Epilogue
One year later
Ginger
I lay there, basking in the orgasmic bliss Rebel had just given me for the third time that morning. We'd both woken up early and had decided that there was time to partake in our favorite past time. The sex between us was great. Even after a year, the intensity and passion felt just as fulfilling as the first time. We came together like animals mating in the wild, any time and any where the urge came upon us, and had practically christened every room in the house. It was a good thing that we lived alone.
We'd had a wonderful, uneventful--and by ‘uneventful,’ I meant there had been no drama that could have ended up with one or both of us dead--year together. He'd taken a few jobs out of state, one that had left me alone for a full month, but other than that he had tried to stay as close to home as possible. The beachfront home he'd purchased for us was an older house outside of Daytona, hidden by mature palms and lush landscaping. I liked the feeling of being away from it all and secluded from nosey eyes, especially when Rebel liked me to walk around naked. The fact that the ocean was just steps away was an added bonus, and I discovered that there was nothing more peaceful or relaxing than going to sleep with the sound of the surf in my ears and seagulls screeching overhead.
Being in the arms of the man that I loved didn't hurt either.
All in all, life was pretty good.
Rebel and I got along great.
He walked out of the bathroom with a towel hanging low on his hips. As always, I let my gaze roam down his hard torso, marveling at the sexy V that led down to his cock. I enjoyed looking at him. He was visually stimulating, and it didn't matter that we'd just had smoking hot sex, I wanted him all over again. A minute went by before I realized that he'd stopped and was just standing there.
My eyes traveled up to meet his, seeing the smug amusement there. "What?" I asked innocently.
He laughed, the sound going straight to my slightly sore pussy. "You keep looking at me like that, and we're going to miss the service."
"Ohmygod!" I glanced at the clock before jumping from the bed. How could I have forgotten about the wedding? "I have an hour to get to the church!" Panic set in that it wouldn't be enough time, and I knew that Della was counting on me.
It was her big day, her and Skipper’s. I was so happy for her, for both of them. He'd turned out to be the best thing that had ever happened to her. They'd planned a small service, with just his MC and their women, his parents and sister, and me and Rebel. Of course, I had to be there, I was her maid of honor. I jumped into the shower, jumped out, then began to blow dry my hair that I intended to French braid. I was standing there in all my naked glory when Rebel came into the bathroom, this time wearing boxer briefs.
I smiled. "I've never known you to wear underwear," I teased, working the blower through my tresses.
"I do on special occasions," he grinned, coming to stand behind me. "Besides, dress slacks don't fit as snug as jeans. My boys need some support." As he liked to do when I was in this position, he wrapped his arms around me and cupped my breasts. "Have I ever told you I love your tits?" He began squeezing them and plucking at the nipples.
"Only every day," I smiled, arching slightly, which put my butt into the cradle of his hips. He leaned in and began to nibble the side of my neck. I closed my eyes and moaned, before reminding myself that I was on a mission. "Rebel, Della will kill me if I'm not on time."
I felt him smile against me, and knew what was coming next. "Like you killed her when she was late for our wedding?"
I shivered against his sensual attack. She had been late, and, as I’d learned much later, for the same reason that I was about to be late to her wedding. The only difference was that Rebel and I had decided to get married at the courthouse, and Della and Skipper were supposed to have been our witnesses. They'd been half an hour late. I'd been a little miffed at my best friend for being late for the most important day of my life, but by the time Rebel had slipped on the platinum wedding band, I'd gotten over it.
My gaze automatically traveled up to the hand that was holding the blow dryer, seeing how the two-carat, emerald-cut diamond solitaire sparkled in the mirror.
"So this is all about payback?" My words came out breathily, and I set the dryer down without turning it off.
He thrust his hard cock against my naked butt. "No." His hands turned rougher as they glided over my body. "This is about me putting a baby in your belly."
His words got to me every time, and I began to push back against his erection. I reached up behind me and wrapped my arms around his neck. The image in the mirror was erotic, his dark, powerful hands caressing me everywhere on my paler body. One hand remained on my breast, the other zeroed in on the thin strip of hair on my pussy. Rebel wasted no time in slipping his finger over my clit. I trembled wildly and began to pant.
"No . . . time . . ." I gasped weakly, moving my hips against his finger.
"Want me to quit?" he whispered against my ear. He was fucking me with his finger while his thumb flicked over the pulsing nerves at the top of my slit. I could feel how wet I was, I could hear it as he worked another finger inside me.
"Yes, no," I gasped, leaning further into him for support. I tried to remind myself about Della's wedding, I tried to be strong, but all I could think about was how good Rebel was making me feel. "What if I told you that I was already pregnant? Would you stop?" We'd decided to start a family, and had been trying for two months. I'd taken a pregnancy test earlier that morning, but hadn't planned to tell him the good news until after the wedding.
I felt his hesitation, but it didn't last long enough to mean anything. He clearly thought it was just a ploy to get him to leave me alone so that I could continue getting ready. "No. I'm weak where you're concerned. You could be nine months along and big as a house, and I'd still want to fuck you."
My husky laugh echoed throughout the bathroom. "I guess we'll see in nine months then, won't we?" He froze. "Well, probably more like eight months."
"Are you pregnant, angel?" He was staring at me in the mirror. "Do you have my baby in your belly?"
"We've been fucking like bunnies. It was bound to happen." He swung me around and kissed me hard. "I was going to tell you after the wedding," I explained.
He looked down at my belly, placing his hands there as if in awe. "My son."
I laughed. He seemed so certain. "Our daughter." I raised a brow, challenging him to argue with me.
"How about we start with a boy, and have a girl later?" he joked.
I thought our conversation was silly, because we had no say over what sex the baby would be either way. Deep down, I knew that Rebel wouldn't care what we had, as long as our children were healthy.
"I'll see what I can do," I teased back. "Now, are you going to finish what you started?" I reached down and rubbed the bulge of his cock, which hadn't even begun to diminish during our brief break. "Unless you're afraid to face Della . . ."
He grabbed me to him and fucked me until the bathroom was steamed up again, until my legs were so weak that I had to sit down and wait for the strength to return. With Rebel it was all or nothing, he did nothing halfway. I could count on that. I knew I couldn't have chosen a better man.
Jonathan Lee Woods was born on February second, eight months later.
The End
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