Epilogue

EPILOGUE

brYCE

I was the luckiest man on the planet. Maybe in the whole wide universe.

That thought brought a smile to my face. It sounded like something our six-year-old son, Logan, would say.

But tonight, the kids weren't around. It was just me and my wife of eight years. And she'd never looked more beautiful.

"It's kind of nice to get out of my scrubs and put on fancy clothes," Sloane said, smiling at me across the table at the Rosewood Ridge Steakhouse.

We'd talked about taking a trip for our wedding anniversary, but with a six-year-old and three-year-old at home, being away that long was a challenge. So we were celebrating at our favorite date night spot.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" I asked, reaching out and taking her hand across the table.

She'd just set down her fork, having finished her meal, but neither one of us was in a hurry to pay the check and get home. Both kids would be in bed by now, with the babysitter likely doing homework on our couch.

I had plans to get Sloane naked under the sheets, but we'd have to be quiet. Our cabin was small, and sound carried.

"You have," she said. "But you can never say those words too much."

We'd both built a life that I never imagined having before I met her. Sloane worked as a dental hygienist here in town, and I worked on the same construction crew I'd been on during tornado recovery. We were busier than ever, but my schedule was flexible enough that I could pick Logan up from school in the afternoon, while Sloane handled getting our youngest, Joshua, from daycare.

"You know, no one can see us back here," Sloane said.

She shifted to the right slightly to take a look around the wall behind me. We were near the bathroom, which was not the ideal seat, but it did mean we had privacy.

It took me a second to figure out what she had in mind, but when she moved to sit next to me, I got it. Her hand settled on my thigh.

"I'm pretty sure the server has to come back to give us the check," I pointed out.

But my erection was already beginning to swell in my pants, betraying me. I couldn't see if someone was coming this way or not. Sloane could, though.

"I'll keep a lookout," she said. "But I think she's forgotten about us."

That was a good point. Our server had taken our order and brought our drinks, and we'd never seen her again. Someone else had brought out our food, and no one had stopped by since to see if we needed refills or anything. We were definitely in a forgotten corner of the restaurant.

"What exactly do you have planned?" I asked.

She answered that question by sliding her hand up my thigh a little more. Her pinky brushed my cock in the process, notching up my erection.

My eyes slid closed as a surge of adrenaline rushed through me. How long had it been? Too long—since we'd done something exciting like this, anyway.

Not that sex with the love of my life wasn't always phenomenal. I'd just forgotten how fun sex in public could be. Especially when there was a danger of getting caught.

"Do you remember our honeymoon?" Sloane asked as her fingers fumbled with the button on my pants.

She was right-handed, so this wouldn't be the easiest angle for her. But I was right-handed too, and she was on my right. I slipped my hand under her arm and began pulling her skirt upward.

"Are you wearing panties?" I asked.

"Nope."

She shook her head, her hair tickling my neck. She was leaning toward me, snuggling against me, and if my hand wasn't busy, I'd put my arm around her to pull her as close as I could get her.

"Sex on the beach," I said. "How could I ever forget?"

"Now I understand why the drink's so popular," she said.

Yes, we'd had sex on the beach in the middle of the day with people all around. Like today, we had been tucked into an area with low visibility, plus we had a tent surrounding our beach chairs. Still, making love with the sounds of the waves and people vacationing all around us had brought a thrill I hadn't expected.

Sloane withdrew her hand. "She's coming."

As the server approached to drop off our check, I worried she'd know what was going on. But she barely glanced at us as she asked if she could get us anything else. When I answered no, she turned and headed off.

"Will she come back to get that?" Sloane asked, gesturing toward the check holder the server had brought.

My hand was already moving its way up Sloane's bare thigh, shoving the skirt upward again with it. "She'll likely glance in this direction, and when she doesn't see it at the edge of the table, stay away for a little longer. That'll buy us some time."

Since Sloane wasn't wearing panties, I had quick access to her pussy, which was already wet. She'd been thinking about this a while. Probably even before she made the choice to go commando tonight.

I wasted no time, going straight for her clit, moving my finger across it in the pattern that had become so familiar. Meanwhile, she slid her hand under the band of my underwear and wrapped her fingers around my length.

My eyes drifted closed for a second as I took in the sensation. Damn, that felt good. But I had to keep my eyes open. Even though Sloane was watching, I couldn't shake the urge to monitor our surroundings for both of us.

When her strokes got a little sloppy, I knew she was close to coming. She kept her eyes open, though, as heavy-lidded as they were.

When she came, she gripped the table with her right hand and bit her lip, probably to keep from crying out. Finally, she let out a long sigh, and I knew my girl was completely satisfied.

And this was the most exciting thing we'd done in a while. This was hot—so hot it would fuel my fantasies for years. Or until we made new ones.

"Scoot over to where I am," she said, moving out of the booth and standing. She looked off to her right. "Trust me."

Frowning, I scooted, all the while feeling dangerously close to being caught. But once I was settled into her spot, I saw there was no one paying a bit of attention to us. Business at the restaurant was going on as though we weren't even here, and the server was nowhere in sight.

As I puzzled over what exactly Sloane had planned, she glanced over to her right again, then smiled at me as she lowered to a squat. She then crawled under the table.

Oh, fuck. Was she really going to…? Yes, she really was.

I felt a tug on either side of my waist, and in seconds, both my pants and my underwear were at my knees. My cock was out in the open. It was covered by the table, but I wasn't sure how much that counted.

But soon enough, I didn't mind at all. She took me in her mouth, cupping my balls as her tongue and lips worked their magic.

Nobody gave a better blowjob than my wife. Nobody.

I fought the urge to moan and groan, forcing my eyes to stay open, ever vigilant. Man, it would suck if our server started in this direction right now. But I had a whole plan mapped out where I'd stop her and have her move back to her seat, then we'd resume this in the truck before heading home.

Luckily, my wife ramped it up a notch, taking me into her mouth as far as she could, then swirling her tongue around the bottom as she pulled out. My eyes did drift closed briefly, but I forced them back open again, somehow managing to keep an eye on things while waves of pleasure shot through me.

I was getting closer and closer to shooting my seed right into her mouth. She'd swallow it. That thought took me the rest of the way toward my orgasm.

Just as Sloane had, I gripped the edge of the table as my cock pulsed, shooting a stream of cum right into her mouth. If we'd been home alone, I would have yelled out a profanity or two. My orgasm was that good. But I managed to stay quiet, especially once the server came into view. And she was heading this way.

I tapped Sloane on the head and said, "Stay still and hide" while I pulled up my pants and underwear and slid the napkin over my crotch.

"Oh," the server said, her expression changing as she neared the table.

For a terrifying second, I was sure she'd spotted Sloane under the table. She'd moved over toward the wall, where I assumed she couldn't be seen. But as the server arrived at the table, it was clear her eyes were on the check holder.

Shit. I'd forgotten to slide my credit card into the holder. The last thing I needed to be doing right now was trying to get to my wallet.

Luckily, I kept my credit card in my phone. I reached for it, slid the compartment in the back to the side, and pulled out my card, handing both it and the check holder to the server, who spun on one heel and walked off.

"Did she figure out what we were doing?" Sloane asked a minute or so later as she settled into her spot next to me, while straightening her clothes.

I shook my head. "I don't think so. She probably couldn't even identify either one of us in a police lineup, as little as she looked at us."

Sloane laughed. "I'll take it." Then she shifted her full attention to me, giving me that smile that always warmed my heart. "We need to make time for stuff like this more often."

"I couldn't agree more." I took her hand and squeezed it. "My life began the day you walked into it."

Her smile widened even farther. "Mine too. And I can't wait to see what happens next."

Our lips met in a sweet kiss that lasted so long and took me so far away from the reality around us that I didn't even realize until we parted that the server had returned the check. She'd just left it at the end of the table without a word to either of us.

"Let's sign this and get out of here," I said. "Before they call the police on us."

She laughed, but my wife was no lawbreaker, and neither was I. Still, that was an interesting fantasy we could table for a different day. We had an entire life ahead of us to try out different adventures.