Three Years Later

“I’m going to get you!” I warned, chasing the screaming toddler in a circle that went from our dining room, through the kitchen, into the living room, the entryway and then back into the dining room.

Dylan screamed and laughed his response.

“You better go,” I warned again.

“Daddy!” Dylan laughed again. “No!”

I was trying to wear the ball of energy down because Ashtyn and I had a wedding to go to and my mother was coming over to watch him for the night.

Kenny and Abby were taking the plunge. It took Kenny two years to propose, and I was surprised he didn’t do it sooner, but they weren’t on the high-speed roller coaster Ashtyn and I were on. I don’t think anyone was on the ride with us, but I wouldn’t change it.

Corey went to prison and got thirty-seven years for trying to kill me. Ashtyn is now the lead anchor for the evening news, and yours truly has eight Emmys now. Ashtyn has ten, but who’s counting? We got hitched, and then two months later we were pregnant with Dylan. We’re now expecting another. I was hoping for a girl because Romi wasn’t planning on having any more kids. Ethan and Carter only had boys, and both my mother and Ashtyn’s mom begged us over and over to birth a girl as though I could talk to my sperm and tell them they’d better produce a baby with a vagina or else.

“All right, stinker. It’s time to take a nap so I can shower with Mommy.”

“Shower. Mommy?”

I picked him up and started to walk upstairs. “We’re saving water, buddy, because you’re trying to eat us out of house and home. You need to get a job.”

Dylan laughed.

“I know. Your old man is funny.”

“Funny!” he agreed.

I placed Dylan in his crib. “Be a good boy and go night-night, okay?”

He stared up at me and then started to sit up.

“No, no. Close your eyes and when you open them after you wake up, Grammy will be here.”

“Grammy?”

“Yeah, buddy. Uncle Kenny and Auntie Abby are making it official, and I need to make sure he doesn’t chicken out.”

“Chicken nuggets.”

I laughed. “Grammy will make you some for dinner. Take a little nappy, okay?” I gave him his brown teddy bear. “Boo Bear is sleepy. Take a nap with him.”

Dylan snuggled closer to Boo Bear and then closed his eyes. I wasn’t sure if it was my words, the fucking bear, or the fact that I’d chased him around the house for ten minutes. Whatever it was, meant it was go time to save water.

“We need to hurry,” I informed Ashtyn, slipping into the shower behind her.

“I’m ready,” she replied and pushed me until I was sitting on the built-in shower seat. “But you’re not.”

We both looked down at my crotch. “Nothing your mouth can’t fix.”

Ashtyn smirked and without another word got on her knees and then grabbed my dick. It started to harden right away. She sucked. She licked. She did some flicks with her tongue over the tip, and sure enough, I was now rock hard.

“We’re not saving water,” I pointed out.

“What?” she asked, my cock popping out of her mouth.

“Nothing. Suck, baby. Suck.”

Ashtyn returned to her task, running her tongue along the underside of my shaft. She added her hand, stroking me in sync with her bobbing head.

“Fuck,” I groaned and leaned my head back against the tiled wall.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, sending a vibration down my entire dick and straight to my balls. Ashtyn cupped my sack and started to massage. I was getting closer and closer to coming, but then she stopped. Without a word, she stood, straddled my hips and then guided herself down and around my cock.

Bareback.

Fucking best feeling in the entire world.

The first time Ashtyn let me go without a condom was on our honeymoon. She’d asked me what I thought about making our fourth bedroom a nursery, and I was all for it. That afternoon—and the rest of our honeymoon in Hawaii, was spent trying to make Dylan. We didn’t conceive him on that trip, but two months of trying led to me getting to go another nine months without a rubber. After Ashtyn had Dylan, she got on the pill, and just five months ago we decided to try to have another.

Once you go bareback, you never go back.

Now, as I look down at our adjoining hips, her little belly was sticking out, and pride started to swell in my chest. I’m not much of a crier—didn’t shed a tear when I was shot, but the day Dylan was born, I cried like a fucking baby.

“Yeah, baby,” I encouraged.

Ashtyn was rocking back and forth making my cock go as deep as it could. Her breasts were bouncing in my face, and I latched onto one of them, needing to taste her. Any part of her. Didn’t fucking matter. I loved every inch of this woman.

“I’m close,” she panted.

“Me too,” I replied and grabbed her ass, spreading her wider.

She moaned against my neck and came as she bowed into me. I was right behind her, spilling into her pussy like cream being piped into a cupcake. To this day, I can’t look at a cupcake and not think of Ashtyn Cole, my wife, my soulmate.

Abby was officially Mrs. Kenny Blackwell.

No one had objected to their union, and now after dinner was served, Ashtyn and I were dancing on the dance floor before we needed to head home. The DJ started to play When A Man Loves a Woman by Percy Sledge, and as Percy sang the words that I felt to my core about Ashtyn, we swayed our hips that were pressed together.

“Remember what I told you the night we met?” I asked into her ear.

She pulled her head off my shoulder. “You asked me a lot of questions, but what are you referring to?”

I smiled warmly. Ain’t it funny how life changes? One minute you want to drawn your anger away with alcohol, and the next you meet the one person who’s your reason for breathing. The person who is the center of your universe.

“I told you that you were going to make some guy really happy one day. And you know what?”

“What?”

“You have.”