Page 35 of Time Bomb
“It’s my job to know.” Wrapping an arm tightly around my hips, he pulls me from the ballroom and into the shadows of an alcove, away from the guests. I’ve never been to a firefighter’s ball before, but I’m loving it. Meeting his crew and their spouses, listening to the praise they give him, and their respect, it tells me everything I already knew about my man.
Sitting on a bench, hidden behind a lush plant, he sweeps the skirt of my dress to the side and hefts me onto his lap to cradle him between my thighs.
“I have to tell you something,” he whispers, his warm breath caressing my chest as I feel him undoing his pants. His hard cock springs forward, immediately seeking out my warmth.
“What?” I gasp when he slips my panties to the side and slides easily into my willing pussy. I’m always ready to take this man into my body.
Fully seated in his lap, his thick inches are buried to the hilt as he arranges my skirt to cover what we’re doing in case someone comes by.
Yanking the bodice of my dress down, he captures a nipple in his mouth, sucking gently, taking as much as he can before moving to the other one. Each draw of his lips tugs the invisible string between my nipples and my clit, and I pulse around him.
“Fuck, I love that feeling,” he growls, nipping at my sensitive peek. “I wonder if it’ll be the same when I’m milking these beauties.”
“Of course you know.” I laugh lightly as my hips begin to rock. He’s already been given his award for bravery in saving the warehouse and the surrounding buildings months ago. He was a true hero that day.
“Your pussy is warmer, softer, slicker. Your musk is sweeter. And these beautiful life-altering tits are so sensitive I bet I could make you come just from sucking on them.” He’s so proud of himself for recognizing the changes in my body. “I love you, soon-to-be wife.”
Holding him to my breast, he continues to suckle on me as I comb my fingers through his thick hair. “I love you most, soon-to-be daddy.” He growls as he devours me, not letting up even after I come so hard that he has to clamp a hand across my mouth so no one becomes the wiser.
We hide out here for the rest of the evening. Him buried deep inside me, both of us coming over and over until the lights are being turned off and everyone has left.
By the time he helps me to my feet, our mixed fluids are dripping down my legs. I delight in the feeling until we’re home and he’s settling me into a bath to ease the discomfort from his insatiable appetite.
Who knew a blind date would lead me to my very own happily ever after? I sure didn’t, but I’m so happy that it did.
Epilogue 2
TORQUE
This is love.
Six Years Later.
“Go, go, go!” Philly screams from the bleachers as our son, Aiden, takes off after hitting his first home run of the season. I’ve been coaching his little league team, and the boy gets better and better with each time behind the bat. “Yes!” She shouts louder with our little girl, Abigail, beside her.
The fact that she’s eight months along now doesn’t even phase her. She’s completely into the game, and nothing will stop her from cheering for her baby boy. It might have taken us a while to get here, to be as happy as we are, but there’s nothing we can’t do together.
As Aiden slides across home plate, his entire team jumps up and cheers. My boy’s home run just won us the game. For a bunch of five-year-olds, they sure are competitive. Opening the cage, I watch as the kids run out of the dugout and celebrate together. Praise and high-fives go around like candy.
Hands around my waist have me turning around to find the woman of my dreams as she cuddles into me. “You did good, Tor.” She kisses my chest.
“Nah, sweetness, they did. I just gave them support.” Kissing the top of her head, I place a hand on her belly and feel the little one rolling around in there. “How are you feeling?”
“Daddy!” Abigail pulls at my pant leg for attention.
“Yes, precious girl?” Lifting her up, I blow a raspberry on her cheek, her delighted giggle catching the attention of her brother, who comes running over to see what all the fuss is about. He’s highly protective of her.
“Mama eat.” At nearly two, she’s very observant and excited to be a big sister. She watches Ophelia like a hawk.
“Can we take the team for pizza now, Dad?” Aiden jumps on the balls of his feet as some of his teammates join him.
“I did promise that, didn’t I?” I pretend to contemplate the decision.
The boy rolls his eyes, one of many traits he picked up from his mother. “Twice.”
“Alright, let’s meet up at the pizza place by Mom’s shop.” The cheering begins again as the kids run to their parents to fill them in.
Strolling to the Tahoe, with one girl in my arms and the other on my arm, I think back to six or even seven years ago, and this was not the life I had pictured. It’s ten times better. Everything I never knew I needed or wanted.