Megan and I look at each other. Okay, I haven’t exactly been around long enough to maybe steer the helm, but I take a tentative step forward and shrug a little. “I mean I don’t see why not.”
Megan chews her lip, mulling it over, never taking her eyes off of me. Then, this amazing woman does something even more amazing: she nods. “It’s a special night, after all. Special nights call for special things.”
“YES!” Cora exclaims and jumps back up to her feet.
“But only tonight.” Megan cuts in quickly. “No jumping on the bed at home.”
Cora looks like she’s going to protest, but she quickly decides otherwise and spins in circles. “Best night ever!”
“How about I get you a bubble bath started in the giant bath tub?” I ask, watching this bundle full of energy tear circles on one of the beds. “Do you like big, fancy bath tubs?”
“I’ve never had a big, fancy bath before.”
“Oh, well you are missing out.” I squeeze Megan’s hand before setting up the tub in the bathroom. Cora’s jaw hangs open as soon as she follows me in and sees it.
“I get to take a bath in there?”
“Only the best for little princesses.”
Cora squeals and hugs my leg. I peel her off and engulf her in my arms. She smells like Megan’s perfume. She smells like home.
“Can I tell you another secret?”
Her eyes grow wide. “Is it another surprise for mommy?”
I laugh. “No, this is a special one, just for you.” She nods very solemnly. “Thank you for letting me be your daddy, Cora. You made me the happiest man in the whole wide world.”
“The happiest daddy?”
Hearing her say those words crushes me in the best way, and I have to bite back tears. “Yes, baby girl. The happiest daddy.” I look up and Megan is leaning against the bathroom door, wiping away her own tears. I kiss Cora on the top of her precious head. “Good night, little princess. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She kisses me on the cheek. Megan has to haul me out of the room, otherwise I’d stay there all night just to hear her say that again.
“Come on, big guy.” Megan pulls on my jacket lapels so I come to her. “I thought we had a marriage to consecrate?”
Just like that, my dick takes back over. I scoop Megan up in my arms and carrying her, giggling, all the way to the elevator. “Wait until you see our room.”
“It can’t be bigger than what the girls have.”
I kiss her, meaning only for a peck, but fall into a deep well of passion so that the elevator doors open and close on us twice. We kiss the whole way to the room, leaving me fumbling for the key in my pocket so I don’t drop her. Megan squeals against my mouth when I grab her ass to keep her from falling.
“This is my ass,” I say very seriously. “It is mine to do with as I please.”
Megan snorts. “I am my own woman, Jamie Bonilla. You don’t own me.”
“You’re right.” I concede, nudging her nose with my own so she looks at me. “And I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
She leaps at me from my arms and we tumble into the room, a mess of limbs and clothes and lips. She’s already unbuttoning my shirt and my hand slips up her dress to find her sweet center. Being apart for so long has made all the sensations intensified. I set her on top of the bar to continue my domination of her body, when she gasps so loud that I stop moving.
“Oh my god, Jamie…” her voice trails off. I pull back to see her staring at the room in awe. “This is our room?”
I turn very serious. “Megan, the first thing you need to know about life as a Bonilla is that we are very wealthy. Money may not mean anything next to family, but it does mean that our family will live in comfort for a very long time.”
She looks a little shell-shocked, so I gently set her down and take her hand, leading her outside to our balcony. The honeymoon suite is bright, even in the setting sun, with a fireplace and comfortable seating area, but where it really excels is the balcony with a panoramic view of downtown. We walk barefoot onto the balcony and both inhale deep, staring at the amazing view.
“I’ll never get tired of this place.” Megan says softly. “I know Kansas City isn’t maybe the biggest or the fanciest town to ever exist. It’s no New York City. But I’ve never felt more at home.”
“All of this? It’s yours, Megan. You are my queen, and this is your kingdom. New York City, Kansas City, Omaha, it doesn’t matter. I will give you everything.”
She touches my arm tenderly and shakes her head, shining bright like an angel in the setting sun. “I don’t need everything. I only need you and Cora.”
“And you have me, forever. We only have tonight before I have to go back to Kauffman, but I vow to always make every second with you count.”
“I do,” She says softly.
“Forever.”
I pick her up and gently set her down on the bed, surrounded by the lush duvet and entirely too many pillows. She’s framed in elegance but she still makes everything else look dull. I pick up her legs and kiss her ankles.
“These are the most perfect ankles I have ever seen.”
She scoffs a little, laughs. I move to her knees, kissing them and running a finger down her soft thighs.
“Never before have knees turned me on, but yours do.”
I set down her legs and pull her up to me so I can unzip her dress, carefully pulling it down her body and flinging it across the room. She’s wearing nothing but a pair of lacy black panties, and my cock throbs against my pants. She’s enticing, delicious, addictive.
“Your body is so incredible.” I place a kiss on her hip. “Everything about it amazes me, every inch of you turns me on, Megan. Your ankles make me want to bend you over the couch until you scream my name.”
I carefully draw a small circle over her dampening panties and a small gasp escapes her beautiful lips. A trail of kisses up her stomach leads me to her full breasts, perky with nipples erect, waiting for me. I kiss each one gently.
“Your breasts are like ripe peaches. I’m always dying to take a bite.” I nibble on one nipple, and then the other. Her fingers curl in my hair.
My fingers caress every inch of her body and my lips follow behind them, christening her skin with mine. I praise every piece of her, lavishing her with love and devotion, claiming it all as mine.
“You are my wife. You are my family. You are my life now, Megan. You both are. I know we always should have been, and how we’re together, where we belong.” I look up at her, her beautiful eyes filling with tears.
Before they can spill over her lids, I slide her panties down her luscious thighs and dip my head between her legs, inhaling her scent. My cock strains against the cloth prison, but I ignore it. This, right now, is for my wife.
My tongue slowly, softly, plays across her center. She tastes like heaven and every flick of my tongue causes her to writhe against me. A carefully place nibble on her clit steals her breath. I worship her center with my mouth, singing her praises with my tongue and praying with my teeth. Every pant and moan from her lips spurns me on faster, harder, until she convulses against me, gasping through an orgasm that floods my mouth with her sweet nectar.
Megan runs her hands through her hair, looking every bit like a mythical siren ready to tempt me. I start to undress and she sits up.
“I know you like to watch.” I tease, slowly undoing the rest of my buttons. “You naughty girl.”
“I like to touch even more.” She’s throaty, breathy, like an unbearable sex kitten from my dreams. A sex kitten with my last name.
My clothes land in a pile on the floor, my cock protruding like an army general, ready for battle. She crawls towards me with heavy eyes and takes my entire length in her mouth before I can even prepare myself. My knees weaken, but I frame her face in my hands and watch her full lips devour my cock. She’s incredible.
Everything about her is incredible. It’s almost too much to bear.
; She licks my head and retreats back to the pillows, spread open and ready for me, beckoning me with a smile. It’s my turn to crawl across the bed, pausing just a moment to lick her clit again, and I fall into her arms. She kisses me tenderly but her nails dig into my skin. I dip my head down to lavish her nipples with my mouth. Her hips buck against me as I pleasure her. I could do this all day. Hell, on off days? I will. We’ll get a sitter and I will fuck this woman from one end of my condo to the other.
Except, I realize, it won’t just be fucking. We will be making love, real love, over and over again. This, more than anything, stirs something primal within me.
I carefully part her opening with my cock and slide inside of her, back where I belong. I’ve always been the stoic, silent type in the bedroom. I thrust and fuck, but I don’t cry out. Megan, on the other hand, is loud and I love it. We cling to each other, limbs entwined, unwilling to let the other get too far away. Her moans fill my ears and tremble against my lips. Every kiss spills into forever. Every thrust feels like I’ve died and been reborn again and again.
We rock together to a slow building orgasm, coming together at the same time. As my body explodes within her, I stare deep into her eyes, feeling more connect to her than I have ever felt with anyone in my life.
It really is like we are two people becoming one in that moment.
“Every day,” she breathes in my ear. “We have to do this every day.”
“Whatever you want, my queen.” I kiss her shoulder. “Follow me.”
I light three candles in the elaborate bathroom and turn on the shower, hot water almost immediately spilling into the tub, filling the room with steam. I help my bride into the shower and lather her up with the sweet smelling body wash. She drags her fingers through my chest hair, making silly patterns as I caress her breasts.
“I like when you touch me,” Megan says softly, her fingers running down my chest and stomach. “It feels good.”
“It feels right.” I move from her breasts to her hair, wrapping the strands around my wrists and pulling, exposing her neck to me. A small dark mark is left behind my mouth, marring her otherwise perfect skin. It reminds me of a branding. I’ve put my mark on her.
We collide again under the hot water, droplets scalding my back but I don’t care, because my wife is in my arms and I am going to make love to her until my knees give out. Her hands find my cock and stroke me quickly, using the soap as lubricant. It takes almost no time before I’m unable to contain myself, at war with how wonderful her hands feel versus the very real need to be back inside of her.
Lust wins. I scoop her up and press her against the hard tile wall. There is nothing gentle left in my body, no more sweet caresses as we rock and thrust together on soft sheets. There is only the very primal, urgent need to fuck her until she can’t walk. That, that will be my branding.
Her nails dig into my shoulder and she whispers against my mouth, “Husband, fuck me. Don’t be gentle, just fuck me.”
“Your wish,” I manage as I align my cock with her sweet opening. “Is my command, my queen.”
Fucking in the shower is one of my favorite things. It’s hot, setting your nerves aflame, intensifying every sensation. Everything smells good and danger lurks behind every thrust, threatening to topple a guy over mid-thrust. It is so. good.
Her cries bounce off the hard tile. I love a good, throaty girl, and man, does she ever deliver. My cock tears into her sweet pussy, thrusting hot and hard, ramming my wife fast. A grunt bubbles out of my lips between thrusts. Animal has taken over. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s intense.
She clings to me like cellophane, but I manage to unwind us and I bend her over, watching water cascade down her back. The sound of my balls slapping against her bare ass mix with her deepening moans like a symphony. I reach under her and fondle her clit, and she bucks like a bronco. We almost slip, my heart races, and my cock pulsates in its warm cocoon.
Goddamn, I love this woman.
But I can’t drown her. Two more firm thrusts and I’ve got her back up against the wall, slipping and sliding on the soap. Megan drags her nails against my skin, whispering naughty things in my ear… like how much she loves me, how much she loves the feel of me, how she can’t wait for forever to start.
The orgasm hits me hard and fast, almost out of nowhere. Her sweet lips on my ear cheer me on as I bite down on her shoulder and fuck her through the electric waves of pleasure bursting from within. I manage to squeeze one of her nipples and she almost instantly joins me, shuddering hard and louder than before.
Cleanup has never been easier.
We towel off slowly, her almost shy. Her cheeks are flushed, even in the pale candlelight, and her eyes are soft. She smiles at me, takes my hand, and leads me back to bed. We curl up under the sheets and into each other with an ease of familiarity that just feels good.
My fingers trail down her stomach and I splay my hand against it, trying to picture what it would have looked like when she was pregnant with Cora.
“What are you doing?” She asks.
“Imagining.” I rub her stomach in small circles. “Trying to imagine what you looked like, all swollen with our baby.”
She laughs. “Horrible, that’s what. Oh, it was awful and I was so huge.”
“I bet you were beautiful.” I kiss her softly and she pulls me in for a deeper kiss. “I want to fill you up with more babies. A million babies.”
“A million? That’s a lot.”
“Okay, four. I want to fill our house with laughter, all the way up to the attic. I want tiny little Bonilla’s everywhere, laughing and making messes and snuggling up to watch movies. I want to take them to Venezuela and teach them to ride horses.”
“I think you’re in a big surprise for how much work one is.”
“Nah.” I squeeze her thigh gently and go back to rubbing her down. “Not when we’re together. Together, we can do anything. I want to take care of you while you’re pregnant, rub your feet and get you ice cream in the middle of the night.”
“It was jalapenos.” She teases.
“I knew you were my kind of woman.” I tease back. “I want to be there the day our babies are born and watch them take their first steps and say their first words. I want to teach them how to play catch and take them to their first baseball games. I want to be there for all of it, to make up for everything I missed with Cora.”
She lays her hand against my cheek. “I’m so sorry you missed out on so much, but you’ll be here for so much more.”
“We’re together now, as a family, and that’s all that matters. And there will be plenty of time for more.”
Megan smiles faintly, drifting off to sleep. I stroke her hair and watch her as she lies before me, vulnerable and submissive and strong and fierce and independent and wholly mine. Before she’s fully asleep, she steals on more look at me.
“I love you, Jamie. Thank you for finding me.”
I kiss her softly and whisper against her lips, “Thank you for letting me find you.”
She slips off to sleep, but I’m too excited to follow. I want this night to stretch on forever, just us, naked and entwined in sheets, no one else around. But then I need Cora, too. Maybe every new day will bring about new forevers that last. I’m sure there will be fights and arguments and the day when Cora’s endless chatter becomes more than just adorable, like Kate said. We’ll get comfortable together. But that’s how families work—no matter the arguments or the frustrations or the annoyances, there is always so much love and passion and the drive to make Happily Ever After last. I saw it with my abuelitos, and with my parents, and I see it in my new family.
Tomorrow, reality sets back in with work and life. Our loved ones go home, I spend 10 hours back on the field, and these tender moments aren’t going to belong to us this long. But for now, this moment belongs to me and I don’t want to miss a thing.
Epilogue
One Year Later
“Do you think they�
�ll like me?” Cora’s eyes are huge in the sunlight as she shifts her backpack on her shoulders and looks around. “What if they don’t like me?”
Megan laughs. “Baby girl, they will love you. You have so much sparkle inside you, it’s infectious.”
“Besides.” I tug on her pigtails. “If someone doesn’t love you, those aren’t the kind of people you need in your life. They probably eat glue and smell their farts.”
“Daddy.” Cora wrinkles her nose. “That’s gross.”
“Exactly.” I say with a grin. “Exactly.”
Megan whips her camera out. “Okay, picture time!”
Cora poses with a huge smile, all cares slipping away for the camera. She’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in her uniform. All these other kids wish they were as cute as my daughter in her skirt and polo and pink converse shoes. They wish. No one could be as beautiful as Cora, except for maybe her little sister.
My hands drift to Megan’s gorgeous, budding belly as she directs Cora to pose in front of the school sign and by the front doors. Apparently, we must document ever single step she takes on the way to her first day of kindergarten. Not that I will later look over them and cry like a baby or anything. Nope.
Megan swats my hands away with a smirk and takes Cora’s hand. “Ready?”
She takes a deep breath and nods. “It’s buenos dias, right daddy?”
“That’s perfect!” I kiss her little hand, even though it feels huge and so grown up, walking into her new Spanish immersion school. “Abuelita will be so proud of you.”
“When can we go back to see her?”
“Soon, I hope. Abuelito can’t wait to feed you again.”
We come to her classroom, and she stops in front of the door whispering buenos dias under her breath a million times. I tug on her backpack strap and squat down to be eye level with her.
“Hey, baby girl. Take a deep breath. You are going to be amazing today, I promise. Not only do you have a daddy who teaches you español, but you also got to spend time in Venezuela! For an entire Christmas! You have done and seen more than most of the kids in your class. Remember how quickly you were able to talk to abuelito after we got there?”
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