising to sell company secrets and sending Alice away to a convent somewhere in the deepest part of Europe. It wasn’t until I told him that I’d find her no matter where he sent her when he finally realized that Alice and I weren’t merely messing around.
Many, many calls later, he finally began to come around to the idea of having a billionaire as his son-in-law. I guess you can say that every cloud has a silver lining.
Alice slinks up beside me and smushes into my arm. “Will he be back in time to give me away tomorrow?”
I have an important meeting with the CEO of a new soft drinks company in a few minutes, people are saying they’re the next Pepsi, the problem is my girl’s proximity is causing me to grow, which means I’m liable to faint any minute. I’ll need my full faculties when I meet this guy, so I consider quickly closing the blinds and getting the deed over with. There’s something else that stops me, however. “I’m sorry, baby, but Doug’s so near to finally closing this deal and if he leaves now, the whole thing will be blown.” I hate doing it to her, of course, and the look on her face is the most painful thing I’ve ever had to endure.
“Oh, well,” she sighs heavily, “I guess it will have to be Burt then.”
I arrive at the Glenmere Mansion early with my entourage, everything in place and no expense spared. Today’s going to be the single greatest day of my life but unfortunately, there’s going to be one very special thing, something that I’ve taken extreme care arranging, that I won’t even be around to see the result of. I guess that’s the price I have to pay for being a deceptive bastard, but rather that than risk seeing the bride on the day of our wedding and risk jinxing us. I just hope Burt remembers to set his cell to record when it’s going down. I guess I’ll know soon enough if my carefully laid plans go off without a hitch.
And then, just as I’m thinking about that very thing, a chopper with the word ‘Ruddiger’ emblazoned on the flank emerges low from over the trees, blows one of the canopies across the lawn, and then disappears over the other side of the building.
Looks like we’re on.
We’re in the chapel and for about the tenth time in as many minutes, I check my watch.
“Hey, settle down, man, it’ll all be right.” Casey, my best man places a comforting hand on my shoulder. Casey’s my CEO for Has Beans but it’s our joint love for boxing where we really bonded. He points into the pews, two rows back. “Oh, in case you were wondering … there she is.”
I crane my neck and can just make out Mrs Lyla Parsons, the sweet little thing, and she’s surrounded on all sides by her four sons and uncountable grandchildren, some of whom are growing as impatient as I am to get this thing started. I wave to her and she waves back.
Suddenly, the organ pipes up and there’s Alice walking down the aisle, an impossibly big grin stretching across her beaut
iful face. She looks so perfect that for a moment, I forget all about that thing I went to such pains arranging for this very moment, but then my eyes finally focus on Doug with his arm linked in hers.
I breathe easy.
Now all I have to do is accept the inevitable ass kicking that’s coming my way, oh, and get fucking married too. With a bit of luck, the guy will have the decency to wait until after we’ve taken our vows.
Well, I’m the happiest man in the world who’s just married the most beautiful girl in the world. The ceremony went off without a hitch. In fact, I’d say the whole thing went too well, which perhaps is cause for concern. There’s no way Doug will let me off the hook this easily.
It’s not until the reception when I spot him again through a crowd, his arm linked with Sonja’s. “Oh, wow!” I point in their direction, to the massive baby bump that has to be at a similar stage to Alice’s. “Did you know about that?” I ask her.
She squeezes me just like she’s been doing continuously since we exchanged vows and I’m getting the idea it might be a challenge to get a minute alone with Doug today. “Of course, I saw her when they breezed in off your chopper, silly, and remember, you’re in big trouble tonight, mister.”
“I’ll hold you to that, Mrs Ruddiger.”
“Just make sure you do, Mr Ruddiger.”
“Twin brothers though … how do you feel about that?”
She prods up her glasses, and never did a nerd look so hot in a wedding dress. “As long as we can discuss fun stuff like quadratic equations and statistical mechanics then I’m happy.” She turns me on so fucking much that I can’t wait to end this reception and get to our suite so that I can go to work on her pussy. They say that sex can help bring the baby on, so wouldn’t that be a thing if our little nerd were to be delivered the night of our wedding.
I kiss my wife tenderly on the cheek. “Would you excuse me one moment, Mrs Ruddiger.” I leave my woman with her friends and approach Doug.
He sees me before I arrive and braces for the inevitable confrontation. He holds out his hand, “son,” he says as I meet his with mine, “you look awfully worried.”
I nod. “You have right to be at least a little pissed. Best we get this over with.”
He laughs and pulls Sonja closer. “I’ve always known you were a bit of a rogue, Blake, but if I ever had any doubts as to how you feel about my beautiful daughter, then they were gone the moment I walked her down that aisle and saw the way you were looking at her. I know she’s safe and loved, and that’s all I care about.” He’s grinning but then, it’s hard for a man to be angry when he has what Doug now does. “As for everything else, contriving to get rid of me,” he glances to the hot Russian at his side and her swollen belly, “consider yourself forgiven.”
We shake hands again and then it’s time for speeches, dancing and doing the general social thing. I can’t take much more of it, so before the night’s even over, I’m grabbing Alice’s hand and taking her up to the honeymoon suite.
She looks so pure in her wedding dress and since this will be the only time I’ll get to sink inside of her whilst she’s wearing it, I strip off my suit whilst demanding she remain in her dress.
I lay back on the soft mattress as she scoots up. Her dress flows over me as she guides my aching shaft to her opening and slowly impales herself. She lets out a sweet moan as she allows her pussy to clamp around my thickness and begins moving. I grab ahold of her bump as I feel my seed being drawn out from my balls and then I’m pumping jet after jet into that tight little cunt.
“I love you so much,” I tell her and know that the rest of our lives are going to be amazing.
My nerd pushes up her glasses. “I love you so much too.”
And then her water breaks.
Epilogue Two
Alice
Lapland, Finland - Five Years Later
The reindeer pull us through the forest as snow continues to fall upon the landscape, enveloping us in beautiful whiteness. Every now and then, one of the animals would yap and Harry laughs, prompting his twin, Blake Junior, to do the same. From the front of the sled, Santa turns around and waves to the children.
“Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas, kids.” He brings the sled to a stop outside our lodge and everybody gets off.
I take the hands of my younger twins, Emily and Kirsty, and help them onto the snow. “Count the reindeer,” I say and watch with pride as my girls point and quietly count the animals.
“There’s eight,” Harry shouts out before the girls can speak and then Santa rings his bell as he slides away into the darkness of the forest.
“Well done, Harry, your reward will be a book of equations from Santa tomorrow.”
He makes a grumpy face and runs with his brother for the lodge and then together with my girls, we trudge through the ever-deepening snow for the door before quickly closing it after us because Blake’s busy stoking a roaring fire. We exchange a lingering, smoldering glance from across the interior whilst the kids tumble about the furniture.
There are six stockings hung up above the fireplace. Emily points at them. “Mamma, they still empty.”
Dad trots over and scoops up his granddaughter, spinning her around. “That’s because Santa comes tonight.”
“As long as you’ve been good children,” Sonja remarks from where she, Dad and Blake have been preparing the banquet. The most succulent ham I’ve ever seen is dripping with juices and the glasses are already filled with sherry. Sonja calls across to her own twins who’re playing lego in the corner. “Kids, would you like to try a pig in the blanket?”
They run across the room to the food and help themselves to the platter.
I’m looking at the table and remark to Blake, “oh, you managed to get a bigger one delivered.”
He gazes at me hopelessly and I know what he’s thinking, that next year he wants the table to be even bigger. “It was hard work but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I silently hum to myself and feel a delightful shiver that overtakes my entire body. I think we might have to make that wish a reality.
We sit down to feast for what has to be the happiest and most enjoyable meal of my life, and to think that at one point I was meant to be going to Harvard. Perhaps one day I’ll still go but for now, the only thing that matters to me is growing my beautiful family.
We take our time, talk, laugh, eat, drink, and only when we’re all thoroughly stuffed does Dad bring out his guitar as I head for the piano. We spend the next hour singing Christmas songs as the fire crackles and we only stop when a convoy of sleds, pulled by a mixture of reindeer and huskies, glides past the lodge. We step outside to watch the long convoy, bright lights obscured only by falling snow and Christmas songs playing from speakers as elves throw sweets out towards the children.
They dash into the snow to be the first to collect them, even though they’re pretty damned full of sugar already. Suddenly, everybody stops…
Because in the sky, the Northern Lights have appeared. Amazing green, red, blue, turquoise and every shade in between dance a spectacular show. I hold onto my husband and for the first time all day, there’s silence as everybody just stares in awe.
The last thing we do before sending the kids to bed is to leave out some mince pies and a jug of milk for Santa and his elves.
Doug ruffles Harry’s hair. “If these are gone in the morning, then it means that Santa has visited.”
“Wow!”
“So you’d best get to bed now before he changes his mind.” There are hugs and kisses all around and then they run off excitedly to bed.
“Now the real work starts,” Blake says and then heads out to the neighbor’s house where all the presents have been stashed. Only after all six stockings have been filled does Blake, Dad, Sonja and myself enjoy a mince pie and a glass of milk before bed. We leave our crumbs and empty glasses on the table for the kids to find in the morning.
Tomorrow will be a good day.
Finally, we�
��re in the privacy of our bedroom and I stand by the door, gazing, as Blake brushes his teeth. He spits into the sink and then my glasses tumble off when I pounce on him.
He bursts into laughter. “Hold your horses, girl, the next duo will arrive in good…” he stops talking when I lift my gown and allow him to sink slowly inside of me. I cast the gown to the ground and he brings his hands up to envelop my breasts. “Fuck, yeah!”
I squeeze my pussy as hard as I can around his size, just the way he likes it. “Come on, my sweet husband, give me that magic ingredient.”
I’m not done bringing Blake’s babies into this world. Not done by a long way.
Also by Maggie Twain
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Surprise Billionaire
Saved by the Convict
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