big baby bump between us. She is due in a few months and it’s a good thing the house was finished in time. I know it was making her anxious, wanting everything to be done and just so before the twins arrive.
Yes. Twins. We were in L.A. for three months before she told me the news… and when we went to the doctor and found out there were two heartbeats, we practically fainted — both of us.
From happiness.
Because damn, I thought tossing the pigskin out on the field was what dreams were made of, but it turns out my real dreams are wrapped up in this woman, in building a life with her.
“Trudy won’t be here for a few hours for the baby shower, right?” Myra says, looking at the clock on the stove. “Which means we have time to—”
I don’t wait for her to finish the sentence. I pull my wife into my arms and kiss her hard. “God, I love you,” I moan between kisses. Then I lift her cute ass onto our brand-new countertop and hike up her dress. “No panties?” I groan. “You make me insane. You know that, right?”
She giggles. “I was hoping this was how we’d pass the time. Once the babies come, everything is going to change.”
“Not everything,” I say. “You will always be my priority, Myra. And we still have a few months before they arrive.”
She braces herself on the counter as I spread her knees. God, her pussy is sweet. “Good, that means more time for this.”
She purrs as I dip my mouth to her sweet cunt, licking her the way she loves, up and down her creamy slit until she is whimpering, my name on her lips.
“God, you’re nice and wet,” I say, teasing her pussy with my fingers before running my tongue over her clit, teasing her nub until she is begging me to finish.
“I’m so close,” she moans. “Make me come, Major. Make me come hard.”
I won’t make my sweetie wait. I pick her up in my arms and carry her to the bedroom. We have a four-poster bed and a big bay window facing the water, but I don’t care about the view right now. I only care about her.
She is on her back. I kneel before her, my finger flicking her clit until she is gripping the bedsheets. “Let me see your cock, please. Let me taste it.”
“Not yet, Myra,” I say, “I need more of you first.” I breath her cunt in, my cock rock hard and ready, twitching to life with anticipation. But I need more of her sweetness first. I press a finger inside her, then another, ramming my fingers into her until she is shaking, gushing, begging me to take her over the edge. Oh, I’ll take her anywhere she wants to go.
I finger fuck her nice and hard until her juicy pussy releases everything she held back and when she comes, she is loud. I laugh, loving the sound of my girl’s laughter. Feeling like a lucky fool to have that sound ringing through my home for the rest of my life.
I pull her to her knees, and she gets on all fours, her swollen belly resting on a pillow as I run my fingers over her slick folds and then ease my cock home.
“Oh yes,” she moans as I fill her up. I grin. My cock is hungry, but my heart is damn near satisfied.
Myra is more than my sweet-tea, more than my sunshine. She’s my goddamn heart and soul.
Epilogue 2
Myra
Five years later…
I exhale a sigh of relief.
Every picnic table is filled, the weather is gorgeous, and everyone is ordering extras.
A smile spreads across my face as I look around my restaurant. My restaurant! Who would have thought? Well, maybe Grandma Maylene. I feel like the luckiest girl to have all my dreams come true.
But as I look around the outdoor seating, I see table after table of true love stories, ones that happened before our very eyes. Georgie and Grady, my old boss, are here with their newborn daughter. Trista and Trent are sitting with Bailey and Billy. Vance and Valerie are here too, which means a lot. Valerie owns a local diner and she gave me lots of pointers when I started planning this opening.
“Looks like your gym buddies all made it,” I say to Major as he pauses to give me a quick kiss. He is holding a stack of menus and a tablet to take orders.