As the new family was carted to the hospital to register the birth and check over mother and baby, Lillian smiled. She’d just had a letter from the Vogelsangs. They’d invited her and Walter to their villa for three months. Walter didn’t know it, but he had a passport now and no excuses. They’d all be in Portugal in three months if she had any say-so. Maybe not permanently, but they were going to be there for Mary, Ben and Alisha to get settled in. Life had suddenly become much brighter.
Epilogue
Five months later
Ben sat in his deck chair, umbrella overhead as his wife and their tiny daughter came out to sit with him. Albert, the always hungry dog, sat at his side, watching the waterline for any creatures that looked edible.
They were all at the Vogelsangs’s beachfront house, taking a break from the renovations going on in their new home. Mary’s parents were there too, truly enjoying life for the first time since they’d been young and full of dreams. They were all enjoying Portugal, and the joy Mary’s new daughter and husband brought them.
Walter and Lillian were the proudest grandparents on the planet and the Vogelsangs had all but adopted Alisha as their own grandchild. They often took her on their adventures to give her parents a break.
“I’m so glad we’re back in Portugal. I love home but this is just heaven.” Mary sighed as Ben took Alisha and kissed her face, making the baby giggle.
“Who’s Daddy’s girl? Hmm? Who’s Daddy’s little ray of delicious sunshine?”
“Oh she definitely is. She was screaming until she figured out we were heading outside to her favourite person. I think she has excellent taste.” Mary leaned over in her own chair to kiss her husband.
He kissed her back, before going back to Alisha to give her tiny little neck kisses as she giggled in delight. Mary watched them, amazed at the change in Ben. She knew he’d been a confirmed bachelor, a man with no plans, but she’d changed his life, she’d changed him. She was just glad he took what she offered with both hands!
“Your parents going out with the Vogelsangs?” Ben’s words were low, quiet as he looked at his wife in her two piece bathing suit, her ample breasts on display. The way his eyes went dark, and how his voice grew husky, had her attention quickly. They still couldn’t get enough of each other.
Mary’s smile was dirty but sweet. “Oh not yet, they’re waiting on me to bring Alisha to them. Then we have a few hours to ourselves.”
His grin told her the plans she’d made for their alone time weren’t going to be wasted. “How long?”
“About four hours, they’re going up to the middle of the country somewhere. It’ll take an hour just to get there. So, I’m guessing at least four hours of total alone time.”
“Give me a minute.” Ben stood up, walking into the house and quickly back out without his daughter. “I love her dearly but I need some of your attention and I do believe you need some of mine.”
“I do indeed. I can’t believe we’re here and we get to stay!” All of the paperwork was done now and no matter where they went, they’d be together from now on. No more separation, no more loneliness, and most of all, no more living without love. They had all they wanted now, together.
Mary went to him, the man who’d made all her dreams come true. Even if she hadn’t quite planned on having a child so soon, she didn’t regret a day of Alisha’s life. She hadn’t planned on marrying, or even considering marriage after Jason had left her, but here she was with a ring on her finger.
As for Jason, he and the woman he’d run off with had both been incarcerated and would be for a long time. She’d always known Jason had a weak side but had hoped he’d grow up. She’d come to realize the man had never really loved her, he just wanted his mother off his back.
Mary felt a twinge of sympathy for him now it was all over. He’d wanted peace in his life, he’d wanted to feel like a man, something she guessed she hadn’t done for him. Instead of feeling rejected, she knew Jason had just been incapable of making good choices.
Whether that was his own fault or his mother’s, she didn’t know, but she knew that Ben had taken away her pain and then some. He’d made her see her own worth. He’d crossed an ocean for her, made the world fall at his feet to have her cross back with him and their child.
Life back home had been pleasant, it had been predictable, but Mary had always needed more. She could admit now that Jason had been a mistake. The man just wasn’t what she’d needed.
Ben, on the other hand, was all she’d ever need. Gazing up at him made her heart race with love and desire. Mary knew that her own choices, though prompted by the choices of others, had led her to him. Ben had been meant for her, and she for him.
Together they’d made the world right again, they’d made a paradise for themselves, and now for their daughter. Their life together had been based on mishaps, trials, and quite a few tribulations. Mary knew Ben would never forget his first wife, but she’d given him a second chance at love, just as he’d given it to her. They both clutched at it as tightly as they clutched at each other. Life was for the taking, after all, it wasn’t for hiding away or taking crumbs where you could find it.
Mary smiled as Ben’s lips came down on hers. This was perfection.
The End
Deleted Scenes - Amanda
I heard him behind me as I took out the trash from Tara’s house, my friend not yet home from her classes. She’d told me where the key was and to let myself in any time. The night before we’d watched Galen’s daughter and I knew she had a long day ahead of her today. She was watching Rikki again.
“Hey, aren’t you Amanda, Tara’s friend?”
I grinned before I’d turned around. The friend, John, had finally grown the balls to say hi.
“I am. You’re John, right?” I saw his surprised look as I said his name. “Tara’s told me about you.”
“Cool. So, you busy tonight? I’m playing at The Edge if you want to come by after and have a drink with me.”
“Sure, sounds great.” I gave him a smile and walked away. I’d have to change my plans with Tara, but she’d understand.
I went back to the dorm after writing a note to Tara, and started going through my closet. I decided on a loose black skirt, a pair of black stilettos, a lacy black top, and a black bra and panty set. I had plans for the night.
I arrived late for the show, but earlier than he’d planned. I wanted to hear him sing. Those beautiful eyes and those sensitive poet hands spoke of an artist. A man with a soul and a passion for pleasure. I blended into the crowd, or tried to. His eyes caught me the minute I sat down at a table with a beer.
I watched him sing, his words original, not the lyrics someone else had written. They moved me, but it was his eyes that got me. Those hazel eyes.
They never moved from me as he sang, and I felt something new inside of me, something beyond fascination or a simple crush, something I’d never felt before. For a moment, I wanted to run from his gaze, from the feeling. It was too much!
I couldn’t leave though. His eyes held me still, captivated.
When the song stopped he went backstage, beckoning to me with a tilt of his head.
We didn’t speak, I just went into his arms, and our lips met as he pulled me into a private room. He pushed me up against the door, his hands roaming up my hip, pulling at my skirt as passion flared within me. I knew what it was, had felt it before, but this was different, more.
His lips left mine, blazing a trail down my throat as I pushed his shirt up, wanting to touch his skin. He was smooth and hot.
My hands dug around in my small purse, still hanging from my shoulder, before coming out to undo his pants.
“Put this on, hurry,” I said to him as his fingers slid my panties away.
“In a minute,” he responded, sinking to his knees to bury his tongue in my folds. “I have to taste you first. It’s been driving me mad all day, wondering what you taste like.”
I let my head fall back against the door as his t
ongue found my clit, swollen and ready for his attention. I gripped at the frame of the door as pleasure surged through my body and I wished I’d worn flat shoes. I moaned softly as his tongue found a rhythm that made my hips rock, unable to control myself or him.
This was something beyond anything I’d ever experienced before. I’d barely even said hello to him and I was letting him dive into my pussy, more than willing to let him fuck me!
“Fuck, John, I’m going to come!”
He didn’t say anything, he just gripped my ass tighter to tilt me into his face just that little bit more. My hands searched for something to grip but all I found was the door knob. I gripped it as pleasure rocked through me, first only a twinge, then something harder, fiercer than anything before.
I felt his moan of satisfaction as a vibration against my clit and I just came harder, almost embarrassingly hard, a low wail of pleasure escaping my sealed lips. All I could do was shake and hang on until it was over.
When I pushed at his head, he stood, his tongue finding mine, and I sucked the taste of my own pussy from his mouth. I loved the way I tasted on him.
John wasn’t finished.
“I have to fuck you with those heels on. They’re killing me, the way they make your calves stand out. Fucking hell, woman, you’re just the whole package!”
I heard his jeans fall to the floor and let him lead me further into the dimly lit room. I felt a desk in front of me and braced myself against it, loving the dirtiness of it, the wantonness of being fucked by a virtual stranger against a desk.
I let myself go completely, not caring if he called me in the morning or if he ever fucked me again, just so long as he fucked me now.
I heard the foil tear, the slap of the condom as he slipped it on, and adjusted it. Then he was behind me, lifting me, to grasp at my breasts, his hard cock, thick and long, sliding between the globes of my ass. His fingers found my nipples, turning them to hard points of pleasure as I began to rock against his cock, riding it with the flesh of my bottom. I looked down and saw his beautifully long fingers on my nipples, the vision somehow the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
I was so wet for him, the moisture made his cock glide easily between the round flesh, and I heard him gasp.
“I have a feeling you don’t do this often, Amanda.” His words rumbled in my ear, shivering down my neck as his lips teased the spot just below my ear. Fuck, if he touched my clit I was going to go off again!
“Not often, no. You’re an exception to my rule.” I’d lost my head, I’d lost the ability to lie.
“Which rule is that?” His fingers grazed over my nipples again, tightly, almost painful, holding there before letting go. The pain quickly turned to a burning pleasure that had me grinding my ass into his hips hard and fast.
“No fucking on the first date.” I shivered as his fingers slid to my pussy, diving into my folds.
“Good rule, but yes, I think we’re about to break it. If you don’t mind?” He thrust into me as his fingers found my oversensitive clit, pressing into it softly.
“Fuck yes!”
“Fuck yes you mind, or fuck yes you don’t mind?” His voice, deep and sensual, played along the nerves in my ear, and I just wanted to feel him inside of me.
“Fuck me, John, now. Please!” I’d never begged for sex in my life, but if that’s what it took.
“I had to be sure,” he said, pushing my head down to the desk, his other hand gripping his cock as he slid into my waiting entrance.
A red light in the corner was all that lit the room, the rest totally dark. I stared into the light as he entered me, splitting me inch by delicious inch, slowly.
“You know those garters make your ass even lovelier. And those shoes, you have gorgeous legs, Amanda!” His hand ran down the back of one thigh, his cock still not totally inside of me.
I wiggled, wanting all of him, but he leaned back, not ready for it all yet. “No, honey, I have ten more minutes and I’m going to enjoy each second of it. And so are you.”
I wanted to yank on his beard, force him to fuck me, but he slowly sank into me, until finally, he had every inch in my hot walls. I breathed slowly, loving how full he made me feel, enjoying being his.
“I think you need to come again, Miss Amanda, don’t you?” John was a tall man, but it was no stretch for him to reach around to my clit, his fingers pressing into it softly. My eyes went wide as pleasure rocked through me once more.
How had he made me come so hard, so quickly?
I cried out his name as he wrung the last stroke of pleasure from me. He hadn’t even fucked me properly yet!
“You’re staying at my place tonight, right?” He asked casually, as if his dick was buried inside of me.
“If you have more condoms. I don’t have any more.”
“We’ll buy some on the way home, we’re going to need them.” His hands had been playing over my back, the blouse pushed up around my neck, but now he moved, his patience over at last.
And I sank into oblivion as he plunged into me over and over again, hitting that amazing spot within me each damn time.
We moved together in a rhythm of our own, hard and fast, his hand clamped gently against my neck.
I felt myself going over once more and this time, John followed, a low sound coming from him that sent me further into oblivion. A primal sound of ultimate pleasure.
“I hate to sound rude or careless, after such a beautiful fuck as you just gave me, sweet Amanda, but can we discuss your friend Tara now?” He pulled away from me, cleaning himself up with a paper towel he managed to find in the virtual dark.
Anger burned through me, this fucker wasn’t asking for a threesome already!
“What about her?” I straightened myself up, taking the towel he offered before I dropped my skirt down.
He went and scooped up my panties but rather than handing them to me, he put them in his pocket, staring straight at me. That was kind of hot.
“I need her to marry Galen, I’ll explain it later. I have to get back now.”
“Wait, what do you mean marry Galen? What the fuck for?”
I’d started to follow him out but stopped as he turned back to me, even in my heels he still loomed over me.
“Because he needs a wife. Beyond that, he needs a woman like her. One that can break him and make him live his life like he needs to. She’s perfect for him.” He turned and walked away, promising he’d only be a little while as he did so.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” But the room was empty. Why did Galen need a wife and why would I talk Tara into it? What had I just walked into?
I went back out to the floor and sat down, once again caught by those eyes of his.
Did he really want Tara to marry Galen? She seemed a bit virginal for a man known around campus as a pussy slayer. I’d even considered letting him slay mine, but I’d seen the interest in Tara’s eyes and she was turning out to be a really good friend and I didn’t fuck over my friends. Ever.
I wasn’t quite sure what John had in mind, but I decided I’d like to know by the time his set was over. My body was still throbbing for his touch and if he had more of the same to give, well, I was more than glad to take him up on that offer. With a devilish smile on my face, I followed his tilted head once more, wondering what was in store for me. I knew it was going to be good, no matter what.
On clicking heels, I left the floor, and went into whatever fate awaited me.
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