Epilogue

Riley

“It’s only been four months,” I groaned, standing outside my daughter’s bedroom, hand on the brass doorknob and my insides twisting and turning at the mere suggestion that I had to leave her tonight.

This dinner, just Jax and I, had been planned two weeks ago, and I’d agreed to it then, partly because I’d been at the end of my tether with the breastfeeding and sleep schedule. Now that it came down to it, however, I didn’t want to leave Emmy behind.

“We could take her with us to the restaurant,” I said and opened the door a little wider.

I peered into the bedroom, at her crib and the turning night-light mobile above it. Moonlight slanted through the curtains and lay across her mattress and fitted sheet. Emmy, my sweetheart, lay swaddled in her receiving blanket, chubby and quiet for once. She’d smiled at us for the first time the other day.

“Gorgeous,” Jax said, and drew me into his arms. “We’ve been wanting to do this for a while. You know Emmy will be perfectly safe with her aunt. You need to let her go for one night, so you can recharge your batteries.”

“But what if—I don’t know, what if something happens?” Anxiety bubbled in my chest, and images of horrible things crept into my mind—I’d struggled a lot with the baby blues after Emmy’s birth, and those thoughts popped up more often nowadays.

“Have I ever let you down?” Jax asked. “Have I ever lied to you?”

“No,” I answered, immediately.

“I swear to you, everything will be fine.” He kissed my forehead, and I released my grip on the door handle. “Did I mention you look beautiful tonight?”

I’d chosen a red cocktail dress which was a size larger than I would’ve worn before the pregnancy. It clung to my curves, and I’d done my best not to judge myself too harshly when I’d put it on this evening.

“Because you do,” Jax continued. “Stunning. Good enough to eat.” He grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed.

“That’s because I’m wearing Spanx up to here,” I said, and snapped the panty line which was right under my waist. “And a push-up bra.”

“You’d look even better without all of this.” Jax kissed my cheek and exhaled into my ear—he knew it drove me crazy. “In fact, maybe we should grab a hotel tonight instead of coming home. I’d love to make you scream my name again, instead of just moaning it quietly.”

I swayed on the spot. We’d barely made time for us over the past four months.

The studio had consumed Jax’s time, as he helped me prepare it and vet dance instructors for when it would open again, and the baby had kept me busy, breastfeeding and burping, diaper changes, and all the stuff in between.

Through it all, Jax had been my hero. He’d dried my tears when the baby blues had hit, he’d helped me figure out the electronic breast pump, and he’d changed diapers when necessary. It was amazing, witnessing this strong, sturdy man who took no shit literally clean it up for his daughter.

God, he’d never been sexier. And we’d never had less time to get sexy.

“Or,” Jax purred and ran his fingers down the side of my face. “Or, I could take you to the bedroom right now, lay you down and eat your sweet little pussy until you come for me.”

I leaned into him, losing strength in my legs. I’d always been putty in his arms. It was worse now, or better. I grasped his lapels and tugged on them. He was smart in his loose suit jacket, a buttoned shirt opened at the top, granting me a view of those tattoos.

Underneath the shirt, right over his heart, were two names. Riley and Emmy. He’d inked them on his skin after her birth.

“Jax,” I whispered.

“That’s right, baby. You’ll moan my name. I’ll make you shake again, drip for me. I’ll make you want another child,” he growled, low.

I clenched tight downstairs, throbbing hot, already.

Jax pinched my chin then smashed his lips into mine, licked them and sucked them, moved onto my tongue. He claimed me as his each time we kissed, and now wasn’t any different. I still loved him, and he still loved me, and we belonged together.

He walked me backward toward the entrance to our room, all my inhibitions falling away under the lemony scent of his cologne, the power of his grip. “Can’t wait to taste your sweet cum again,” he whispered.

We reached the doorway before he dropped to his knees and rolled my dress up. He tore my Spanx down and lifted one leg over his shoulder and buried his face in my pussy. He slurped on my lips, drove his tongue into my tunnel, dragged it back out and circled my clit, nipped it.

I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out, rolled my hips in time with each of his licks and thrusts.

Jax’s fingernails bit into my thighs, the pressure perfectly accenting the building climax in me. It’d been too long since he’d eaten me out and equally long since I’d gotten the chance to suck him.

I placed my hand on his forehead and dragged his head back. “Wait,” I whispered.

“No.”

“I want to suck you too, baby. I want you to come in my mouth. It’s been so long,” I said, and circled my hips, drifting my pussy closer to his face again, tempting him.

Jax sucked my clit one more time, then rose and swept me into his arms. He set me down in front of the bed, on my feet, then unzipped his pants and drew out that thick, pulsing cock. God, I’d missed it. How long had it been since I’d choked on him? Way too long.

He lay down on the bed, held the base of his cock for me, sporting his Cheshire Cat grin. “Sit on my face, Miss Robinson.”

I did as I was told and backed into him, sitting my swollen pussy lips exactly where he wanted them. His tongue lapped up my juices, and I took hold of his dick, kissed the tip open-mouthed as he worked me back there.

I couldn’t wait. Couldn’t stall to heighten the pleasure. Had to have him in my mouth, now. His dick was thick between my lips, and I chased every ridge and vein with my tongue, working up so much saliva it dribbled down his shaft.

“Fuck, Riley. Fuck, you’ll make me come like that, baby.”

I slurped on him, moaning under my breath each time he licked my clit or plunged fingers into my wetness. I rode his face, but focused on his orgasm rather than mine. I craved him, his flavor, his pleasure. He’d given me so much, and I would spend every second I could spare repaying him for that. Showing him I loved him in the most subtle and most obvious ways.

His dick hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, continued sucking and working him with my hand.

“Fuck,” he growled and increased the pace, flicking his tongue back and forth across my clit, hooking his fingers inside me and working my G-spot.

“Oh,” I whispered, in between licks and sucks. “Oh, oh, I’m coming, Jax. I’m coming.” I sucked harder, felt the weight and thickness of him in my mouth and choked a little. I moaned around his cock and came on his face, thrusting my pussy backward onto his lips, riding through my orgasm.

“Swallow,” Jax said, as his dick thickened inside me. The command was unnecessary. I always swallowed for him—I couldn’t not drink up every drop.

His cum lashed the back of my throat, shot right down, and I gulped reflexively even as my mind whited out with sheer bliss.

Finally, we came down from the heavens.

I sat up and shimmied off him, rolled onto the bed. “My Spanx,” I said.

“That’s the first thing you’re going to say?” Jax asked and eyed me from where he lay, his hands pressed to his forehead, his chest rising and falling fast. His dick lay against his suit pants, wet with my spit. “Spanx?”

I laughed and settled against his chest. “I’m only asking because Veronica will be here any second, and you know if she sees them she’ll never let me live it down.”

“Fuck the Spanx, Riley,” Jax said, and dragged me onto his chest. “I think we just altered the fabric of reality with that little session.”

I bit my lip and squirmed against him. I loved how crazy I made him. “You liked it, huh?”

“Liked it?” Jax shifted me to one side on the bed, got up, and tucked himself back into his pants. He zipped up, walked to the hall, and brought back my Spanx, handed them over. “Riley, I fucking loved it. Loved it as much as I love you.”

I made quick work of slipping my underwear back on, relishing the wetness of my cum and his saliva still on my pussy. I tugged down my dress, smoothed out the creases as best I could, then checked my reflection in the mirror above our dressing table.

Jax walked up behind me and kissed my shoulder, slipping the strap of my dress to one side. “I could go again,” he said. “Bend you right here and fill your pussy this time.” He was already hard against me again, his cock rested against my ass cheeks.

“I know you could.”

“But I won’t,” he said.

“You won’t?”

“No,” he replied. “I’ve got something much more important to do.” He tucked one hand behind his back and I frowned. “Something I was going to do later, but it feels right now. Being with you feels right, Riley. Every part of the day feels right because you’re in my life.”

“Jax.”

“I didn’t have a real family. Not one that was loving or caring or any of that other Hallmark card shit,” he continued. “But now, I do.” He brought out a velvet ring box and showed it to me in the mirror, opened it, and revealed the sparkling diamond within. “Now, I have everything I’ve ever wanted. Marry me.” He slipped the ring out, let the box drop to the floor, and slipped it onto my finger. “No plans. No pressure. Just us.”

I turned in his arms and looped mine around his neck, stared into those forever eyes. Those oceans.

“Anything for you.”

“For us,” he whispered.

“For us,” I agreed.