by Tory Baker
Epilogue
Six years later
Kendall
“Declan, no more babies. I want to enjoy our four we have,” I grouse out as he tries to chase me around our bedroom.
“One more, Kendall. Just one more,” he pleads.
“I’ll think about it.” I smile to myself. I love our four children. Logan is five years old, Autumn is four, Matthew is two, and our youngest, Nicole, just turned one. We’ve been busy, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
“That’s all I can ask. You ready to leave for vacation tomorrow?” Declan questions.
“Yes, I’m just glad Nicole is done nursing. I can wear clothes that don’t have to be so easily accessible to my breasts now.” I’m already mentally picking out what I’m going to wear on our family trip to Aruba. The whole family is going, including my mom. With both grandmas and grandpa there, I’m hoping we can sneak off and have a date night and maybe not have a kid or two sneak into our bed in the middle of the night.
“But I like them easily accessible.” He laughs, and I feel two hands engulf my breasts. My nipples are already pebbled. My head goes back and lays on his chest. We’re in the master bathroom. The mirror is in front of us and I can see us together.
Declan whips my shirt up and over my body and wrenches my cotton shorts down. I’m left in just my panties and him in a pair of shorts. The feel of his warm skin against mine. I try to turn around so my nipples can be abraded by the light smattering of hair on his chest, but he keeps me firmly in front of him.
I watch in the mirror as his hand glides down my body and into my panties. Watching him pleasure me is a memory I’ll never replace. My hand goes behind my back. I try to work his shorts off of him. I want him naked. Once his shorts are dropped to the ground, I work on sliding mine down my legs.
“Declan,” I moan. “I want to be bare. Skin on skin, please,” I beg. He wrenches my panties off with one hand and we’re both bare, just how I like it. He watches his fingers disappear inside my pussy. I can see his nostrils flare as he smells my essence. I’m practically dripping.
My hand goes behind me and I grasp his cock and stroke its hard length.
“Fuck, Kendall. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grinds out. He takes his fingers out of me and moves me to where I’m standing on one leg and my knee is on the vanity. I’m open to him. I watch as he grabs his cock and lines it up with my pussy and with one hard thrust, he’s all the way to the hilt inside me.
“Oh my God, Declan. You have to move. Please,” I say as I start to move my body, but not getting enough leverage in this position, so I do the one thing I know I can to give me some relief. I bring my hand down to my pussy and finger my clit.
“Kendall, if you don’t move those fingers off of my pussy, I’m going to spank you,” he grunts out as he finally starts to thrust in and out of me at a slow pace.
I move my fingers, reluctantly. I’m already on the cusp of coming, and I can feel my pussy start to convulse.
“Don’t you come, Kendall. Not yet. We come together,” he murmurs into my ear.
I somehow manage to hold off until I see him looking at where we’re connected. His cock is slick with my juices and I detonate and scream out, “Declan!”
My whole body is shaking. He pushes my back down and continues to thrust in and out of me. My nipples are on the cold vanity, and it heightens my experience. When I feel his fingers manipulate my clit, pinching and pulling, I know another orgasm, one that’s more intense, is coming.
“Get there, Kendall. This time we come together,” he demands. I can feel the sweat dripping from his body onto my body. I lift my head and catch him in the throes of his own orgasm. I come with him this time. This one more intense. I’m left depleted in the most delicious way.
“I love you, Kendall,” he whispers into my ear as he carries me into the shower.
“I love you more, Declan.” I have one more surprise up my sleeve. This one I’m waiting to tell him tomorrow over breakfast with the kids before we leave.
Declan
Kendall left me this morning to get the kids up and moving and to make breakfast. I tried to get up, but she wasn’t having any of it. Truth be told, after last night, I could use another hour of shut eye. She wrung me dry. Our lives keep getting better and better.
I hear the kids running up and down the hallway next to our bedroom. The one drawback to our home is that it’s not a split floor plan, so if Kendall gets too loud in our lovemaking, it usually wakes up one of the kids which is why last night I cornered her in the bathroom. I wanted her coming and screaming as much as possible before we leave to spend time with the family.
I can’t wait to see what we can get away with while we’re down on the island, and if I can persuade her into one more child. I’m not sure why I’m pushing for another. Our four are happy and healthy, but I think I miss her being pregnant most.
I groan as I get out of bed, pull on a pair of shorts and go into the bathroom to do my morning ritual. When I’m done, I go to the master bedroom door that’s still shut. Waiting until I hear their laughter and feet stomping and running down the hall before I open and yell, “Gotcha!” They all scream, “Daddy!” and I take off after them, only stopping as we approach the stairs to go down. I place Autumn on my shoulders as she squeals with joy and Logan on my hip. I know before too long they’ll be too big to do this, but for the time being I’m going to keep our tradition alive.
Matthew and Nicole must be downstairs with Kendall. We have the gate up so they can’t climb up and down the stairs by themselves.
We make our way down there and I see banners hung up in the kitchen that say “Surprise!”
“What’s all this?” I question Kendall.
“The kids and I have something to tell you, Declan. Ready kids?” she asks all four of the kids.
“Ready,” they yell.
“On the count of one, two, three….We’re pregnant, Daddy!” they all laugh and scream out of sync.
I’m stunned silent, yet I have the biggest smile on my face. Fuck, what this woman does to me.
“I love you guys,” I say as I wrap them up as much as I can with all of our children.
“I love you, Declan,” Kendall whispers as our foreheads touch, and my nose glides along hers.
“I’m lucky to have you guys,” I choke out.
“We’re lucky to have you too, you know,” she states. I close my eyes and bask in this moment.
Who knew I’d meet the love of my life ten thousand feet in the air, and we’d get carried away in our own love.
THE END
Bonus Epilogue
Two Years Later
Jake
“Kendall we’re going to be late, again,” I groan out, secretly loving that she has me waiting in the living room with all five of our children, my parents are coming over tonight to give us a much-needed break. Not to mention the fact, that we haven’t been on a date since our youngest one finally weaned a month ago. This last pregnancy was hard on Kendall, so we put a halt to anymore, plus five children keep both of us extremely busy.
“Where are you going Dad?” Our oldest, Logan asks.
“We’re meeting with Uncle Jake tonight, if you’re lucky I’ll let you in on a surprise that we have in the works,” he reminds me so much of myself at his age, always the inquisitive one, so much so that Kendall and I are always trying keep him working harder, especially in school.
“I can keep a secret if you tell me, don’t tell Autumn though, she’ll tell Mom everything, and I do mean everything. I once heard her telling Mom squirrels were mating,” he places his hand under his chin, propping it up on his knee.
“Dear God,” I mumble under my breath. Alyssa, our now two-year-old takes that time to run at me full force landing on my balls, “Oomph, I think she’s going to be in sports with the way she goes full force. You’re still not getting my plan out of me, dude.” He walks away, bored with the fact I won’t tell him what he wants to hear.
/> Autumn is our talker, that girl can talk the ear out of all of us, half the time Kendall and I nod are head and mumble when she allows us, most of the time it kicks us in the gut when she says, “Well, I did ask,” we’d look at each other and know we were screwed.
Matthew, is the shy and reserved one out of the bunch, having no problem being lost in his own world, quiet in a sense, almost too quiet. At one point we went to the doctor, Kendall was scared to death she did something wrong, but we were reassured, everything was okay. This was just the way Matthew was built.
Nicole on the other hand, she’s balls to the walls from sun-up to sun-down and is going to give me all the grey hair in the world. I don’t go into the office much these days, but on the rare occurrence, Kendall took the kids to the park and afterwards dropped by the office. She brought me a cup of coffee and left Nicole with me, let’s just say nothing got done and my assistant had a hell of a time figuring out how she could get into everything so quickly.
“I’m ready,” Kendall says walking into the living room. She still takes my breath away all these years later, she’s dressed to kill in a molded to her skin black strapless dress with sky high heel.
“Thanks Mom and Dad for watching the kids tonight,” she kisses my parents on their cheek before heading towards me.
“Yeah, thanks,” I’m practically swallowing my tongue over seeing Kendall. Her body has gotten better with age, she still remained the same in her size, but her breasts and ass. God damn, am I lucky man. You’d never know her body held five children inside it over the years.
“I do believe you owe me a date, Mr. Williams,” she saunters toward me, my hands grasp her hips. My hands haven’t deviated from holding her that way throughout our whole marriage and it’s not going to stop now.
“I believe you’re right, you look gorgeous, baby,” I light kiss her lips, my parents and the kids are staring at us.
“Have a good time and don’t come back too early, we have grand babies to spoil. It’s a good thing you blessed us with so many. It looks like Brian is never going to settle down,” my mom admonishes, we all laugh. She’s not wrong, partly because he’s watched our children a few times and was running for his life as soon as we stepped into the house and another part was, he just isn’t willing to let go of his jet set life.
“We won’t, be good for your grandparents,” I tell the kids, giving them a hug, much like Kendall is doing, before we head out to the car.
“I can’t believe we’re going out, like a real-life restaurant, one that serves us, and we don’t have to clean up afterwards. It feels like it’s been years, even though I know it hasn’t.” I help Kendall into the car, her dress sliding up her smooth silky thigh, giving me a view that I love, then I make my way to the driver’s side.
“We’ll start doing this more, I promise,” this time she leans over the center console giving me the kiss we couldn’t share in front of our family.
Her lips meet mine, her breathing is choppy, and I know she wants my tongue dancing with hers, I give into her need, just like I always do for her. My hands fist in her hair, her hands are on my shoulders holding on for dear life and if I wanted to, I could have her in my lap, her dress pushed up, panties moved to the side, my pants undone, and thrusting inside her pussy.
“I know,” she breathes out when the both of us pull back, “Now, since you wouldn’t tell Logan what you have up your sleeve are you going to tell me?”
“Nope, but you’ll know in the next hour or so,” I reverse the car out of the driveway, her my hand goes to the inside of her thigh, teasing her the entire time, even when she slides her thighs further apart, I don’t give in to her.
“Such a tease, you are,” she bemoans.
“You love it though,” her hand is placed on top of mine for the rest of our trip to the restaurant where Jake and I have a plan in motion, something we all need with the weather turning hot this summer.
Did you like seeing more of Kendall and Declan? Keep reading there’s even more to come!
In Love With My Best Friend
Chapter One
Jake
It’s been nine months, nine long excruciating months that I haven’t held Larissa in my arms. Smelled the unique scent of her, much like her spirit, wild and free. It’s comparable to fresh air and wildflowers blooming on a spring day.
I wake up every morning searching for her in my bed. It only took one night for me to become addicted to her. One night of taking her innocence, of teaching her how to take me in every position, the way she took me inside her mouth, her tentative tongue learning how to please me.
The way she felt the first time I was inside her, it was as if I found my shelter, my rock, and my home, all in one place. Waking up to empty sheets that were cool to the touch, smelling uniquely of us, and not finding her anywhere in my apartment. It was a blow, and not to my ego. Because, fuck that. It was a blow to the ache blooming inside my chest. One night, it was all it took for me to know Larissa was mine, in every irrevocable way.
Too bad she was basically a thief in the night, a thief to my heart.
I still get up every day, hard as a rock. My body yearning for hers. Yet, not having it. Not having a piece of my heart near. No, she had to take that with her, too.
Making my way from my master bedroom to the kitchen, I look at the bed one last time, like I do every time, my mind replaying every image of us together. The way she looked in my bed. Her body laid out for my pleasure, her curves a work of fucking art. She took what I gave, and she matched me in every way possible.
A memory replays on a loop inside my head. Her body flush from pleasure, her dark raven-colored curls spilling over her bare shoulders, the ends of it curling around her breasts. My body above hers as I take her. The way I can’t take my eyes off of where our bodies joined. How I took her bare, not wanting anything between us. How her head tipped up, her eyes rolling towards the back of her head when she came and screamed out my name.
I loved everything about that night, and I remember every single minute. I cleaned her up, asking her if she wanted something to wear. She mumbled, “Skin to skin,” Larissa wanted us bare together in all things. I turned the bathroom lights off and slid into bed next to her. I didn’t even have a chance to reach for her, she was already there in my arms and snuggled into my side. I wrapped her up and in the middle of the night when she murmured my name, I gave her exactly what we both needed.
I finish reliving the memory and leave. Grabbing a to-go mug and making coffee to take to the office.
Fuck, I need Larissa back in my arms and in my bed.
Chapter Two
Larissa
I left him. I can’t believe I left him. One night, that’s all it took for me to make it awkward. We had both just finished work and met up for dinner and drinks. It turned into more. So much more and now I’m the coward in the equation.
For what seems like ever, it’s basically been Jake and I against the world. Best friends that never crossed the line. Yet, while eating our dinner with him sitting across from me, I wanted more. I’m not sure if he did or didn’t, but I took a chance. He asked if I wanted to go to his place, and I said yes. When we walked into his house, I went up on my toes and kissed him. It wasn’t a kiss with tongue, no, it was a peck. Then he took over, sparks went off and I knew in that moment, I wanted Jake to be the one. He dominated me with just one kiss.
I shouldn’t have initiated it. The kiss shook me to my core. The shy virgin I was, I wasn’t sure how this would work. Would we kiss and let it go or would there be more? We broke apart for a mere second and Jake dove back in for more of what I gave. He took and matched me every step of the way. His hand grasping my side while the other one was holding the nape of my neck. I remember everything about our night together. When he gave and gave, before we came together. How he soothed me through my pain and brought me extreme pleasure. The way he sounded while he was inside me and the rapture that was etched on his face. It was pure heaven and
I screwed it all up. Now here I am, nine months later, finally returning home.
I have a lot to atone for when it comes to Jake. We may have started off as best friends, but I can’t go back to just being friends. If I have to grovel and beg for forgiveness, I will. Jake means that much to me. But I’ll also have to admit the reason I ran away. Besides the obvious reason of me being a coward, I have to admit that after one night with Jake, I fell in love with my best friend.
I miss the way his smile lights up a room, the way he grumbles when he’s elbows deep in work, how he always makes me laugh when all I want to do is cry.
It’s plain and simple now. I ran away from not only Jake, but myself too. Now I have to go back and right the wrongs of my past and tell him the truth.
Admitting I was wrong won’t be easy for me, but it’ll be worth it in the end to tell him the truth.
I pack my car with all the belongings I’ve accumulated over the last nine months. It wasn’t a lot. Some clothes, toiletries, and a few mementos that meant the most to me. Before I left, I was renting an apartment with a friend and had her put all of my belongings in storage and paid a year in advance for the unit. Then, I looked for the smallest town I could and found a waitressing job that would let me work under the table. It wasn’t hard to find a place like that in Wyoming. I rented a room for cash monthly and I lived well within my means.
I take one last look around as I leave. The small town of Rock Springs has been a great place to live, but it’s not my home. This place, it doesn’t hold the other half of my soul.
