Epilogue Two

Karrie

Six years later.

“Cooper Douglas, you better get back here before I get your father!” I yell from the kitchen, looking back at the flour mess all over the brown floor, three little prints showing exactly where they went.

“I no do it,” he yells from behind the couch in the family room. “Is Franny and Vivi.” Franny aka Francis Parker, both our mothers’ names combined. Our daughter came out one year later. They were almost what you call Irish Twins. I found out I was pregnant again when Cooper turned three months. It was a shock to both of us, especially since we literally only had sex the one time. Okay, maybe not one time, but we weren’t going at it like rabbits. Okay, fine, it was daily, but it wasn’t like twice or three times a day. He did travel with the team.

We decided to move out of the brownstone as soon as Cooper was born. Instead, we got a house in Long Island. The commute to the city isn’t that bad, if the kids are sleeping. Plus, we had the summer house near Cooper and Parker. What I wanted was a nice and cozy house. Well, step in my husband and my father and then throw my father-in-law in there and here I am in an almost fifteen-bedroom home. I pretended to be pissed about it for months, especially when we found out that our parents had bought it for us. Cooper couldn’t stand the fact that Dad put in half, so he put in the other half, and let's not talk about the gifts that arrive daily from them. All that aside, my kids are showered with so much love, it's what makes me look away most times.

Vivienne Allison came into the world two years after Francis. Again, no trying was needed. I was finally sleeping through the nights, teething was done, toilet training was almost done, and boom he shoots he scores.

I walk to the back of the couch where I see my three culprits. Cooper, with his black hair and blue eyes, starts talking first. “Franny want to make pancakes, Momma.”

“No, I don’t,” my curly blond hair blue-eyed girl says with flour all over her face and hands. “Is Vivi.”

My other blond child looks at me. All she’s dressed in is a diaper.

“Where are your clothes and where is your father?” I stand with my hands on my hips.

Vivi answers first, “Shh, he’s sleeping.”

I shake my head and turn around, going into the game room or what was the game room and is now a princess shrine. Most of it vintage from Allison. There in the middle of the room lying on his back with blue eye shadow, pink lips, and orange cheeks is my husband sound asleep.

“See, Momma,” Vivi answers, “he’s so tired.” She puts a finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet, but her whisper is her normal voice.

He is back home from his two-week long road trip. When I had only Cooper we would accompany him, but then when Francis came it was too tough, so he did it without us. Pouting the whole time.

“I miss so much when I’m on the road.” He started saying while he threw his bag on the bed. “I missed Francis rolling over.” He turned back to get his stuff from our closet.

“Matthew, we all missed it. She woke up on her back.” I pointed out, looking at the monitor beside my bed. Cooper was not kidding when he said he had someone to hook us up. The whole house had cameras in it and you could watch them on all the televisions. Beside our bed was a monitor of all three kids’ rooms, all three kids passed out.

“Still it’s not fair.” He almost sounded like Cooper. I was expecting him to stomp his foot.

“Matthew,” I say in a soft voice while he grumbles. “Matthew, you need to get up and come clean the kitchen.”

He blinks his eyes open.

“Daddy, Franny and Vivi made a mess.” Cooper comes forward.

“Oh, you are not going to get away with it this time,” I tell him, knowing full well that Cooper has Matthew wrapped around his finger, along with the girls, who can never do any wrong.

“How did you guys make a mess when you were supposed to be resting with me?” Matthew sits up and grabs my hand, yanking me down onto his lap where he buries his face into my neck, biting it. A giggle escapes my lips.

“Is gross,” Cooper says while the girls mimic their brother.

“Yeah, gross.”

“What time is it?” Matthew asks me while planting butterfly kisses on my neck.

“It’s clean up time,” I answer while I place a hand around his shoulder, bringing him closer to me.

“Is anyone home?” I hear my father yell from the front door.

“Poppy!” all my kids say, running out of the room.

“So I was thinking we could have some alone time, so I called your father, who is taking them for the night.” Matthew pulls his face from my neck. “What do you think, babe? Me, you, bubble bath?”

“The last time you had that plan we almost flooded the bathroom.”

I smile when I think of all the towels it took to clean up the mess.

“That was actually your fault.” His hands come up from my waist to cup my breasts. “You rode me so hard you splashed all the water out of the tub.”

I don’t have time to answer him since my father comes in carrying both girls in his arms. “Okay, I’m going to get this one dressed,” he says to Vivi. “And then we are going to go to Chuck E Cheese’s,” he says and the kids lose their shit.

“Dad, please don’t bring home any more knick-knacks. Seriously.” I try to get up, but Matthew holds me on his lap. When I feel his hard cock under me, I understand why.

“Honey, you can’t tell a grandparent not to spoil your children.” He looks at us both. “Now excuse us while we go and have fun without you two.”

“Dad, please don’t make them eat ice cream too late!” I yell at his retreating back while he walks away, saying ice cream for everyone. I shake my head, looking back at my husband.

“Your father almost saw my huge dick,” Matthew says while I put my head on his shoulder. “That’s awkward, right?” Now it’s my turn to bury my face into his neck, giggling.

“Momma.” The girls run back into the room together, Vivienne finally dressed. “We go.” Her chubby baby arms wrap around my neck while Francis goes to see Matthew. “Don’t be sad, we come back.” She puts her head on Matthew’s shoulder.

We kiss them both goodbye along with Cooper, who walks in the room with the ‘I’m forced to come back’ look.

We get up from the playroom and walk upstairs, ignoring the flour footsteps that are all over the house.

“You tired, babe?” Matthew asks while in our bedroom.

Family pictures are scattered all over the place. Matthew’s idea, not mine. Actually there are frames everywhere. It’s his thing that I made peace with. If he likes a picture it’s in a frame. There are three big picture frames in our room, of each child’s first ultrasound.

“I could use a shower,” I tell him, pulling my shirt over my head, standing here in front of him with my yoga pants and white plain bra. Gone are the days of sexing it up. Now don’t get me wrong. I still have a whole drawer full of lacy, frilly things. I just don't wear them on a normal basis. Luckily running after three kids has kept the weight off of me, but my body is different. My hips are fuller, my breasts less perky, and guess what, I love my body. Well, not as much as Matthew does, but just about.

“I could use a shower also.” He winks at me, walking past me to the bathroom where he opens the glass shower door. Once the rain shower starts working he pulls his shorts down, showing me all of him. It’s been seven years we’ve been together and he still takes my breath away. His body is on point with all the training he does. “You see something you like, babe?” His hands go straight to his thick cock that’s already ready to party.

I peel my pants off, unsnapping my bra, letting it fall from my shoulders. “You're okay to look at,” I say, walking past him into the shower, the water the perfect temperature.

Another thing my neurotic husband did was install the perfect water gauge. I let the water fall over my shoulders, putting my neck forward. I don’t hear the door open and Matthew step in, but I feel him on my back, his hands cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples. I moan out, my hands going to the back where I fist him in my hands, stroking his cock. He leans over, kissing my neck while his hands travel down with the stream of water, his fingers running over my landing strip right before they roll over my clit and his fingers enter me. My head now falls back on his shoulder, my fist moving at the same speed as his fingers in me.

“Missed you, babe.” I turn my head to meet his lips, our kiss like coming home every single time. His tongue twirls with mine, our mouths hungry. The hand that isn’t stroking him leans back to pull his hair.

His fingers come out of me. His lips leave mine. “Gotta taste you,” he says, pushing me to the bench in the back of the shower. “Sit down and open for me,” he orders.

I sit on the bench, my back to the cold tiles giving me goose bumps all over my body. I put my feet on the seat ledge, bending my legs to the side.

Matthew gets on his knees in front of me, his hands cupping my breasts again, rolling the nipples, then leaning forward and taking one in his mouth, then biting down on it, the zing going straight to my core. He repeats the same thing to the other nipple. “Matthew.” My head rolls on the wall. My back arches away from the wall.

“My girl wants to come?” He kisses down my stomach. “How do you want to come?” he asks, kissing my inner left thigh. “On my finger?” He kisses the right thigh now. “On my tongue?” He kisses me right above my clit. “Or my cock?” he says, taking two fingers and opening me up. “Hmmm.” Is the last thing he says before he sucks my clit into his mouth, then trails his tongue to the bottom where his tongue slides into me. His fingers join his tongue, my hips thrusting upward to get him deeper into me.

My eyes watch his finger and tongue play with me, sliding in and out, rubbing me in all the right places. “I’m going to come,” I tell him, grabbing his head, pushing it into my pussy, and I ride his face up and down, my fingers now rubbing my clit frantically back and forth. I’m about to let go when his tongue comes out of my pussy. His face rips away. He pulls me to stand up. I moan my displeasure the whole time.

“You get to come on my cock,” he says, sitting on the bench. “Come get it.”

His cock is in his hand, pushing it up. I walk to him, my feet going outside of his. I put one foot on the bench next to his hips, with the other on the other side. I take his cock in my hand, rubbing it through my folds, placing it at my entrance, and sliding down on him so fucking slow I feel every ridge that he has, every single vein all the way to the end, all the way till his balls hit my ass. My hands go to the back of his knees while I use my legs to go up and down on him, the angle making him hit my G-spot right away.

“Look at your pussy take my cock,” he says, watching us, watching my pussy swallow all of his cock. The sight makes my pussy quiver. “Look at this clit.” His finger goes into his mouth, wetting it and then rubbing it in circles while I ride him. He takes my clit in between his two fingers, squeezing the shit out of it, the pain making me rise up and then slam back down. My legs burn, my arms start to shake, and his cock grows bigger in me. “Atta girl. Come on my cock,” he says, leaning forward, taking a nipple in his mouth while he bites down.

It’s too much and with that final move I moan and come all over his cock. I come and come and come. My pussy spasms all over him. My eyes close and I feel his cock grow bigger and his hands on my hips now slam me down on him and he comes in me. My mouth covers his, swallowing his roar. When his hands roam from my hips up my back I know he is finished. Taking my mouth from his, I lean forward, our chests heaving against each other.

“Never gets old,” he says, kissing the top of my wet head. “I could be old with only one hip and I would always find a way to make love to you.”

I smile to myself. I wouldn't have it any other way.

When I finally slide into bed, he looks over at me, seeing me with a top on. “You know the rules. Kids aren’t here, we are naked.”

I roll my eyes at him and take off the shirt, throwing it on my table.

“And the panties, babe.”

I shake my head, taking them off and putting them on top of my shirt.

“How long are you home for?” I ask him, settling on my pillow while he watches SportsCenter.

“It’s a break, so five glorious days. I told Allison if she called me during these five days for any business I would block her from attending Christmas.” Another thing that has changed is that Allison is now the team’s Public Relations person. Mindy took another job at the same time that Allison graduated. It was a win-win for everyone. Well, except Matthew, who has to see his beautiful sister being hit on by his teammates. I’m not even going to get into the amount of things she signed him up to volunteer for and when he wanted to yell at her, she would use her my big brother is the best speech and he would do it.

“Well, this is interesting,” the sportscaster says, “we got more Max Horton drama,” the reporter starts saying.

I sit up in bed, watching the television while Matthew chuckles beside me.

“Allison is going to rip him a new asshole. I can’t wait to watch this.”

The reporter continues, “It seems that the bad boy of NHL has eloped. And the word on the ice is that the new bride is none other than Allison Grant.” My mouth flies open while Matthew immediately sits up, grabbing his phone. “Allison is none other than Matthew Grant’s sister, as well as Cooper Stone’s stepdaughter.” He stops talking for a second.

“You will remember that Max was charged as an accomplice to the rape charge that came six years ago. Of course those charges were dropped and he was cleared of all charges against him.”

He turns off the television, getting out of bed while I watch him dial Allison and it must go straight to voice mail. “Aly, you get this message, you call me.” He hangs up and then starts dialing another number. “You better fucking hope that what I heard is a fucking rumor.” He hangs up, looking at me.

“I guess now would be a bad time to tell you I’m pregnant again?” I smile at him, hoping that this news brings him down before the vein in his head actually explodes.

THE END

SOMETHING SO IRRESISTIBLE

COMING JAN 2018