He chuckles. "No. In fact, it looks like you want to take my cock right now."
"Yes!"
"But I need to get you ready first."
"I'm ready."
But he doesn't listen and starts working his tongue over my clit. I'm glad he didn't listen because it's even better than yesterday. I don't know how, but after just one time together he’s managed to figure out exactly how to make me whimper after a couple of seconds.
He gets on his knees, grabs a condom from the nightstand and gets between my legs. The tip of his cock is right at my entrance. He looks like he wants my consent and all I want to say is to get in already, so I do.
He teases my entrance over and over again until he pushes the head inside.
I gasp, my hands holding on to the mattress.
"Is it too much sunshine? Talk to me." He sounds so worried but all I'm feeling is a deep pleasure.
"No, keep going!"
He does what he's told and starts sliding in and out of me.
"You're so fucking wet. So good. This pussy feels so good. You're so perfect, sunshine."
He slides a hand between us and rubs my clit lightly. One second I'm in control, the next I'm crying out his name, holding on to the leaves that cover his chest. He follows me, groaning and pumping in and out of me until we're both completely wrecked.
"Fuck, I don't think we're going to leave this bed anytime soon."
"Sounds good," I reply. "I love you."
"I love you too sunshine. You're just perfect. I'm so thankful you're stubborn."
My smile is quick. "I don't think you'll be thankful in a few months."
"Oh believe me, I will."
Epilogue - One Year Later
“She’s perfect.”
“You’ve said that five times over the past couple of minutes.”
“Because she is.”
He’s teary-eyed, totally mesmerized by this tiny human who somehow carries pieces of both of us. I don’t judge him for it, I feel exactly the same.
“She really is.”
I’m holding Soleil, our first child. It’s always been a dream of mine to become a mother, and having Marcus by my side for it… it made everything more real. More bearable. I glance down at the scratches on his forearms, marks I left when I was clinging to him during labor, he never even flinched. I’m not exactly eager to go through that again anytime soon, but I know we will. We’ve always talked about having at least two.
I like the idea of them being there for each other for the rest of their lives. Perhaps because, as single children ourselves, we never had that.
I’ve gotten used to life in Pepys Island now. It’s very difficult to get my favorite brand of chips, one I craved most of my pregnancy but other than that, I feel incredibly lucky to have moved here. The staff at my school have been amazing and in August, we all got to experience the lake and its dangers on a sunny Saturday. It was an amazing day and they’ve actually come to understand that Marcus didn’t refuse the kids access for no reason. They still like to call themselves the best matchmakers of all time, and they make sure I keep them well-supplied with muffins as a thank-you for introducing me to ‘the love of my life’.
And living with Marcus? It’s honestly been the best. I moved in after what, a week? Which sounds totally insane—but when you know, you know. We were just so happy to have found each other.
Every day, Marcus picks me up from school, and the drive home has become one of my favorite parts of the day. We trade stories, me sharing about what the kids did, him filling me in on the latest drama from the guys, like how Damon apparently has a runaway bride living in his cabin. Who knew Marcus would turn out to be such a gossip? Certainly not me.
Marcus interrupts my reminiscing.
