by Alexa Riley
“I must not have waited long enough. Oh my God. Oz, we’re going to have a baby.” She pauses, like she’s testing out the words. “We’re going to have a baby.”
She beams at me. She’s so happy, and then she’s crying again. I let out a small laugh, pulling her in my arms. She’s all over the place this morning.
“Sorry, you proposed to me, and I found out I’m pregnant all in the same moment. It’s kind of an emotional overload.”
“For me, too, baby.”
I pick her up and lay her back down on the bed. She pulls at my shirt, and I kick off my jogging pants. This moment calls for skin on skin. Holding her face with both hands, I kiss her, long and slow, trying to pour all of what I feel into it. All the years of waiting, all the years of longing have led to this. I’ve finally got my ring on her finger and my baby inside her. What more could a man need from the love of his life?
I enter her slowly, like the kiss, and take my time making love to her. Her legs wrap around me, and the cool band of the ring presses against my back, reminding me that she’s all mine. Her body welcomes me, opening up and offering me all that she has to give.
When I find my release, she’s right there with me as we whisper words of tenderness to one another. The moment is so beautiful and so sacred it feels as if there’s never been love like this before. We’ve created something so perfect that it can never be touched. Not by our pasts or by anything around us. Our intimacy has sealed our bond, and my soul is forever entwined with hers.
“I love you, Mallory. I will love you until my last breath.”
“I love you, too, my beautiful man behind the curtain.”
Epilogue
Miles
* * *
About nine months later...
I growl as she slides her mouth down my cock, and I fist my hands into the sheets so I don’t thrust up into her mouth or try to grab her. Even after months of having her in my bed—our bed—my control still isn’t great. My need for her hasn’t lessened over time.
“I’m going to come.”
She had me ready to explode before I even knew it was happening. Waking up with her mouth on me is a sweet torture. But I knew what she was up to. She’d been pouting about it for the past five days now and I hadn’t given in.
She takes her sweet mouth off my cock, making me groan at the loss. Fuck, she’s trying to kill me. I finally open my eyes, something I don’t do on purpose, because I know what I’m going to see. And I know that sight would send me over.
There she is. Her hair, messy from a night of sleep, falling all around her, her eyes hooded with arousal. She licks her full lips as she climbs up my body. The only thing she’s wearing is the ring I put on her. I should tell her to stop, but I only dig my fingers into the sheets as she straddles me and slowly begins to sink down on my cock. There’s nothing better in the world than being skin to skin with her.
I should have seen this coming. That baby book has finally blown up in my face. She hated the damn thing, but now here she is, using it against me as she slides down onto me, making me moan her name. I haven’t felt her sweetness wrapped around me in over two weeks.
“See? I’m fine,” she says as she moves on top of me with slow, sweet thrusts. I can’t even move. I stare up at her. I thought she was perfect before, but now she’s a fucking goddess. Finally, I let go of the sheets and bring my hands to her very pregnant belly in a purely possessive move. She’s already a week overdue.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I groan as her head falls back and she keeps moving over me. The book said sex could bring on labor, something Mallory has wanted for weeks. As for me, I was enjoying watching her waddle around, even if it was a little selfish on my part to want to keep her like this.
My hand moves over her belly, then up to her breasts as she slowly rides me. It’s a bittersweet torture, and it takes everything in me not to thrust up into her. Not to grab her hips and make her move faster, and not to come because it’s right there. Ready to release inside her, from the sight of her riding me like this. But I won’t, not until she comes first. Not until I feel her sweetness grip my cock.
“Oz, trust me, this isn’t hurting anything.”
She moves a little faster, and I slide my hand from her breast, over her belly to where we’re joined. I brush my thumb across her clit, making her jerk. Her pussy grips me even tighter, and I don’t know how much longer I can last.
“Baby, I would have eaten you all morning if that’s what you wanted.”
Her head falls forward and she glares at me.
“I love you, Oz, but I’m over your mouth. I want you inside me.”
Her hands fall to my chest, her nails digging into me. Every time she tried to get sex, I’d have my mouth between her legs, giving her all the orgasms she could take until she passed out. Then I’d go to the bathroom and take care of myself because I didn’t even trust myself to jerk off while I ate her sweet pussy. Fuck, a few times I didn’t have to touch myself and I came with her. Just the sight of her naked, pregnant body sent me over the edge. I was scared I’d take her too hard.
“Take what you want then, Mallory. You know everything I have is yours.” I mean every word of it. It’s been hell denying her, and I can’t do it any longer. Not that she’s going to let me. I might be able to push my way into getting something, but when it comes down to it, she always gets what she wants. I can’t tell her no as long as whatever she wants has me beside her. I need to be near her.
I stroke her clit fast and her breathing picks up. My name falls from her mouth over and over again, and then she finally lets go. She squeezes hard around my cock, taking me with her into orgasm, her nails digging into my chest, and I hope they leave little marks on me.
I grip her hips, holding her in place as I release deep inside of her. I keep her still until we both recover from the intensity.
“See? Nothing bad happened.” She smiles down at me and traces my tattoo of her name on my chest. I grunt because it’s all I’ve got in me. I poured two weeks of pent-up lust inside her, and I’ll be lucky if I can move in the next hour.
She slowly climbs off me, my cock slipping free and already coming back to life. Fuck. Neither of us can ever seem to get enough of her. Thank God she’s mine forever.
Getting up from the bed, she turns, leaning down to kiss me. I push my hands into her hair, deepening the kiss before she pulls away.
“Bathroom,” she whispers against my lips, and I release my hold on her hair as I watch her get up from the side of the bed.
“Do you think we can get those cream cheese bagels?” she asks over her shoulder.
“They’re already set to be delivered.” I glance over at the clock next to the bed. “In thirty minutes.”
“God, you’re good at this,” she says as she makes her way to the bathroom.
I’m watching her pert ass wiggle with each step she takes when she suddenly stops.
“Oh, shit,” I hear her whisper, making me spring from the bed. She turns to look at me, and a smile crosses her face. “It worked!”
I look down between her legs, and that’s when I see that her water has clearly broken.
“Damn that book.”
Epilogue
Miles
* * *
Three years later...
“I love you this much,” I say, spreading my arms as far as they can go.
Henry sits up and looks at the span, his eyes growing wide. “That’s big,” he whispers, and snuggles back down beside me. I turn the page and keep reading the book about the bear dad telling his bear cub how much he loves him.
This is one of the best parts of my day, putting him to bed and reading him a story. He’s all over the place at this age, but he loves being read to. Mallory is soaking in the tub, and I’m trying not to t
hink about all her curvy bits covered in bubbles. I’ll get to her bedtime story soon enough.
When I get to the end of the book, Henry looks up at me pleadingly and says, “One more.”
“Okay, buddy. But this is the last one.” Tucking him in, I look down at his eyes that are so much like his mother’s and begin.
“Once upon a time, there was a very beautiful princess. The most beautiful princess in all the land.”
“Mommy?” Henry asks, his eyes big and bright.
“Of course. So the beautiful princess didn’t know, but a very handsome prince was watching her.”
“Daddy?”
“You know it, buddy,” I answer, smiling at him and watching him yawn. “So, this ruggedly handsome prince was protecting the princess from all the dark things around her. He kept his distance while she grew up, and then one day, she wandered onto his land.”
Henry’s eyes are getting heavy, but he’s not quite there yet.
“After many years of watching the princess from a distance, finally she was within reach. So the prince knew it was time to reveal himself. But once the princess found out about all he’d done behind her back, she was very angry.”
“What happened?” Henry asks, his eyes closing and taking a moment to open again.
“Like any good prince, he fought the dragons and witches and climbed the biggest tower in all the kingdoms to rescue the princess and make her see that he did it all for love.”
I brush a dark wave of hair out of his eyes, which are now closed, heavy with sleep. His breathing is even now, and he’s out cold, but I still sit there looking at him.
“Lucky for the prince, he was so good-looking, the princess couldn’t resist.”
Mallory comes up behind me and wraps her warm arms around my waist. I smell the rose scent of her bubble bath and smile.
“Lucky for the princess she got out of the bath. Her knight in shining armor was about to storm the tub.”
Turning off the lamp, we leave Henry to his dreams and make our way to the bedroom. The king needs a night with his queen.
Epilogue
Mallory
* * *
Six years later...
I look down at Henry as he studies the ice-cream cart outside his father’s office building. Our office building. Things like that still feel strange to think about, even after all these years together.
I picked our son up from his first day of kindergarten, and we’re celebrating. It was bittersweet watching him go in this morning. Oz had to hold my hand to keep me from crying all over the place.
Even Henry cupped my face and told me, “I got this, Mom.” Which made me want to cry more. I’d barely hung on to the tears until Oz had gotten me into the back of the car, where I sobbed all the way to work while he whispered sweet things into my ear. Still, it was hard seeing our only child go off to school.
His birth was rough, and I ended up needing an emergency C-section after ten hours of labor. I’d lost a lot of blood, and it scared the hell out of Oz. After that, we both decided that one healthy baby was all we needed. We were lucky, and it felt like that worked best for us. I love Oz and Henry so much, I’m not sure I could have more room in my heart for anything else. Sometimes it feels like I could burst from how much love and joy is inside me.
Oz could see how much this affected me today. He popped into my office thirty times throughout the afternoon to check on me and make sure I was doing all right.
I’d kept my job after having Henry. I worked from home sometimes, and not always full weeks, but we’d made it work so I could have both my career and my family. It also helped that Oz set up a day care on the floor below ours. While I might have been stepping into my career, Oz had taken some steps back in his own, freeing up a lot of his time. Heck, I thought it was hard having Henry a floor down for a few hours. Now he’s blocks and blocks away.
Oz finally came into my office this afternoon and told me to go already. That he had a car waiting to take me. I jumped up, rushing over to the school to get our little man. I was thirty minutes early and the first parent outside waiting for the school day to finally end.
Now we’re back at our office building, and I’m letting Henry get an ice cream from the vendor outside while we wait for Oz to come down.
“It’s always a tough decision,” the man next to me says. I look over at him and give a friendly smile. He looks like he just got off work, briefcase in hand, and his suit looks like it’s been worn all day with a few wrinkles in it.
“Oh, to be five and for this to be the toughest decision of the day.” I laugh, placing my hand on top of Henry’s head. I run my fingers through his wavy hair, like his father’s. Almost everything about him is, except he got my gray-blue eyes.
“How about you?” The man’s eyes run over me. “I’m guessing you want strawberry.” He cocks a smile at me, like he’s got me pegged. I want to roll my eyes, but I glance over to where one of my security guards is standing about ten feet back from me. Like always, they’re blending in.
“She likes chocolate,” Henry says, pulling my eyes back to him as he looks up at the man. “And stop talking to my mom.”
“Manners,” I remind him.
“Yeah, manners,” Henry says to the man. He’s still glaring up at him. It’s a face I’ve seen on his father many times. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.
“Just being polite, little dude,” the man says, holding his hands up, but he narrows his eyes on Henry.
“I’m not your little dude,” Henry practically growls back.
I feel Oz’s presence come up behind me. He wraps an arm around me, then turns me to him. Before I can even say a word, his mouth lands on mine in a possessive, claiming kiss right in the middle of the street. When he finally pulls back, I stare at him then roll my eyes. The man is long gone.
“I had it, Dad,” Henry says, making Oz laugh.
“I know you did.”
Henry nods, looking back at the ice-cream board. I gape at both of them before I shake my head. I should be shocked, but I’m not in the least.
“I’ll take vanilla,” I hear him tell the vendor as Oz leans in, taking a nip of my neck before bringing his mouth to my ear.
“I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t even be able to talk to another person for the next week,” he whispers, then licks the shell of my ear.
“And my wife will take a chocolate,” he says, and I smile.
Epilogue
Mallory
* * *
20 years later...
The smell of rum and sunshine rolls around me, and I smile. I’m lying on my stomach with a cool breeze across my skin, and I feel his lips at the base of my spine.
I feel something ice-cold trail a little lower, and I realize it’s Oz’s tongue.
One of his big hands comes up and palms my ass cheek, squeezing it, and I let out a laugh.
“You’re acting like this is our honeymoon,” I say, rolling over and feeling Oz move over me.
I reach up, running my fingers through dark waves scattered with gray. He’s smiling, and the crinkles around his eyes show all the years of it. He’s ruggedly handsome at almost fifty and can still melt the panties off me. He’s shirtless, letting the tropical sun turn his olive skin a deep brown. His swim trunks are wet but feel good against my hot body.
“Every time is like the first time, baby,” he says, leaning down and burying his face in my cleavage.
We decided to take a trip to Hawaii, celebrating our anniversary and my retirement. We rented a house with a private beach, and Oz has been taking advantage of it in every way possible.
“I’m starting to think you like having sex outside.”
I laugh as his mouth moves lower, pushing up the tankini top of my ba
thing suit and kissing my belly. I’m not as trim as I once was, and this is as close as I can get to a two-piece bathing suit, but Oz can’t ever seem to keep his mouth off me.
“I’m thinking I like making love to my wife in the sunshine.”
Our house is secluded, with security on a perimeter far away from sight. The lava rocks surrounding the beach make a cave for us, and it seems like we’re on a private island.
I feel his mouth on my breast, and then his cool tongue. He’s been making us strawberry daiquiris all day, and I’m feeling a little buzz running through my veins. And not because of his teasing tongue.
I run my fingers through his hair, gripping the locks and holding him to me. His mouth moves lower, and my legs instinctively fall open for him. He manages to wiggle down the large sun bed we’re lying on, getting between my thighs.
This is exactly what I’ve been wanting since I decided to give up working. I ran the philanthropic division of Osbourne Corp for nearly twenty years, and it was time to let it go. Our son, Henry, had shown an interest in stepping in, and Oz finally convinced me he was ready. I said that if I wasn’t working, he needed to keep me occupied, and he jumped at that chance all too quickly.
Oz’s fingers slip inside my bathing suit bottoms, and soon those are pulled from my body.
“If you’d quit putting these damn things on, I wouldn’t have to keep removing them,” he says, nipping the inside of my thigh.
“Don’t act like unwrapping your present isn’t half the fun.” I smirk, but then I moan as his mouth finds my center.
Out here in the sunshine with the rum making me tingly, I have zero inhibitions, and I let him have his way with me. The cool sheet of the sun bed under me and the warmth of his body between my legs has my orgasm flowing through me faster than I saw coming.