Epilogue

ASHTON

" T his is where it all began," I said as we stood in the living room of our new house. "Seems like yesterday that you guys were tarping the roof to keep the elements out."

Mac put his arm around me and looked around just as I was doing. "It's all ours."

Now that our son was three, we were ready to start trying for another baby. That meant finding a home with three bedrooms. We'd looked into having a cabin built like so many of Mac's friends had, but when we heard this house was on the market, we jumped at the chance to buy it.

"It feels like home," I said, looking up at him.

He smiled down at me. "It is home. Now, let's have a look around."

We split up, moving to separate areas of the house. I headed straight upstairs to once again see the rooms that would become a bedroom for Caleb and a nursery for the baby we'd be having in the next year or two.

"Ashton?" I heard Mac say as I made some notes in my phone for items we'd need for the upstairs bathroom. "Can you come down here for a second?"

I headed straight for the stairs. I was finished upstairs anyway. Mac probably wanted me to check out something in the main bedroom or the kitchen.

But when I reached the top of the steps, I saw that my husband had other things in mind. He was tugging his long-sleeved T-shirt over his head as he stood on the bottom step.

"We need to christen the house," he said. "Get down here."

Warmth went straight to my pussy at those words. I tossed my purse to the ground and started unbuttoning my dress blouse. I was dressed up because I was on my lunch break from my part-time job as activities host at the retreat center. I worked there while Caleb was at preschool.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

I hoped he'd take charge in that gruff way he had when he had sex on the mind. It always turned me on.

"Get those pants off," he said. "Panties too."

I let my blouse fall to the step behind me and reached for the button of my pants, removing them too. Since I'd feel weird wearing only my bra, I dropped it on one of the steps as well. That was the last thing I dropped—at the same time I stepped out of my flats. By the time I reached where he stood, I was four steps up, and the stairs behind me were littered with clothing items.

I propped an arm on each of his shoulders and leaned in for a long, slow kiss. He was still kissing me when he nudged me to a seated position on one of the steps above me. Then he broke the kiss and stood, parting my legs and moving between them as he knelt on one of the lower steps.

I threw my head back as his tongue made contact with my clit. God, that felt so good.

We made time for lovemaking, even as busy as our schedules were—even with a toddler in the house. It was important to find time to be together, but it was rare we got to do anything like this. Sex in an empty house that we technically owned but hadn't moved into just yet was next-level exciting for us.

"Mac!"

My voice bounced off the walls, magnified by the complete lack of furniture to absorb the sound. He looped a hand under each of my thighs, bracing me as he continued to lick. I, meanwhile, ran a finger around my nipple, eager to push myself toward climax but also wanting to prolong this pleasure as long as possible.

I didn't really have much of a choice, though. It just felt too good. Within only a couple of minutes of him starting, my back arched and I cried out his name again.

I'd barely come down when I bolted upright and put both hands on the waistband of his shorts. I had his cock out and in my hands in a matter of seconds, leaning forward to take him in my mouth.

Immediately after, he slid his hands through my hair and said, "Oh God, that feels good."

I knew exactly what to do to bring him to orgasm quickly, but he'd want to be inside me. He always wanted to be inside me when he came, even when we weren't trying for a baby.

He let me go for a minute or two as I snaked my tongue around his tip and down his base. Finally, I once again took him into my mouth as far as I could go.

And then he pulled back, and I knew it was time. I leaned back again, spreading for him. It took some maneuvering, but he managed to get both of us into a position that worked. Somehow, my left leg ended up propped on top of his right forearm as he slid into me, his pants around his thighs, his bare upper body looking hotter than ever.

I turned my head to the left slightly and saw nothing blocking the windows. No curtains, no blinds…nothing. The house across the street had two cars in the driveway, but nobody could see in here. Not with the sun so bright on the other side of that window. It was still sexy, knowing that right outside these windows, people went about their day with no idea what was happening in here.

And then my eyes drifted shut as I got caught up in the sensation of my husband's cock sliding in and out of me. I moved my hand to my clit and massaged it as he made love to me. I was an expert at pleasuring myself now, thanks to Mac teaching me.

I opened my eyes when my second orgasm started, wanting to drink in the man who was making love to me. I loved watching him as he tried to hold out, knowing that I was the one getting him so revved up, he had to think about something else entirely to avoid coming too soon.

"Ohhhhh," I cried out as the waves overtook me.

I gripped the stair rail to my left, clutching it so tightly, I was surprised it didn't break. But I kept my eyes open, focused on my husband, as he finally let go. He came with a guttural cry that threatened to turn me on all over again.

But a third orgasm would have to wait until later. We both had to get to work.

As we exited the house and walked to our cars, I found myself scanning the neighborhood. Had anyone heard us? Doubtful. Still, I couldn't help but feel just a little self-conscious, and I wondered if Mac was thinking the same thing.

He answered that when we got to the driver's-side door of my SUV and he stopped to give me a long, slow kiss. Anyone peeking out a window would see two people who were not only in love but had a tough time keeping their hands off each other.

Suddenly, I didn't mind so much, though. In fact, if everyone in town knew we'd just had sex in our own house, so be it. I was proud of my marriage and the life we were building.

"See you tonight?" he asked.

I smiled up at him. "See you tonight…at the house we'll be moving out of in just a month."

He groaned. "Don't remind me. We have a lot of packing to do."

"We'll get there." I stepped back, holding his hand as I continued to smile at him. "Together."

That brought a smile to my face. Yes, we were in this together.