Epilogue
Lainey
Five years later…
I peek out the window wondering when the mailman is going to get here. Normally it’s every day at two, but it’s fifteen after two and still nothing.
If he doesn’t bring my package everything is going to be ruined. I glance over at Phoenix, who is sound asleep on the sofa. He crashed out early today for his nap. His daddy took him out for an early fishing trip.
When he got home I’d sent him on his way with a list of things that needed to be done. He didn’t question me, happily taking the list and giving me a hard deep kiss. Normally I’d do all those things, but I needed him out of here.
He likes to keep me home so he was all about looking after the list of items to keep me locked away at home, even more so now that I’m knocked up again, with our second child. Another little boy. I have a feeling this might be our last. Carver gets so worked up when I’m pregnant, which doesn’t even make sense. He loves getting me pregnant and seeing my belly round, but he also worries himself too much.
I place my hand on my belly, rubbing the little bump I have there. Carver said he wanted a girl, but when I reminded him of dating and sending her off into the world he had a giant change of heart. The relief on his face when the doctor said it was another boy was almost comical. Besides, I like being the only girl in his life.
I glance over at the clock again. I know Carver won’t be home for hours, but I’m still excited. I have a naughty night planned for us. Today is the anniversary of when he took my virginity.
Last week when we’d been out, a man hit on me. Carver scared the man off, then told me about how he was going to tie me to our bed so he wouldn’t have to worry about anyone thinking they could try and lure me away from him. I’d rolled my eyes, but my pussy had clenched, and now I can’t get the idea of being tied down to the bed out of my mind.
But I want it to be a surprise and I was scared he’d be the one who would receive the delivery box with the straps in it for our bed.
I’m also a little worried about how the box will be labeled. I blush a little, glad we have a female mail carrier. I jump up and rush for the door when I see the mail truck, forgetting that I’m dressed in a robe with nothing but a small tee and underwear on underneath.
Out of the mail truck comes a man I’ve never seen before. He looks to be a little older than me, with shaggy blonde hair. He’s not our normal mail carrier Martha.
“Where’s Martha?” I ask as he carries my box towards me.
He licks his lips, his eyes roaming over my body. I fight an eyeroll. Thank God my husband isn’t home.
“I wouldn’t mind having her route if I got to see you every day.” He says it with a cocky smirk. He steps onto my, porch crowding my space while handing me the box. He looks down at the shipping label, and his eyes widen. I look down to see the return address carries the name Tie Her Down.
“Shit,” I mumble.
“I’m more than willing to lend a hand.”
I go to respond, but then all the hairs on my body stand up at the sound of a loud growl. I grab the box from the postman and turn around and run into the house. Moments later I hear squealing tires and I know the postman just booked it out of here, too. I dart into our bedroom, looking for somewhere to hide the box, but Carver is on me.
Panicked, I toss the box. It hits the wall and drops to the floor.
“What did that little prick give you?” he growls, going for the box. I step in front of him.
“Mail. He’s the mailman.”
“We have a mailwoman.” He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him.
“Not today, it seems.” I rest my hands on his shoulders, hoping he forgot about the box.
“I can’t leave this house for five minutes without someone sniffing around you. Maybe my princess needs a tower,” he growls before tossing me on the bed. He goes for the box and I’m no match for his speed.
He rips it open easily and peers inside. He pulls out the straps and tosses them on the bed.
“This will work too.”
I have no idea how long I was in those straps. I only know that I came so many times I passed out in them.
Epilogue
Carver
Seven years later…
It’s been a long day at work, and I’m ready to get home to my Lainey and the boys. Not to mention today’s my birthday. It’s weird because normally Lainey makes a really big deal about birthdays, especially since we’ve had kids. But this morning when I woke up, she was in such a rush she didn’t even mention it.