Epilogue
Fox
Eight Months Later
“What do you say we head home Mrs. Adams?” I murmur into my wife’s ear. It sure took us long enough to get to this point. I asked her to marry me a month after shit went down with Agatha. Though a lot of it couldn’t be helped. The trial took up a good bit of time, and when her mother was finally sentenced to fifteen years behind bars, we all breathed a sigh of relief.
“You just want to take advantage of me in my state of tipsiness.” Her hair is up in some kind of fancy style, curls falling down, and she is in a white dress that hugs her curves and accentuates her figure that I love so much. But it’s the way she looks up at me that always gets me, like I’m her whole world and she without a doubt is mine.
“Are you trying to tell me you don’t like drunken sex?” I joke, spinning her around in a circle and then bringing her back into me.
“Oh, I love it. The best part of tonight is that our home is only a few short steps away. Race you there?” Our friends and family left a while ago. Gene, Cruz, Jax, and Sloane made up the people we had surrounding us. Cruz stayed, but not for long. Something about getting back to Florida because he’s finally ready to go after his woman. I heard him grumbling under his breath to Jax about that. Though it’s not like Jax and Sloane don’t need to get their shit together. They’re still circling each other, being friendly one day, then angry the next day. I think that has something to do with Jax and him worrying he’s too old for Sloane. It’s dumb, all of it. She’s nineteen, has a good head on her shoulders, and can probably run circles around him. Yet he’s still talking about how he’s too old for her. Jax is a dip shit, that’s what it boils down to, and if he keeps fucking around, Sloane will eventually get tired of waiting. Cruz called Jax a pussy as his parting words. I laughed because he’s not wrong. I’m still wondering who and what is happening that way when Melanie brings me back to her gaze.
“Unzip me?” She spins around in my arms, giving me her back.
“Fuck, sunshine, look at you, so damn beautiful it brings me to my knees.” I unzip her dress. I’m thankful for the darkness shadowing our bodies because Mel does a shimmy, leaving her in a pair of lace panties and nothing else.
“Who, me?” She tips her head over her shoulder. I see she’s cupping her breasts, licking her lips when she’s done speaking, and I already know what I’m going to do as soon as I get my hands on her.
“Yes, you. Get your sweet ass inside before I sink my cock inside you right now.” I watch Mel’s eyes darken with desire, and then she’s running into the house. I know for a fact she wouldn’t mind us having sex out here, but nothing beats having a flat surface so I can toss her around in all the positions that get her off.
I watch as she runs into the house, then I make my move, leaving everything to clean up for tomorrow. I’m stripping out of my shirt when I close and lock the door behind me. My belt is next, my shoes long since discarded. That’s when I hear my wife is moaning my name. I double-time my steps, making it to our bedroom in record time, wanting to watch the show she’s putting on.
Melanie’s fingers are thrusting in and out of her pussy, her head is tipped back, tits shaking while her other hand fists the sheets beneath her body.
“I see you started without me,” I interrupt her while stepping out of my pants and boxers.
“God, Fox, hurry up. You’re taking too long.” The thing about Mel is when she’s tipsy or drunk, her need for my cock is amplified ten-fold. Tonight, though, I’m going to take my sweet-as-fuck time.
“That’s okay. You wanna keep getting yourself off, or do you want my mouth?” I ask her. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her move that fast before. She takes her fingers out of her smooth-as-silk cunt, glistening with her essence. I watch as she coats her nipples with her wetness, causing me to lick my lips.
“I want you any way I can have you.” Mel is up on her knees.
“Scoot over. You’re gonna sit on my face. I’ll make you come, then I’m going to fuck the hell out of you, sunshine.”
“Yes, please,” she purrs. I lie on the bed, my body flat. This isn’t her first rodeo. My hands go out to grab hers as she slides her body up mine, making sure to stop to glide her pussy along my shaft.