EPILOGUE
Nine months later
Grace
“Oh, God!”
“Shh… babe, you’ll wake up Ellie,” Matt’s controlled groan sounded in my ear as he shoved himself all the way inside me. Warm spurts of his cum coated my already slick channel, but there was no doubt I was deliciously filled and sated by my husband’s vigorous fucking. Because there was no other word for the way Matt took me tonight.
It wasn’t making love.
It wasn’t simply sex.
It was fucking.
Hard.
Arduous.
Primal.
“You okay?” he whispered after the last spasms of his own climax faded away. He was still breathing hard, both of us coated with a sheen of sweat with his weight almost crushing me, but I didn’t mind.
“More than okay,” I replied softly and smiled. My face must have shown just how satisfied I was, because Matt grinned crookedly. He propped himself on his elbows and stroked my hair away from my face before he cupped my chin and kissed me lightly.
“I love you,” he murmured.
“Love you too, baby,” I responded languidly.
He moved and we both moaned because his shaft was planted as deep as ever, and my legs were still wrapped around him. Tiny bursts of pleasure contracted my core around him.
“Shit, that felt too good,” he growled.
I gasped out a laugh, because, like him, I was still very sensitive.
We needed this connection. I needed Matt to take me like he couldn’t get enough of me. A few months before I’d given birth to Ellie, and for six weeks after the doctor had given the go ahead to resume sexual intercourse, Matt seemed to have forgotten how to fuck me hard. He’d been gentle in his lovemaking, and I felt his ripple of fear in the way he took me, as if he was afraid of breaking me or hurting the baby. Of course, directly after I’d had Ellie, I thought I’d never want to have sex again.
Every part of me was horribly bloated, but body image was the least of my concerns.
At first.
By the time I was physically capable of having sex, my mental readiness was zilch. So, Matt had changed tactics and had been gentle and tender in the way he’d coax me into climax. He’d even allowed me to keep myself covered, but tonight he’d had enough.
I lowered a sleeping Ellie to the crib and backed away from the nursery. I entered the master bedroom and looked at the clock. I had at least two hours before my three-month-old baby’s next feeding. I was more or less rested today. Millie came by and told me to catch up on sleep while she watched the baby. I had some breast milk saved up, so she was able to feed Ellie while I had six solid hours of dead-to-the-world slumber.
I wasn’t too tired to pamper myself. I stayed in the shower longer, managed to actually dry my hair properly and slather a good amount of lotion on my skin. I stared at my feet. Despite needing a pedicure, I almost felt like a desirable woman again and not simply a worn-out new mom. As I stepped out of the bathroom, Matt stepped into the bedroom, closing the door with a decisive click. A feral gleam replaced the tender look that had been in his eyes these past few weeks. In fact, I experienced déjà vu to our time at the B&B.
“I thought you were going for beers with Axe,” I said as a frisson of arousal shot straight to my pussy at his unwavering gaze.
He had not had a boy’s night out since Ellie was born, so I texted him that since I was well-rested, thanks to Millie, he could take a break himself.
Matt’s eyes narrowed. “I’m pissed at you.”
“What?”
“You think the first time my wife is feeling ‘refreshed and more like herself’,” he advanced toward me as he repeated the words from my text message to him and continued, “I was going to take off to be with one of the boys?”
“Well …” I started, undecided whether I wanted to run away and lock myself in the bathroom or drop to my knees and suck his cock. I was definitely feeling more like my lusty self around this man. Lord, the look in his eyes was pure carnal hunger. And as his heated gaze traveled down my body and up again, my nipples ached and my core twitched. His inflamed perusal rested on my chest, and I realized my robe had come partially undone, revealing the globes of my heavy breasts which had become more apparent with my panting breath.
A low growl rumbled from his throat. He stopped a foot away from me, his fists clenched at his sides.
“Grace,” he rasped. “I can fucking see your nipples … are you trying to drive me mad?”
I grew more aroused as I saw the outline of his erection against his jeans.
“Take off your robe,” he demanded, his own breathing becoming fractured.
Hesitation on my part only fueled his fire. “Never. Hide. That body of yours from me again. Got it?”
“It’s my body,” I retorted even as I could feel my wetness slide down my inner thighs. Dammit, take me already. But somewhere deep inside was the thrill of pushing him to the edge.
“I’ll say this one more time, gypsy,” he said softly but not without menace. “Take. It. Off. Give me what’s mine.”
Eyes locked, I slipped the robe off and let it slide to the floor.
Matt’s eyes flared before I found myself pushed back on the bed. Somehow, he had lost his shirt. My butt was dragged to the edge of the mattress, he sank to his knees, my legs were thrown over his shoulders, and, with another growl, he buried his head between my thighs. He attacked my swollen clit and thrust his tongue into my opening. I moaned and pushed my hips into his mouth, and he responded with maddening flicks of his tongue before he pumped two fingers inside me. Then he sucked my clit hard and I cried out as my orgasm swept through me. His mouth was instantly on mine, silencing the sobs of my release as he deftly massaged my pussy with his magical fingers to prolong my pleasure.
When the throbbing in my pussy ebbed, I lost the warmth of my husband’s body as he stood up and chucked the rest of his clothes off. My mouth watered at the sight of his aroused cock. It looked angry and purplish, and I was imagining it pounding the shit out of me.
I wanted him inside me.
Now.
“I’m going to take you hard,” he warned as his famished gaze raked my body like a feast before a starved man. He smirked. “But you’ve got to promise to keep your voice down because I don’t want to wake Ellie before I’ve fucked her mom sideways.”
With my butt hanging off the side of the bed, he lifted my legs until I was supported by my shoulders.
“You okay?” he whispered.
“Just fuck me,” I begged.
“With pleasure,” he hissed as he drove himself straight to the hilt. His lips curled into a snarl as he pummeled into my body. His cock powered into me with no mercy, and I had to grip the covers to stay on the bed. Matt was breathing hard, his grunts controlled, his muscles bunching and cording. He was beautiful and he was mine. He was fucking me as if he owned me, and he did. Suddenly, my body catapulted up, and my hands clutched at his shoulders. With him still embedded inside me, he slammed me against the wall.
He pounded me hard and fast.
“I thought … Ah!”—I broke off after a particularly deep thrust—“We should be quiet …”
His eyes burned through me.
“We are,” he grunted.
“Or we’re trying to,” he choked out.
“Matt … oh, my God!” His girth stretched my sensitive nerve endings. My vision blurred as I threw back my head and banged the wall.
Matt cursed as I pulsed around him. I protested incoherently when he pulled out of me, vaguely comprehending that we were moving around the room until he dropped me on the bed. He covered me once more with his body, spread me wide, and plowed back into my pussy.
“You’re gonna feel me for days,” he promised hoarsely. “That’s it, gypsy. Open those legs and give me what’s mine!”
“Oh, God!”
And that was how I got blissfully fucked. Matt shifted to my side and I loathed to lose the feel of him inside me. I tensed when his fingers traced the length of my body, suddenly self-conscious because I had not lost all the baby weight.
“Let me get my robe,” I said and then squeaked when he pinned me to the bed once more, hovering above me, glaring at me in all his alpha male glory.
“Stop,” he growled. “Stop hiding this amazing body from me.”
If it was anyone else, I would have snorted, thinking it was an attempt to make me feel better. But this was Matt. He was anything if not blunt. Besides, the fury blazing in his eyes gave me pause. “My body isn’t what it used to be,” I offered lamely.
“You’re right,” he agreed huskily, his hand resting on my still-rounded belly. “You gave me a beautiful daughter with this body. It’s fucking hot knowing I’ve put my baby inside you.” His anger faded to be replaced by a warm melting gaze. “I could do nothing but worship you.”
Realization dawned on me. “You used to fuck me hard before I hit seven months and then you toned down your lovemaking quite a bit.”
He frowned. “Did you think I desired you less?”
“Not really,” I admitted. “I thought you were afraid to hurt me and Ellie.”
“Maybe in the back of my mind,” he conceded as he eased off me and propped up on an elbow. “I’d say it’s more because I was in awe of my woman and the life growing inside her. You were like this goddess and I’d knocked you up. I was definitely feeling damned euphoric and accomplished.” He smirked.“There are many ways I love to fuck you, Grace. Do you want me to count the ways?”
“Way poetic there, husband,” I laughed.
“Hey,” his voice turned serious. “I’m not insensitive to how you feel about your body. No, don’t say anything … I’ve made it my business to make you happy, Grace, and that includes learning what makes you tick, what makes you the woman you are. You’re not just someone convenient to stick my dick in.” He chuckled when I glared at him. “Hey, now, let me finish …”
I smacked him—playfully of course—because I knew how my husband tried to make sexual jokes when he was struggling to tell me how he felt. He wasn’t a man of tender words, but more a man of action. But he understood that, sometimes, things needed saying and that was why I loved him.
“I’ve been physically attracted to you from the start,” he continued. “But that didn’t really get us anywhere, did it? It’s not how you look, Grace. You may be curvy or rail thin, I’ll still love you because who I fell in love with was the woman inside you. It’s everything about that woman behind those amazing gypsy eyes that gets me every single time.” He kissed the top of my nose before drawing back and clearing his throat. I knew exactly when his sweet moment had passed and he’d reverted to incorrigible Matt.
He squeezed the globe of my ass.
“Matt!” I yelped.
“Shh …” he cautioned. “I need to fuck you again, but just so we’re clear. You lose this ass I’m going to ask Millie to feed you waffles and fried chicken until you get it back.”
A baby’s cry on the monitor stopped the retort on my lips.
“Now you’ve done it,” Matt groaned.
“You shouldn’t have grabbed my ass,” I fired back as I moved to get up.
“Maybe she’ll go back to sleep,” he said hopefully. We listened for another minute, but Ellie’s cries only grew louder.
“Stay,” he ordered, jumping off the bed and pulling on his boxer briefs. “I’ll get her.”
As Matt went to get Ellie, I crawled off the bed and squeezed my thighs as I slipped into my nightgown. My husband was right, I’d be feeling him between my legs for a while. There was an exquisite soreness in my muscles reminding me of how primitive my husband could fuck.
And he was all mine.
Matt strolled back in with our daughter and my ovaries exploded the way they always do when I see this hot tableau. How couldn’t they when presented with a devastatingly handsome specimen—tall, muscled, tattooed man—cradling a tiny baby swathed in pink.
At this moment, I could cry with this emotion welling up inside me, but I smiled instead.
I sat back on the bed as Matt slid in beside me. He was still carrying Ellie in one arm as he scooted back to the headboard and sat.
“She has daddy wrapped around her little finger,” I said as we stared at our daughter, Eleanor Catherine Foster. She was a replica of Kate in coloring, but appeared to have my features. It was still undecided what color her eyes would eventually be. Right now, they were slate blue like her father’s, but Dr. Ryan said it could still change before her first birthday.
“Yup, but I’m glad Theresa is flying in this weekend though,” Matt said.
My husband had suggested hiring a part-time nurse/nanny to help me with Ellie. I balked at the idea and talked it over with my mom. She had visited during our wedding and had considered moving here permanently. When I gave birth to Ellie, that idea had become more appealing to my mom. So, she was flying in to stay with us for a few months to help us out with Ellie, and if she really liked it here then we’d start looking at a house for her.
“Do you need help setting up the guest room?” Matt asked.
The guest room was more like a guest suite and was on the other wing of this sprawling house that we had bought.
“It’s all ready for mom. Don’t you worry,” I assured. My husband didn’t really need to concern himself with all these things since he’d taken on extra responsibility by becoming a partner in Trent and Colt’s year-old venture Trident Asymmetrical Corp. With Cassie becoming pregnant, she had to step down from her position as one of their trainers.
As for myself, I was still figuring out what I was going to do, but for now, being a mother was my top priority. There was always consultancy work for the government, but I doubted Matt would want me to travel.
Matt, as always, was in-tune to my thoughts. “Hey,” he said quietly. “No regrets, right?”
Though I was certain what he meant, I still needed to ask. “About what?”
“This.” He curled his fingers into mine and brought the back of my hand to his lips, kissing it, before resting our linked hands over his heart. “Me. Ellie. Our home.”
“Never,” I replied and that was the truth.
“Good,” Matt whispered. “Because you and Ellie are my life.”
Simple words.
They were all I ever needed.