Kind of creepy to some, I guess, but I just felt safe. Knowing that he had been watching over me all that time, knowing that he was ready to step in if I needed him, just as he did when I was in that gambling den.
“Angel,” he says as he enters the bathroom.
“That’s not two minutes.”
“Couldn’t wait any longer. I hope you’re ready for me.”
I grin, nodding. “Always,” I reply as he comes around the edge of the stall, looking like a million dollars in his wedding suit. “For you, I’m always ready.”
Chapter Fifteen
Second Epilogue
Oz
Ten years later
Malta is bent over the hood of the Camaro, her sensible lawyer dress flipped up over her waist, greasy fingerprints all over her ass and hips. I’m sure she had a reason when she came out to my garage this afternoon, but whatever it is can wait.
“Oh, God. Oz. Oh!” Her voice goes high pitched as I bottom out inside her cunt, my dick going deep, balls slapping against her thigh as I hit my stride.
“Look so good against that red paintwork, angel,” I grunt. “Looking like every man’s dream.”
She laughs, her hands grasping for a hold somewhere as she slides on the slick metal. “Oh, God…”
“Gonna make you come so hard you think it’s the first time all over again.”
Her pussy grips tight, and I know she’s getting close. Over the years I’ve learned every sign and signal that my baby is about to orgasm, and I can usually time my own to tip over the edge in sync. A glance at the clock tells me we have plenty of time. The customer who’s bought this reconditioned beast from me won’t be here for twenty minutes, and it’s ready to go.
I bet it’s seen some action in its time, but nothing like this. Even after ten years, Malta and I are animals with each other.
A quick slap on her ass makes her whine, her body going tense as she tries to hold on.
Part of me wishes I could have given Malta everything, right from the start, but there were some tough years, financially, after we got married. Didn’t stop us making babies though. First Rebecca, our special little girl, probably conceived the night I saved Malta from a sniper’s bullet. She’s got her mom’s eyes and my fierce personality, and even at ten years old there have been a few times I’ve been called into her school because she’s been fighting.
Every time, it turns out Rebecca was in the right. Some weaker kid was being picked on and she couldn’t stand by and watch. No way am I ever going to punish her for doing the right thing.
Then there was Helen, the apple of her daddy’s one eye, who’ll be seven this year. She was adopted, not because we couldn’t have more babies but because we wanted to give a home to someone who needed it. I know there will be some difficult discussions down the line. I’m sure she’ll want to know all about her birth parents, and there are some things there that won’t be easy, but we’ll do our best and make sure she knows she’s loved.
And talking of love, our youngest is three year old little Odysseus junior. He was a handful from the start, and it turns out he has a brain wired a little differently from most people. But once we understood that, all we wanted was to give him the support he needed.
If you can’t love your kids without judgment or conditions, whatever their lives throw at you, you have no business having kids at all.
“Oz, I’m there. Tell me, please! Give me permission.”
I grin at that. Sometimes she just tips over the edge but sometimes she likes to know I’m taking charge. “OK, angel. On three. Ready?”
She nods, a little mewl of desperation echoing in the large space of the garage.
“One.”
Her pussy contracts, milking me, and I grunt with the effort of holding myself back. Jesus, this girl’s got skills.
“Two,” I murmur, moving back and plunging deep, starting to go faster as I bring us both close to the end. She looks so beautiful with her short dark hair flipping against her shoulders, face flat against the metal hood of the Camaro. “Three.”
She lets out a squeal as her body trembles, and I shoot round after round of hot cum right up into her spasming cunt. Who knows, maybe we’re making another baby today? She swears and yelps, nails scrambling at the red paintwork, but I don’t care. If necessary, I’ll just tell the customer his car isn’t quite ready yet and give it another coat of wax.
That’s the advantage success brings, you can pick and choose your clients, and they’re happy to wait for the kind of quality you can provide.
“I need to get cleaned up,” she moans as she peels herself off the side of the car, my cock slipping out of her as she turns to kiss me.