by Moore, M. K.
“Good girl. Come for me, Jez.” I feel her pussy clenching around me.
“Yes, oh god, yes.”
I fill her with my release.
“Damn,” I say, pulling out of her and helping her to her back.
“Ditto. Why is that always so amazing?”
“Cause you’re mine.” I lean down and kiss her lips. I then drag my lips down her chest and belly. “You were made to take my cock, my lips, my fingers,” I say.
“I like the sound of that. It might end up in a book.”
I chuckle, pulling one of her light brown nipples into my mouth. She squirms under me.
“Your mouth is a sin.”
“So is yours, Jez.”
I move us up to our pillows and pull her close to me. “Good night, Wife.”
“Good night, Husband.”
The next month flies by and before I know it, Mallory is in labor. My parents have been staying with us for the last two weeks because Dr. Mayer said it could be any day now. Twins are usually early, but we have made it to the due date and it’s happening. We are at the hospital; our parents are out in the waiting room. She has been at this for over sixteen hours.
“I hate you Malachi Goranson,” she spews at me, when another contraction rips through her.
“I am sorry, Jez. You’ve got this. You’re the strongest woman I know.”
“Fuck off with that shit,” she says.
“They all do that,” Dr. Patel says from between her legs. “Alright Mallory, one big push and your first baby will be here.”
She pushes with all her might and then screams. Fuck, I feel so helpless right now.
“Alright, Baby Boy Goranson is here, he says, and a hearty cry fills the room. He hands my son off to a waiting nurse. Mallory screams again but this one is different. It’s full of pain and anguish.
“Tamara, take Mr. Goranson out and tell the OR to prep, STAT.”
“Yes, Doctor. Mr. Goranson, come with me please.”
“What’s going on? Tell me what’s going on with my wife.” I stop and can do nothing but stare at the scene before me.
“Stop pushing Mallory. The other baby is in distress. We need to do a c-section. Stop pushing.”
“I can’t, it hurts. Save my baby,” she pleads over and over.
“Holy shit,” Dr. Patel says. “Keep doing whatever you are doing, Mallory, her head is out.”
A few minutes later, I hear another cry.
“What happened? What was wrong?” I demand.
“The cord was wrapped around her neck. She was far enough down the birth canal that your wife’s instincts took over.” He hands the baby to another nurse. “I am going to have to give your wife several stitches.”
Several stitches turned out to be about one hundred and forty both inside and out.
A few hours later, my heart has stopped beating out of my damn chest and we are sitting on Mallory’s hospital bed, each holding a baby.
“I am literally the happiest I’ve ever been, Malachi. I can’t believe they are finally here. I’m sorry I was such a bitch.”
“Don’t even think about it. I’m so happy as well. I thought I was going to lose you, Mallory. I don’t think I could have handled that,” I say with honesty.
“We’re more than just us now. We have to be even stronger than we were before.”
“I love you, Mallory. More than I ever thought possible. How do you manage to surprise the fuck out of me every day?”
“I don’t know, but I love you too. I can’t wait to get these cuties home.”
“Me either.”
I can’t wait to see what life has in store for us.
Chapter 17
Mallory
One Year After We Met
Fuck, this year has been a whirlwind. Kai, our adorable son, and Kayla our equally adorable daughter were born four months ago, on September seventeenth. He is the spitting image of his father right now. My heart melts every time I see Malachi holding him. Finally, after all this time, the premiere of Ryan’s Kiss is tonight. My husband is looking fine as hell in his tux, with his full beard. Yum. I am not sure I will make it through the whole movie before I need him. I love him more and more as each day passes.
Sure, we may have rushed head first into this marriage, but there hasn’t been one day that I have regretted it. He still gets moody, but once he let me love him, everything got better.
“Captain? Are you ready?” I ask, coming out of the closet, fully dressed, putting my earring in.
“I was just waiting on you, Jez,” he says before whistling. “Damn, baby, you look fucking beautiful.”
“Thanks,” I say, twirling around so he can see that the back of the black dress dips open all the way down to my ass.
“You can’t wear that,” he says, growling.
“I have to. No time to change now anyway. My mom has the babies until tomorrow afternoon. Do you know what I am looking forward to the most tonight?”
“Your multi-million-dollar dream come true?”
“Well yeah, of course, that, but what I am really looking forward to is at least eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. It’s gonna be amazing,” I say wistfully.
Man, a date with my bed is just what the doctor ordered. I'm beyond exhausted and my tits hurt but in the best possible way. At least I get some major words written when Kai is strapped to my chest. It's his favorite place to be. Kayla, not so much. She loves her daddy.
“I am looking forward to finally fucking your sweet pussy again. You sure you got the all clear?” he asks, concerned.
“All clear,” I say, smiling before kissing him. We have had to wait several additional weeks before having sex again because I had an infection from some stitches that didn’t dissolve right. As of this morning though, I am good to go. Thank God. I’ve been about to lose my mind. He’s turned me into a sex-crazed monster, and you know what? It’s made my writing better, more realistic. This year, I managed to write A Soldier's Dream which is about an injured vet and his hunt for a bride. I also wrote A New Forever, the story I started on the way back from France. Let’s just say my publisher was pleased with the totally different stories I managed to come up with and extended my contract for twenty more books over the next ten years. It’s going to be great.
Margo finally finished up in France. Baby Juniper was born there since they had to wait until Margo could travel before coming home. She and Mark moved into the apartment across the hall. We still do all the same bestie stuff we did before, but Margo has loosened up. She actually reads my books now and can say the words pussy and cock. Mark has been amazing for her.
We ended up buying the empty apartment on the other side of us for 1.6 million dollars and completely gutted it, making one huge ass apartment with five additional bedrooms. Leo gave us the friends and family discount. So he says. I think he was tired of it being vacant, which it had been since the building opened. Gwen and Leo along with their brood moved in across the hall as well. Now it has finally gotten the TLC it needs. We love this apartment and we never want to move.
425 Madison Avenue is not only the perfect place to fall in love, it's also the perfect place to raise a family.
I know a lot of people move to the suburbs when they start popping out kids, but that won’t be us. We are going to split our time between here and Cody in the summers though. Winter in Wyoming is not where you want to be. So. Much. Snow.
“Let's go, baby. I'm so fucking proud of you. Jacob and Marissa are waiting downstairs. The limo is here,” Malachi says. I nod and grab my gold clutch that is just big enough to fit my phone, and we walk out of the apartment hand in hand.
After the incident with Chad, we beefed up security. I'm never alone except to use the bathroom, but honestly, I barely notice them. Down in the limo, I start the night off right with some prosecco.
Jacob and Marissa are still dealing with the aftermath caused by Stella. Their daughter Ellie was born about two months ago. They are just the cutest. Ja
cob rented an apartment on the fifth floor when he started working as my bodyguard. I knew he lived in the building I just didn’t know where. Marissa moved in pretty much as soon as he claimed her.
Lance and Lana’s boy, Terrance, was born a few weeks after Kai and Kayla. Lance already lived in the building on the thirty-first floor, but no one knew. Their story is their own to tell though.
It’s nice to have all my best friends so close by. We have girl’s night on Sundays. What used to be wine and movies is now a lot of decaffeinated tea and talk about our husbands.
The premiere was amazing. Seeing my name on the big screen like that made me realize just how many of my dreams have come true. I’m barely twenty-four and I’ve accomplished everything I’ve wanted to, and a few things I didn’t even know I wanted.
Looks like it’s time for new goals. First new goal? Getting pregnant again, as soon as possible. We both want a big family, thankfully.
When Margo said she had to go to France all those months ago, I never ever thought that I’d fall in love with her older brother or fall so quickly. Or so magically. He is everything I ever wanted in a man and more.
So. Much. More.
I am a firm believer in things happening for a reason and I will always be thankful that he let me love him.
Right now, the only thing I want to do is get all kinds of knocked up again by the sexiest man in world.
Chapter 18
Malachi
Nine Years Later
“Take it, Mallory. Take my dick,” I growl as I pound into her. It’s six in the morning. The kids aren’t up yet. It’s the only time I get to do this and get to do it properly.
“Fuck, I am. Keep giving it to me.”
“I’ll never stop.”
I pull out after I fill her with my seed. Ten years later, my wife is still gorgeous. After six kids, I had a vasectomy, but it didn’t take. I am more than a little proud of that. Her sexy belly is round with my seventh child, and our second girl. I don't know how she does it. She's a superhuman. In our decade together, she's written countless books. Had two more made into feature films and four made into Amazon Originals. She is also an amazing mother to our brood. I can't get over all the things she has accomplished in such a short amount of time. We are loving the apartment still, and we haven't outgrown it yet.
Tonight is going to be a rare treat for us. Both sets of grandparents are each taking three kids until Tuesday after school. Her parents still live in the Brooklyn house Mallory grew up in. My parents bought the house next door to them when it went up for sale. Between Margo’s kids and mine, Cody was impractical for them. They wanted to see the kids every day. So, they moved. It was much easier than moving four adults and thirteen—almost fifteen—children. Margo’s pregnant right now too. We still have the ranch out there, but they are renting it out for the time being. I just have to get through the day, and we are home free.
Mallory is already asleep again and I don't need to be up until seven-forty to be out of the house at eight. I lie back down and close my eyes. On a typical morning, I drop the oldest four off at school, then our four-year-old at daycare. The youngest still stays at home with Mallory. I do all this before work at nine-fifteen. Once Kai and Kayla were born it became very evident that my working at home days were done, but I was ready.
Nowadays, people don't stare as much as they used to and the advances that have been made in prosthetics make it next to impossible to even tell I have an artificial leg.
I must have fallen asleep, because I jerk awake when my alarm goes off. I slip out of bed and get dressed quickly. I get the kids up, dressed, and fed. Thank God it is a smooth morning.
Once the kids are off to school, I head downtown to Eros Security to begin my day. There are many facets to my job these days except I still don't provide personal protection.
By five o’clock, I’m ready for the weekend as well as some kid-free time. I’ve planned a surprise trip to Miami.
With the help of Eddie, my father-in-law, who is also one of my best friends these days—Mark and Jacob are the other two—we’ve been upgraded to First Class as usual. This is the first trip we’ve taken since he was made the department head of mechanics worldwide for the airline. He doesn’t do any repairs anymore, and he swears this promotion is better than retiring. His perks are more extensive too.
At five-fifty, I make it home to a quiet house. I look over at my sister’s apartment. I still can’t believe it’s been four years since Maisey passed on. She left her apartment to my sister. Maisey’s children didn’t like that, but when they read the harsh letter addressed to them that accompanied her will, they shut up really quick. They got everything else she left behind. I got to know her really well over the course of our friendship and I miss that crazy old lady something fierce.
“Malachi? What are you up to? Our mothers came by here and stole our kids; told me to pack bathing suits. Where are we going?” she yells as soon as I close the door.
I walk into our bedroom, but still don’t see her. Going further in, I see her standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, rubbing lotion all over her body.
“Jesus, that is just what a man wants to see when he comes home from work.”
“Save it. What’s going on?”
“We are going away for the weekend. A quick trip down to Miami.”
“I hate to be a pregnant bitch, but I’m going to look like a beached whale. I am also seven months pregnant. Do we really want to be so far from home?”
I am about to tell her yes, we really do, when she starts crying.
“Aww, shit, Jez. Don’t cry. You know what that does to me.”
“I’m sorry. I am really not doing this on purpose. I really can’t be a beached whale right now.”
“Alright, we can postpone Miami. Have Nini and Nana bring the kids back,” I propose.
“Now, let’s not get crazy. I just said I didn’t want to go to Miami. That doesn’t mean we can’t have a crazy, sexy staycation,” she says, wiping her tears.
I walk up behind her, and wrap my arms around her, resting my hands on her belly.
“Do you remember Naked Saturday, from before Kai and Kayla were born?”
“Yeah, we had a fair few of those.” We’d spend all day Saturday naked unless we had to go out. It was freeing and so much fun.
“I think this kid-freeness calls for an entire Naked Weekend.”
“Oh, I can get on board with that, but I think you are overdressed.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I say, stripping off my blazer and white shirt.
“Let me help you with these,” she says, unbuckling my belt. She maneuvers me until I am sitting on the plush red velvet bench she has in here. She slides my shoes off first, then my pants. She takes my leg off and kisses my scars like she does every time she undresses me. My hands automatically go to tangle in her long hair. She takes my boxers off and then leads me to our bed. “I’m sorry I ruined your plans.”
“This will be better, baby,” I say as she snuggles into me. I don’t really know what I was thinking. She has been so tired with this pregnancy.
“I love you,” she says, kissing my arm.
“I love you too, more and more every day,” I say honestly.
I am the luckiest man in the world. I am thankful every day that I was able let her love me and love her with everything that I am in return.
Epilogue
Mallory
Four Years Later
Our fifteenth wedding anniversary started out like the last fourteen, except this one is different. I just don’t know how it is different yet. It’s Christmas and everything always feels magical.
Kayla, our fourteen-year-old daughter is holding Skye, our four-year-old daughter. They are helping me get into a dress I didn’t know I had. It’s a white lace, floor-length, tight dress with capped sleeves. It looks great on me, if I do say so myself. At thirty-eight, I thought I was done having babies, but this one surprised me.
I didn’t get pregnant after Skye until weeks ago. I still haven’t told anyone, I was going to tell Malachi tonight. I had missed three periods before I thought something was wrong. I thought it was early menopause, I was shocked to hear I was twelve weeks pregnant. Somehow, I’ve never gotten morning sickness during any of my pregnancies.
Once I am dressed, I come out of my bathroom where Kayla is playing on the floor with Skye. While I was in there, Kayla changed into a Christmassy, red dress, also floor-length but not as tight. She also redressed Skye in a green dress with a poufy tutu. Both are barefoot as am I. The dress didn’t come with shoes. When did they get pedicures? My mind is reeling right now.
“Mama, you look pwetty,” Skye says, toddling over to me and outstretching her arms. I lift her up and set her on my hip.
“Thanks, baby girl,” I say, snuggling her neck.
“Yeah, Mom. You look great. Dad is going to die,” Kayla says, laughing.
“Kayla Claire, tell me what’s going on right now!” I demand. I try to sound harsh, but I can’t help the laughter bubbling up.
“I can’t Mom. Just trust me, okay?”
“Fine,” I say. I don’t like surprises.
“Let’s go, Mom. All will be revealed shortly,” she says, looking at her phone. Kayla is my little general. She helps me run a tight ship.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Stop asking questions. Go with the flow.” She leads me out of the apartment and to the elevator.
“Wait, we need shoes. It’s snowing,” I say, trying to tug Kayla back.
“Relax. We aren’t going outside,” she says.
Once in the elevator, she pushes the basement button. What the fuck?
The doors open, and I see pretty much everyone I know.
Marissa and Jacob and their kids.
Margo and Mark and their kids.
Lance and Lana and their kids.
Gwen and Leo and their kids.
