Epilogue- Brick
Two years later
“Oh….God…Brick.”
I strummed my finger over Daisy’s clit as she shoved her ass up against me. She was on her side, spooned up against me, with her hands cuffed to the bed. The muscles of her body tensed once again, and even though she started muffling her cries to hide how close she was climax, I could read every inch of her body. After all this time, there was nothing that she could hide from me.
“You jackass,” she cried out as I removed my hand and stroked her sides, waiting for her body to calm down. I’d been stringing her along for a good twenty minutes, and knew that she was almost at her breaking point.
I was almost at mine as well. The wedded bliss had done nothing to ease my desire for her, and I barely went hours without wishing that she was naked and under me.
“Easy, baby,” I murmured, reaching around to play with her nipples. “You’re doing great.”
“Brick, please,” she gasped. “I can’t take much more of this. I need to come. I need you inside me. Please.” She jerked at the cuffs, and the headboard banged against the wall. I’d gotten new cuffs, ones that were padded, so she wouldn’t hurt herself when she got worked up like this.
Aching for her, I moved my hand back down to her drenched pussy and slipped a finger inside. Playing with her, I shifted behind her and probed her ass. She moaned encouragingly, and I eased inside her. Immediately, her pussy muscles clenched around my fingers.
“Yes,” she hissed. “More. Please.”
Buried inside her, I groaned and placed a kiss to the side of her neck. The diamond collar glittered. I told her that I didn’t need to see it on her again, that she could flush them down the toilet if it brought up bad memories, but she always wore them to bed. Even when she wanted a taste of control, she still wore them.
“Baby, you feel so good.” I thrust inside her, nice and slow, and enjoying every shudder of her body. “You always feel so good. You’re perfect.”
“Will I still be perfect if I gain thirty pounds and wake you up in the middle of the night because I want pickles mixed with ice-cream?” she whispered.
Deep inside her, I froze. “Daisy?” I asked hesitantly.
“I’m pregnant, Brick. You’re going to be a father.”
For a moment, I couldn’t speak. The thought of my wife swollen with my baby filled me with joy. She was going to make the most wonderful mother and now, thanks to her love, I was going to be a dad. And I’d do everything possible to be a great one.
“Brick?”
Unable to hold back, I gripped her hips and thrust inside of her. My hands were all over her body. “I love you,” I whispered to her. I could never begin to tell her how much I truly loved her, but I could show her. I gently bit at her shoulder and strummed her until she was on the cusp again. Just feeling the pleasure rippling through her body was enough to push me over the edge, and with a roar, I anchored inside her and exploded. Her own cries echoed off the walls as she shook wildly with her orgasm. It was all that I could do to hold her against me as I released the cuffs. Rolling her over, I pulled her hard against me and buried my face in the crook of her neck and stroked her hair.
“I love you too, Brick, and so will this baby,” she whispered hoarsely.
“You have no idea how happy you’ve made me,” I murmured. “I can’t wait for you to be thirty pounds heavier and wake me up in the middle of the night wanting pickles and ice cream.”
She laughed, still one of the most beautiful sounds I’d ever heard, and snuggled against me. It was still hard for me to believe that this woman had spent every night for the past two years in my arms.
I dated her. Even with that diamond ring on her finger, I courted her with flowers and chocolates and romantic dinners and movie nights. I took her ice-skating at Christmas where I’d nearly fallen and broken my neck, and she’d even convinced me to go camping for an entire week for one of our other adventures. She stayed in her crappy apartment for six whole months and refused to move back in with me until we were married. She needed to enjoy her independence, and I needed to prove to her that I didn’t care where she lived or what she did.
Now, she was back in school to get the degree that she’d always wanted, and she worked with Nadia at the shelter. I made sure that they had whatever they needed, but I mostly let Daisy run the show. It was her project, and she and Nadia did a beautiful job helping the women in need.
Her father showed up once right after our wedding. I wanted to knock his teeth out, but Daisy asked for a moment alone with him. I had no idea what she said to him, but when she returned, she told me that we didn’t have to worry about him again. She’d handled it. She finally came to terms with what he thought of her and had confronted it. I was so proud of her for it.
She’d come a long way. I’d learned love and patience and trust with her, and was most certainly a better man for knowing her.
I was lucky to have her love, and now we were going to be a family.
“You’re off the hook for now,” she said sleepily as she burrowed deeper. “Ice cream and pickles sound terrible to me.”
I laughed and kissed her slowly. “So what does sound good?”
“Just this, right here. In your arms with your baby growing inside me. That sounds perfect.”
It was perfect. I held her until she fell asleep, but it was a long time before I closed my eyes. My life was so much better than anything that I could have dreamed, and I intended to enjoy every single minute of it.
THE END
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