When the tingle starts at the base of my spine, I pick her up off the ground, making her gasp as I lift her in my arms, pressing her back to the glass as I move her panties to the side and slam deep. “Did taking me with your mouth get you hot, Little Lamb? Your pussy is fucking dripping all over my dick,” I growl, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as my hips piston forward, taking her hard and deep until I’m balls-deep inside of her heat.
Her hands hold onto my hair as my hands hold her ass, lifting and dropping her hard. This time, when the urge to come hits me, I pull my mouth from hers and look into her eyes. “So fucking beautiful. This is us, baby. This is where we were meant to be.”
I roar, feeling her pussy convulse as my hips jerk forward and my come fills her. Walking backwards to the couch, I collapse, still buried deep in her heat, feeling her core tighten in sync with her heartbeat that is drumming against my chest.
*
“Are you guys okay?” Ben asks, pulling a chair up next to mine on the deck.
I look through the glass doors, into the kitchen, and nod as I watch Lea hold Braden in her arms while talking to Rhonda. “We’re getting there. It’s going to take some time for her to be okay about me being on the boat with out her, but now that she’s been going to counseling, her anxiety has lessened. Every day, it gets a little better.”
“I can’t believe you guys went to Vegas and got married,” he mutters, sounding annoyed, which only makes me smile.
“Told you I wasn’t gonna wait any longer.”
“I know, but I would’ve liked to have gone,” he pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.
“We’ll have a party, brother.” I smile, taking a pull from my beer then turning my head to look through the window of the living room. Above the fireplace, Lea has our wedding picture blown up and hanging there above the picture her mom took of us years ago. We had gone to Vegas two weeks ago, neither of us wanting to wait any longer. We were only gone for three days, because we both had to get back to work, but I promised Lea that over winter, we would spend a month on a beach of her choice. I was looking forward to that—her in a bikini, while trying to get her pregnant, sounded like the perfect way to spend the winter.
“You’re so pussy whipped,” he mutters, breaking me out of my thoughts just as Rhonda calls his name. He gets up, goes to her side, and wraps his arm around her shoulders. I shake my head knowing he’s just as gone over his wife as I’m over mine.
“Are you okay?” Lea asks, coming outside. I pull her down onto my lap and kiss her, then watch as she takes a drink of my beer.
“Couldn’t be better,” I murmur.
Her head turns towards me and her eyes study mine. “I love you, Austin Wolf.”
“Love you too, Little Wolf,” I say, making her laugh as she leans forward to kiss me.
Epilogue
Four years later
I wake to the gentle sway of the water rocking the boat and look at the time, seeing I’ve been asleep for a little over an hour. Rolling out of bed, I put my feet on the cool wood floor then grab my sweater, wrapping it around myself as I make my way through the kitchen to the stairs.
The sight that greets me makes every harsh breath I have ever taken worth fighting for. Austin is standing near the edge of the boat with our son Jacob, who we named after my dad, between his spread thighs, both holding onto a fishing pole.
As if he senses me standing there, his head turns in my direction, our gazes lock, and his face goes soft as his eyes sweep over me.
“Hey, baby,” he says softly, holding out his hand towards me.
“Mommy, wook! I’m fishing.” I pull my eyes from my husband, look at my son, and smile as I make my way toward them. As soon as I’m close enough, Austin’s arm wraps around my shoulders and his mouth dips to kiss my neck.
“What are you guys fishing for?” I ask my son, running my hand over his blonde hair that’s shaggy just like his fathers.
“Hawwobit,” he replies, biting his lip in concentration.
“Did you sleep okay?” Austin asks.
I tilt my head back and answer, “Yes.”
His eyes go even softer, his hand runs over my stomach that has just started to protrude, and he mutters, “Good,” placing a soft kiss on my lips.
“I love you,” I tell him, feeling like the words are so insignificant. Every day, I work at giving him a fraction of what he has given to me, but really, how can you ever repay the person who breathed life back into you?
“You more, baby.” He smiles, kissing my nose, then bends away, saying, “You got a big one. Are you ready?” to our son.
“Yes,” Jacob says, and they begin reeling in the line, pulling up a large halibut, with both eyes on the top of its head. Once they have the fish on deck, they work together to get it in the tank as I stand by, watching.
“Are you guys hungry?” I ask, observing as they drop the line into the water once more.
“No,” Jacob says, not even bothering to look at me.
“Let’s go have some lunch. We’ll come back out and fish after we eat,” Austin tells Jacob, making him frown. He may only be four, but fishing is already in his blood.
“But I don’t want to eat,” he complains as he is picked up.
“I brought your favorite cookies, and if you eat lunch with me, I’ll let you have two,” I bribe him.
“Do I get his cookies if he doesn’t eat his lunch?” Austin asks as we head down to the kitchen.