Bachelor No More

“You are as smart as you are beautiful,” I tell her. She reaches between us, lifts up a little, and guides my dick into her pussy.

“I have my moments,” she moans.

“Yes, you do, wife.”

“Ooh, I love that, husband.”

With one little conversation, she soothed my fears and made me fall even more in love with her. She's amazing.

“I love you,” I tell her.

“I love you too. Now, I believe you promised me a baby, sir.” She grins at me, and while it's probably not a challenge, I take it as one.

“Oh, Hilda, I always keep my promises,” I tell her before taking charge of the situation. She squeals as I flip her over onto her back and fuck into her over and over until we’re both panting, sweaty messes.

It may have been crazy, moving as quickly as I did, but once you find the one person meant for you, you snap them up before someone else does. I am ready for the rest of my life now that she's by my side.

Epilogue

Hilda

I stare down at the positive pregnancy test in my hands in disbelief, though I really shouldn't be surprised. Our son, Warren, affectionately referred to as Four, is only twenty weeks old. As soon as those six weeks to heal were up, Warren was all over me, and I loved it. I was all over him too. I can’t get enough of that man. He’s my rock, my happy place, my life.

We wanted lots of kids and now we are on the way to achieving that. Warren comes into the bathroom and stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

“Can you believe the Alpha’s added a woman as a starter on the team? ” he asks.

“I know. It’s a huge step forward for women. Brandon is a little weirded out, but he’ll get over it.”

“I negotiated for the team, but I am glad her lawyer got her such a good contract… Is that what I think it is?” he asks after looking down at what’s in my hands.

“Yep. I’m pregnant again.”

“That’s great news, baby,” he says squeezing me.

“We’ve got this,” I say.

“That we do,” he says, kissing my neck.

“Come back to bed. It’s early. We can celebrate.”

“That sounds amazing,” I say as I let him take me by the hand and lead me back to bed, where he dominates me in every way.

My robe is long gone, and he has his face buried in my pussy. He licks and sucks on my pussy lips before putting two fingers inside of me.

“Still so tight,” he murmurs, kissing up my belly before reaching my lips.

“I thought we were celebrating,” I say, rubbing against him heatedly.

“Oh, we are, my love. We are,” he says as slides into me slowly.

“Mmm,” I moan as I wrap my legs around his waist.

For the next few hours, he loves me as if he’s a man possessed. There is nothing that matters more to me than this.

Than us.

Then the family we make together.

We’re better together than we were apart and every day proves that. I can’t wait to see what else in store for us.

Epilogue

Warren

Nineteen Years Later

My sixtieth birthday dawns like most days in the last nineteen years. My wife is in my arms and I am still the happiest man on Earth.

Four, our oldest son, is graduating from high school today before heading on to Harvard next fall. He wants to be a doctor and I stand behind him every step of the way.

“Good morning, my sexy silver fox. Happy birthday,” Hilda says, running her finger nails through my beard. I haven’t fully retired yet but I stopped handling divorces a long time ago. I am a contract lawyer now and it’s done wonders for my soul.

“Thank you, baby.”

“I have a whole day planned, but you can sleep in for a while longer.”

“I’m awake now,” I say, chuckling.

“Oh, in that case,” she says, pulling the blankets back. She grips my rapidly hardening dick and sucks me deep into her throat.

“Baby, you don’t have to do that,” I say, praying that she doesn’t actually stop.

“I want to. You know how much I love pleasing you,” she says, after coming up for some air before getting back to work.

Fuck, she’s perfect for me. I knew it the minute I met her and every day since then she proves me right.

After that delightful way to wake up, I head into the home office Hilda and I share. One side is dark oak while the other is lavender and mint colored. My desk is neat and orderly whereas hers looks like an explosion of post-it notes and old coffee cups. She’s on a deadline for a new book and won’t let me read this one until it’s done. She read all of the other books she’s written since we’ve been together out loud to me as she went along. I am dying to hear what she’s written in this one, but she’s being so secretive.