We scribbled our signatures and handed the paperwork over to him. He stamped it and made a copy of one of the sheets. “Yay. Congrats. You’re married.” He pushed his glasses up the rim of his nose. “That will be forty dollars.”
Best forty dollars ever spent.
“Next!” the clerk shouted.
We didn’t care about who was next. Jaxon and I kissed, even if the clerk were unromantic, this was our first kiss as husband and wife.
And I knew it would be a kiss I’d remember for the rest of my life.
Epilogue
Jaxon
Ten years later.
Holland and Holt played in the sand as we sat on the beach. They were twins. Their faces looked alike, but the hair was how we told them apart. Holland, my beautiful daughter, she had my black hair and brown eyes while Holt, my son, had Quinn’s blonde hair and light brown eyes. They were our world. And when we had them, we knew our family had been completed.
No more kids for us. They were a handful. And we decided if we wanted more kids, we would adopt, something Quinn had been getting more and more interested in as the twins got older. They were turning nine this year. Time was flying by.
Sebastian, Grayson, Owen, and Heaven were building sandcastles with Holt and Holland, digging a deep ditch because they really wanted to bury Heaven until all that was left was his head sticking out of the sand.
I reached for Quinn’s hand and flipped to my side. She was asleep, sandwich in one hand and a book flat against her chest.
How the hell Quinn maintained such a good figure after carrying twins and eating like she did, I would never know. It had to be because we had so much sex because it was the only exercise she got.
I took out my phone and took a picture to add to the collection I had of her falling asleep with food in her hand. I chuckled, reached around, and tried to take the peanut butter and jelly away when she tightened her grip.
“Don’t even think about it, or you’ll spend the next week on the couch,” she warned.
I rolled on top of her and pinned her wrists above her head. “You’d miss me too much if you did that. You’ll come crawling to the couch like you always do, begging for my cock.”
“I do not,” she weakly argued, moaning quietly as I ran my tongue up her neck. “The kids,” she said.
“Are busy with their uncles,” I said, nipping her jugular vein and then sucked. “And you do beg for my cock. You always want me.” I wanted her right now. If it were up to me, I’d put another baby in her, but she was on birth control.
“I can’t help it that I kick you to the couch in anger and then miss you filling me.” She thrust her hips onto my hard cock, and I covered her mouth with my hand when I knew she was about to moan.
I stood and grabbed her arms along the way, tossing her over my shoulder to run behind the cliff for privacy like two randy teenagers. “We will be back!”
“You animals!” Heaven shouted from his hole in the ground.
Hell yeah, I was an animal. No one had a wife that looked like mine. I ran toward the nook of the cove that no other person had ever seen because we owned it. We bought the entire strip of beach below our house that went on for four miles. It was private property, and we knew kids sneaked down to our beach, like all rowdy teens looking to feel badass crossing land they weren’t allowed to be on, and it didn’t bother us. We did the same when we were young.
I ducked my head when we entered the cave-ish nook, and I grabbed Quinn by the ass and set her down, not wasting a second to dive my tongue into her mouth. The cave was damp and a bit c
old, dark from the lack of light, but it was perfect when we were out here and needed a quick release. She moaned into my mouth as she fumbled with the ties of my swim-trunks. When they were loose enough, she stuck her hand inside and stroked my cock.
My breaths came out broken and shaky as the heat of her palm wrapped around me. “Fuck, you feel good, baby,” I said as I tilted my head back. Her hand was gone and in the next instance, her lips slid down my shaft. “Oh, fuck!” I yelled and rocked onto my toes from the unexpected sensation. My hand pressed against the top of the cave and my other hand buried in her hair as she sucked me.
Damn, I loved it when she gave me a blowjob. It was the best feeling in the world. The way she rolled her tongue over the tip, the way she slurped me like she was thirsty for my come, and I loved it when she used one hand to jerk me in rhythm with her mouth.
She popped off too soon and then wiped the back of her mouth on her hand. I growled, displeased that she’d unwrapped the seductive massage of her lips from my cock. “Get on your hands and knees,” I ordered, pressing my fingers against her hips to make her turn. She fell to her knees and then her hands, peeking over her shoulder as she waited for me. My legs hit the ground next, the sand dug into my skin, scratching and pinching like annoying grains of glass. I pushed her bikini bottoms to the side and plunged my cock in her cunt.
Her blonde hair flicked over her head when she whipped it back on a passionate moan that echoed around us in the cave. The noises were fuel. I used them to fuck her harder just as she liked, and her cries grew louder the deeper I planted myself.
“This pussy gets better and better.” I raised my hand and slapped her ass, bringing another sexual sound from her.
“Jaxon, I’m so close. You feel too good. I can’t hold back,” she said just as her arms gave out, and her cheek smashed against the sand. The new position had her ass higher in the air, and her fingers dragged along the sand when I picked up speed. My sack slapped against her clit, and it wasn’t long before her muscles constricted around me. What was so great about being together for so long was we knew what the other liked and we could have sex for hours or pull a quickie like we were now.