"Good. Nor will I so stop talking, and please make love with me? Fill me now, or I'll end up coming by thought alone."
Nico needed no further bidding. He angled his body and Kenna put her ankles over his shoulders and played with his hard nipples.
"Fucking hell, woman," he gasped the words, surged into her and immediately began to move.
Kenna matched him thrust for thrust, moaned and sighed, and tightened her channel around his cock
Nico felt his body tighten in response, and the hot surge of arousal that signaled he was about to come rolled through him.
"Bugger. Now." He screeched the words and increased his thrusts to a painful level.
Kenna screamed, and even in his arousal filled sense, he knew it wasn't in pain. Yes… M...now… bloody hell yesss." Her voice ended on a high-pitched keen and she began to shake hard.
Nico let himself be pulled in to the vortex with her, saw stars and forgot everything except how well they meshed.
He had no idea how long it was before he opened his eyes to find somehow they'd rolled over with him still firmly embedded in Kenna, and she was now slumped on top of him.
"I need a pee, I need to shower and I damn sure need breakfast. In that order," Kenna said sleepily. "Then, I suspect I need to get a move on." She yawned. "Good morning, my love."
What sweet and perfect words.
"And back at you." He kissed her long and lingeringly, and only broke the kiss with the utmost reluctance. "What time do I need to get a taxi for us?
"Us?" Kenna struggled up on one elbow and blew her hair out of her eyes.
He bit his lip and hoped she'd follow his reasoning. "If you don't mind, I'd like to come and wave you off and maybe wave you back when it's time. Ah, crap, you get back in three days?"
"So, I guess this is the time in the conversation I say, where will you be in three days' time?"
He grimaced.
"Barbados but I can change it."
"No, don't do that."
Fuck it, ballsed up before we begin. Was it always going to be like that?
"No?"
Kenna shook her head. "I've got a better idea. Can you change my ticket for me? After I get back, I've got three weeks without any work. If you don’t mind, I'd like to spend it with you. Can I, please?"
Nico let his breath out in a long, loud whoosh. "Thank goodness you asked. I've got two weeks off before we go to London for the final three gigs, before we rest for a bit and I start writing the next album. After Barbados, will you come with me to London?"
"Yes."
"Just like that?"
Kenna nodded and nibbled his chin. "Just like that."
"Then will you marry me? Again? Even though I'm not down on one knee and we're both naked?"
"Yes."
"Yes? Just like that. No quibbles?"
"Not a one."
"Where?"
"Here?" She giggled. "Though I'd prefer Barbados."
"I wonder if Jeebsy can get a cake to Barbados?"
Kenna kicked back the covers, wriggled off him, stood up and stretched her arms high above her head. "Gah, I ache. Beautifully but I'm not sure how I'll fare on a nine hour flight. Ach, who cares it was all well worth it. Even the hickey on boob. Er, Jeebsy?
"Long story, he pointed me to the daisies."
"Then I hope he can." Kenna dashed into the bathroom, then stuck her head around the door. "I've just realized I'll never be Hughes's who?, any more."
****
Five months later they stood on their private—telephoto lenses permitting—beach and exchanged their vows once more. The sun shone. The waves danced. Ella and Ramona acted as bridesmaids—again—and Jeebsy's cake was pronounced delicious.
As they danced barefoot along the sands in the moonlight, Kenna sighed and put her head on Nico's shoulders.
"I've handed in my notice."
"Why?" Nico tilted her head up. "I honestly don't mind. And I sort of love our ohh so accidental meetings at airports." It had become almost a compulsory habit and one they both enjoyed.
"Well I thought it was about time you announced you'd made an honest woman of me again." They'd chosen to let Kenna be known as his lady slowly, and somehow no one had questioned the whys and hows of their relationship, or the fact they were long married, and she'd only just been really acknowledged as his wife.
"It's up to you, love. People tend to think we're well established and no one thinks anything of it. You love your job, and I do like teasing people when I say you run an escort service."
Kenna giggled. "True but I thought I might do some different sort of escorting for the next few years. Something more personal."
"Yeah? What?" He ran his hands over her breasts. As ever her nipples peaked but she winced.
"Sorry, they're a bit tender at the moment. It'll pass. In about a year or so."
"A year? What the…hold on. Escorting? More personal?" Light began to dawn. "Are you setting up something new?""
"Well maybe… I thought this could be a very limited service, just me and our kids. Who I'd escort to see daddy wherever he is." She stroked his cheek. "How does that sound?"
"Kids? You mean?"
"Just got it confirmed today. Due in seven months but been told not to expect to wait more than another six. Because you see, twins run on both sides of the family, don't they?"
They did. And six months later they still did. Nico cradled Daisy and Darcie and grinned. "This pair aren't gonna be escorted anywhere except by you or me until they're at least thirty."
"In your dreams."
"True, but hey with you as a mama they’ll do fine."
He said it again just over a year later. When Carole and Cherie arrived. And three years after that.
"That's it," Nico looked at his wife, who even after six children and this time a short sharp labor looked as if she'd just gone for a stroll around a very small block.
"Ellie and Roma are the last. I'll get the snip. We're stopping at six. Hell's bells, six daughters. I'm outnumbered. If this pair turn out as pretty as their sisters and their mum, I'll need to oil the shotguns."
"They have you to measure any man against. They'll be fine."
"God I love you, my no longer Hughes Who. My Hughes everything."
"Not quite." Kenna put one baby to each breast. "You'll need to wait six weeks for that."
The End
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