When he opened his eyes, he began shifting his hips, slow and gentle.
She moaned, trying to understand the sensations. The intense pleasure on her clit. The fullness in her pussy. The tightness and pressure in her anus. She gasped and moaned and grunted against it all, until he began shifting easier, her body far more accepting, and he moved a little faster now. His one hand slid over her breast, and he massaged her before his fingers moved toward her nipple where he pinched the bud in his tight grip.
Three things happened all at once in the most unexpected way. The vibe kicked up to the final speed. The fullness she experienced morphed into hot pleasure flooding her. And she wasn’t sure if she screamed or bucked or jerked or even if he had climaxed with her, all she knew was she orgasmed…and orgasmed…and orgasmed…until suddenly she wasn’t orgasming anymore, she was lying in a heap on the cold bathroom floor.
Minutes passed in blur of confusion. She couldn’t remember when he’d withdrawn his cock or removed the vibe and dildo, all she recalled was being wiped down with a warm cloth before he removed the rope then took her in his arms.
Now, being carried from the bathroom into the bedroom, she rested her head against his warm, damp chest. At the bed, he lay her down in the middle, and the mattress dipped when he joined her.
On his side, he ran his fingers down her stomach, staring into her eyes. She lay there, watching him, too. Silent. Recovering. For many, many, long minutes. Only when her mind returned fully did she dare talk. “So, is this the kinda love I have to look forward to?”
He gave her his sexy half-grin. “Yes, and it’s the best kind of love there is.”
“Oh, yeah, what kind of love do we have?” she asked, snuggling into him, feeling sore in the best kind of way.
He gathered her in his arms, pulling her as close as she could get, and chuckled. “Filthy, dirty love, of course.”
“Filthy, dirty love?” She laughed. “Sounds promising.”
“Oh, sugar, but it is that.”
“And will it always be?”
He stared at her and promised, “Always. Forever.”
Epilogue
From inside his kitchen, Maddox glanced out at his backyard through the window above the sink, where things had begun again for him and Joss. Exactly one year after his last party for the new rookies and his fellow cops, the backyard looked different now, or maybe he simply saw the world through new eyes.
He grabbed the plate of burgers off the counter and then exited through the patio door. From her spot at the outdoor sitting area around the fire pit, Joss smiled at him before she focused on her mother again. How beautiful she looked there with her wedding ring sparkling off the string of lights wound around their pergola, lighting up the outdoor space.
So many changes had happened, that nothing quite looked the same anymore. But they were the best kinds of changes. Their whirlwind adventure into dating had only lasted three months before Maddox insisted that she move in with him, and three days after that, he put a ring on her finger. Now, Maddox and Joss had been married for four months, and he liked all the finishing touches she’d put on the house.
Though the changes weren’t only personal, they were professional, too. While Maddox was the captain in the east, Joss stayed in the west, where in another two years, she’d likely get the promotion to detective that she’d wished for. The truth was, as much as Maddox feared that his career would overshadow hers, her connection to the chief kept everyone’s lips tightly shut. Besides, in the year that she’d been a cop, her work ethic stood apart from any connection she had to any of her superiors.
The warm air brushed across him as he moved to the grill, finding Grey in an eerily similar spot as where he’d been last year when Joss had come back into Maddox’s life and changed everything.
“You know,” Grey said when Maddox reached him. “I still think you’re the luckiest bastard out there.” He motioned to the rookies, who stood off near the bar quietly mingling among themselves. “Every year, I think they actually get hotter.”
“And every year, they also get younger,” Maddox reminded him, placing the burgers on the hot grill.
Grey frowned, tipping his beer at Maddox. “Careful. You’re beginning to sound like my mother.”
Maddox barked a laugh. “Then kill me.”
“Seriously, though,” Grey added with a smile, glancing at Joss, who sat with her parents over on the patio couches. “Look at you two, you’ve become totally domesticated.”
“Even more than you know.” Maddox added the burgers to the grill, knowing what he said next would cause a ripple. “Soon there will be three of us.”