by Tiffani Lynn
My eyes are so full with unshed tears Finn is fuzzy in front of me. I blink once and they all fall in rivers down my cheeks. My hands shake with nervous, excited emotion.
“Seriously?” Is all I think to ask.
His smile is wide. “Yes, seriously.”
He flips the lid on the ring box and a beautiful emerald cut, diamond ring, set in a platinum band appears. It’s stunning.
I lift my eyes back to his and shout, “Yes, yes, yes!” Then I throw my arms around him and kiss him with everything I have.
Epilogue: Finn
18 months later
I roll to my left and allow my eyes to travel the full length of my bride’s amazing body. Her skin glistens in the Caribbean sun as I trace her spine starting near the two little dimples above her ass with my fingernail watching as goose bumps break out in it’s wake. Her cheek is laying against the blanket and her new tattoo peaks out from right under her hair line. It’s a small replica of the the hockey stick, puck and number seventy-seven on my arm placed on her neck. It’s fucking sexy as hell. She rolls to her side and flips her hair over her shoulder effectively hiding it from my sight.
“Hey, honey,” I greet her as I place a kiss on her lips and lean in further to place the next one lower. She arches her neck back so I can access the sensitive skin. The faint taste of sweat and suntan lotion crosses my lips, but I don’t care. I keep going because I love the reaction I get from her. I scoot a little closer on the blanket and slide my knee between her legs and hook the top one over my hip.
“We can’t do this on the beach, Finn.”
My voice is muffled by her skin, “Yes, we can. This is the only reason I booked our honeymoon in a house with a private beach.”
“What if someone flies over?”
“My little exhibitionist is worried about who will see us when I fuck her? I don’t believe it,” I tease.
I pull the string behind her neck and watch as the triangles fall away from her breasts. Then I lean forward and suck one rosy nipple into my mouth using lips and teeth. She moans in response. I shift my attention to the other breast and ask, “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” she moans.
I lap at the beaded peak of her breast as I tug on the string of her bottoms by her hip and it falls open. I pull the other string partially trapped under her next. When it’s loose I yank the whole piece of fabric and toss it in the sand behind us. My lips return to her neck and my fingers slip into her velvet center. Her moans are sweet breathy sounds that send every ounce of blood in my body to my cock. Her fingernails scrape their way down my chest, over my abs and under the waist band of my board shorts. Her little hand wraps around my throbbing dick as I groan, loving how it feels. She strokes the best she can a few times and then tugs my shorts off. Then she pushes me to my back and straddles my hips. The heat of her pussy drags along my shaft as she grinds against me. She’s teasing me.
I lift her hips and instruct her, “Grip my dick, baby. I want you to slide down and ride me. Start out slow.”
She does as she’s told, crying out as her heat engulfs me. “Finn, you feel so good.” She rolls her hips setting a perfect rhythm as perspiration runs down between the heavy swell of her breasts.
“Ride me harder, Darcy.”
She changes tactics utilizing gravity in a rise and fall motion. Her thighs flex while I dig my fingers into the flesh at her hips and power into her. Her tits bounce with the impact as her head falls back. I can feel the moment her orgasm hits. Her pussy clenches around me, milking me with the strong inner muscles. I explode with the force of an atom bomb and hold her tight to my chest as she catches her breath.
She’s my perfect fit, my better half and I guide her mouth to mine kissing her with deep solid strokes of my tongue. I pull back enough so I can speak but still have our lips touching to tell her, “You bring so much color to my life. I love everything about you and I’m so glad I can now call you my wife.” Her smile is radiant when she responds, “I love you too, Finn. Not a day goes by that I’m not thankful for you.”
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Darcy
Almost six years have passed since I met Finn. He’s always told me I brought vivid color to his dull life when I came along, but I think these little guys have taken over that job and are now making both of our lives brighter and more interesting. My once taupe walls are now colored with black marks from flying pucks and swinging hockey sticks. Small grey hand prints can be found at various locations throughout the house. During a visit from my mother-in-law six months ago she mentioned the hand prints on the wall so I grabbed a wash cloth, prepared to wipe them from the walls, but quickly put it away deciding that the little grey marks told a portion of the story of our family. After explaining to her why I was keeping them she smiled and shook her head. Someday she’ll come to understand my creative way of thinking.
The once royal blue tile in the bathroom is now covered in red, yellow and green bathtub crayon pictures and the walls of our living room now have full color family photos of us from the day they were born until last week when we celebrated their third birthday.
In my head I see sunshine yellow in their smiles and the ocean in their blue eyes. When they’re happy the blue replicates the tranquil Caribbean waters, by which they were conceived, and when they’re angry or sad the blue is deeper, darker like the water in the north Atlantic Ocean during a storm. Right now, I’m looking at their tiny red Blizzard jerseys and their toddler sized blue jeans while thinking how much I love the shock of wild blonde hair against the red. Color to our lives.
Because the boys are so tall and coordinated for their age everyone around us has encouraged us to start them on ice skates early, but I made Finn wait because I’m a little nervous. Our boys are rough and tumble little boogers and even though they’re only three years old, Grady has had a broken arm from a failed attempt at flying from the top of the stairs and Killian got stitches for a somersault gone wrong head first into the hearth. I can’t begin to imagine what will happen when their little bodies meet the unforgiving ice. I don’t want to add anything that might bring child services knocking on our door.
The boys adore their father and watch every single thing he does and love going to the hockey games to see him play. I take them to as many home games as I can. Killian likes to watch, he won’t take his eyes off the ice for more than a few seconds at a time. I’m not sure if he understands the game all the way, but the interest is there. Grady will watch for a bit and then eat for a bit, alternating all night long. It seems the vendors are his favorite part of the experience.
Today was the first full day of practice for this season so Finn arranged for me to bring the boys after nap time following practice. Lenny, the old security guard, lets us in through the player’s entrance and gives high fives to the boys as they run past. He chuckles to himself as he comments, “Got your hands full honey!”
He can say that again. Laughing, I agree and keep walking.
Thank goodness I got them into painting too. At least once a day for the last year I took them into the studio to slap paint onto canvas for a half an hour of calm time. The rest of the time they’re full throttle. My in-laws say Finn was the same way.
Killian likes to paint, but doesn’t show much natural talent which is okay as long as he’s having fun. Grady’s a different story. I swear the kid already looks at the world from a different angle and it comes through in his little boy art.
As I round the corner I hear squeals before I see them both dangling upside down in the arms of Vlad, the team goalie. Originally from Russia, his English is broken so it’s tough to understand him sometimes, but he’s a great guy and the boys love him.
“Hey Vlad. I see you found my boys.” I laugh.
“Yes, they was running so I snatch them up and hang them by feet!” He gives a sinister chuckle and the boys squeal again as their arms swing attempting to free themselves.
Before I can say anything else Finn emerges from the tun
nel leading to the locker room wearing a black Henley and jeans. His once long hair is shorter now, cropped close to his head almost all over. For a while the boys pulled on it too much so he chopped it off afraid if he didn’t he’d end up with bald spots.
His eyes are a little tired today. He told me last week he thinks this will be his last season. His body is growing old and the hits he takes in this sport don’t help. He’s been approached about hockey commentator positions with two major networks but refuses to discuss them until he’s made a decision.
He engulfs me in a hug, kissing me sweetly and I think about how I’ve never
been happier to be wrong in my life. If I hadn’t been on that street corner five years ago I never would have met Finn, or made it though Georgia’s death with my sanity in tact. I wouldn’t have the twins and this crazy life we’ve created together. I’m glad he fought for me even when I was certain we wouldn’t work.
Some days I’m still sad it cost me my friendship with James, but if he’d been honest all along it wouldn’t have been an issue. I hear he’s engaged and living somewhere outside the city. I hope he’s as happy as I am, but I’ll probably never know. We haven’t spoken in four years. He returned to the club briefly after Finn knocked him out and confessed he couldn’t watch me make a life with Finn. He seemed to understand before I did that Finn would be it for me. With his letter of resignation in hand he kissed my cheek and said goodbye. I haven’t seen him since. Tanisha ran into him at a club downtown sometime last year and said he seemed to be happy but still asked about me.
Finn’s excitement for today is palpable and the wide smile on his face shows me just how happy he is. When it comes to the boys and all of their firsts he’s emotional. Right before we take the boys on the ice Finn pulls me into his chest and leans down to my ear, “I’m so glad you gave me a shot, honey. You make my life worth living. I can’t think of anyone who is happier than I am. I love you and our boys.”
His continued appreciation of me and our life together never gets old. All I can do is smile through my tears and hold him tight to me, exactly what I plan to do for the rest of our lives.
The End
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Coming Soon! 2016
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When newly widowed Lisa Browning discovers her late-husband has fathered a child with another woman, she abandons that vat of ice cream with her name on it and flies off to Florida for a job interview with hopes of a new life. Lured by the sunset and lulled by the sound of the waves, she becomes the focus of a sexy photographer on and off camera. He’s the perfect substitute for her vat of ice cream…until her heart gets in the way.
Freelance photographer Garrett Kline is looking for the perfect subject for his latest job. When he spots the sensual siren on the beach, he’s found what he is looking for…and then some. His inner playboy is good with a short-term fling, but something about Lisa makes him want more than being just strangers at sunset.
About Tiffani Lynn
Tiffani Lynn has put down roots on the west coast of Florida with her husband and three daughters. She’s a former Hospice social worker who now spends the majority of her days writing spicy romance novels. In her free time, you can find her reading or glued to the television watching the Tampa Bay Lightning, the Tampa Bay Rays or the Chicago Cubs play. If she’s lucky enough to get out of the house she enjoys hanging out with her friends & family, watching hockey and baseball games live or attending a variety of concerts. You can find out about her upcoming releases, other available books, sign up for her newsletter or contact her by visiting www.tiffanilynn.com. She loves to hear from her readers!
