Epilogues Are For Lovers

I hangthe last dress onto the hook on my side of the closet, the dress I married Lincoln in, knowing the closet will never be as organized as it is now.

It's wild thinking about how I got here. A freaking glory hole brought me to my future husband, who was right in front of my face the whole time. It hasn't been easy going, at least in the sense of getting to where we are now. But when I think about my relationship with Lincoln? It's the easiest thing I've ever done.

I slide my fingers against the sparkly material, thinking back to that day and how happy I was, how I still am. But there is a lingering sensation of wishing our families were there to watch us get married.

Lincoln's parents and brothers were onboard quickly. I think because they never expected him to get married, and it was easy for them to see the change in him. It's been slower for my parents—mainly my mother—but she's finally coming around. She's even coming over tomorrow to check the new house out and help me design.

I rub the material between my fingers sighing, not knowing how my life got here, but happy that it did.

As soon as I turn around, there's a huge clang, making me jump and clutch my chest as I gasp. I spin around and the entire fucking rack, with all the clothes I just hung, is on the floor.

I sigh, considering shutting the door and making this a problem for another day.

The door flies wide open, to where it was previously ajar.

"Are you okay?" Lincoln says louder and more aggressively than the situation requires. Clearly having run down the hall worried for my safety, I like it more than I should.

I wave a hand at the disaster before me, indicating the noise and that I'm perfectly fine.

"Yeah, the shelf just fell down."

"What the fuck? This is a new house."

"I guess new construction isn't as great as people say it is," I joke.

He arches a brow at me. He's wearing mesh athletic shorts that show the bulge of his dick and a tight black t-shirt. Casual Lincoln is my favorite, and he's all mine.

"You know, we haven't christened the house yet," he says. Eyeing the absolute mess behind me. Both of us are clearly on the same page—fuck this closet.

I smirk, thinking about what we watched together a few weeks ago and what I'd like to emulate. One of the best things about Lincoln is he's ready to try anything at least once, and so am I.

When I can keep the man on his toes, I take the opportunity.

"Meet me in the laundry room in five minutes," I tell him.

He arches a brow at me. "The laundry room?"

I rub my hands over his chest. He's a little sweaty from moving shit, and I like it. I know that when he takes off his shirt, his chest will be speckled with a glossy sheen that I'd happily lick off. But that's not in the plans for tonight.

Honestly, most nights we just have sex, in a numerous amount of positions. But now and then we like to play.

And I really feel like playing right now—with my husband—in our new house that we bought together. Both of our names ending in Carlson as I signed the dotted line.

"Don't you trust me?"

"I swear to God if you bring me in there to hang something up... my arms hurt."

I lightly tap his biceps.

"Poor strong man. If you're too tired…"

"I'll meet you in the laundry room," he replies sharply.

"Excellent."

He slaps my ass hard as I walk past him, making my way down the hall to the laundry room. They're both front loaders.

It's probably silly, in fact I know it is, but isn't that what marriage or being a long-term partner is about? Being silly and turned on with one another.

If anything, it kind of reminds me of the very unique way that we met. I take off my panties and shorts and decide I might as well get completely naked for the whole experience. I get on my knees, the tile cool and harsh against my skin, as I rest my front half of my body in the dryer.

The wait feels endless until the door to the laundry room clicks and Lincoln lets out a dark laugh.

"Oh no, did my wife just so happen to get stuck in the dryer with her bottom half completely exposed?"

"I'm really not sure how this happened. Do you think you can help a girl out?" I say, trying to stop myself from laughing.

His hand cups my ass cheek and he squeezes. No doubt his fingers leaving an imprint in their wake.

"Seems like a wasted opportunity."

"Help me out, I'm stuck."

His fingers slide down my ass, and he cups my pussy.

"Why are you so wet? Were you hoping I'd find you like this and want to sink my cock deep inside this greedy little pussy?"

"Of course not. I was just taking off the sticker from the inside of the dryer."

He pauses for a moment, clearly trying to hold it together.

"I think you wanted this. I'll give you what you want. All you had to do was ask," he says.

"I really just wanted?—"

My words die out as his cock slides deep inside of me, forcing me to stretch around his length. My only saving grace is how attuned our bodies are. My body nearly drips with need anytime he says something dirty.

"What was that, Honey?" He thrusts and I have to hold my hands up so I don't hit my head on the dryer. "What is it you wanted?"

"Fuck," I hiss as I feel his spit slide down the crack of my ass. His thumb collects the moisture and pushes into my back entrance.

"You want it harder?" he asks, but it isn't a question as his thrusts increase.

My hand slips, and I go careening against the bottom of the dryer.

"Fuck," Lincoln groans, pulling his cock out and grabbing me by the waist to tug me out. I eagerly fall out of the dryer and as soon as I look at Lincoln, who is biting his lip, trying not to laugh, I lose it.

Tossing my head back and laughing as he follows suit, shaking his head.

"Come here, you fucking psycho," he says as I continue laughing. He picks me up by the waist, sitting me on top of the dryer as he cups my face and kisses me.

No sooner is he lining his hard, wet length against my pussy and pushing in. I keep one hand behind me for balance as I drag my other hand along his chest. Lincoln holds my face, kissing me, while he fucks me.

The dryer rocking and slightly banging against the wall with each thrust.

I'm so close, right on the cusp of my orgasm, and Lincoln knows it. He pulls away from my face, placing his hand between my breasts. I use both arms to hold my weight, my tits bouncing with each thrust as he grips me by the thigh with one hand and strums on my clit with the other.

He watches where we're joined with rapt attention, like it's the most fascinating thing he's ever seen, like he'll never get enough of me.

I watch him in the same way, wondering how I got so lucky and if there will ever be a time where being with him doesn't feel transcendent.

His fingers work quickly against my clit. He knows my body so well. I shutter, my muscles tensing as I let out a moan and fall apart.

"That's it. I'm going to fill you up with my cum and watch it leak out," he groans as he does just that. His grip on my thigh is bruising as his hips snap and he fills me with his release.

He leans forward, his messy hair slightly damp as he captures my mouth with his, a smile pressed against my lips.

"That was a nice surprise. But I don't think being trapped in the dryer is our thing," he says with a laugh, which I follow suit. Which makes Lincoln wince as my muscles tighten around his length.

"I thought it was kind-of glory hole adjacent."

He shakes his head. "Now that I have you, I never want anything to get between us again."

Lincoln Carlson truly is the most romantic man on the planet and I'm the lucky woman who gets to call him my husband.

Two Years Later

My bump ishuge in this flowy white dress, but I still feel beautiful. The sun is setting as I walk down the sand in bare feet. It's just our family and some close friends, like Krystal, her wife and daughter, and Lincoln's assistant, Marie and her husband, that are seated along the aisle.

Lincoln is wearing a white shirt and tan pants at the altar.

My mom is crying tears of joy. How did we get here? I'll never know, but she's truly accepted Lincoln as my husband beyond all else. It probably doesn't hurt that we've been happily married for two years with our first kid on the way. With the way this pregnancy has been going—definitely our last.

Lincoln is grinning as I approach and I take his hands in mine. There's no minister or anything. We just wanted something symbolic and with our families. My mom had a heavy hand in planning and at any moment I have to publicly show Lincoln I love him, I do.

"Can I start?" I ask, and he nods his head. He still looks at me like I'm everything to him. He still holds me at night and orders my favorite food. He's truly my other half and I don't know what I'd do without him.

I clear my throat, hoping I don't ruin my makeup with tears as I speak. "I can't pinpoint the exact moment I fell in love with you, because you've always owned a piece of my heart. But I can tell you the exact moment I knew I wanted to be your wife one day. It was here on vacation, when we were dancing at that dive bar while it poured rain. I knew then that I could spend the rest of my life searching and I'd never find a fraction of what we have."

Lincoln squeezes my hands, his own eyes filling with tears.

"You've helped me become the person I've always wanted to be. When I fell in love with you, you helped me fall in love with myself. You're the best husband I could have ever asked for and I know you'll be the best father to our daughter. I love you, Lincoln Carlson, and even if we lived a thousand lifetimes, I'd always choose you."

I pull one hand away to wipe my face and Lincoln does the same. I don't dare look at our family or else I'll cry harder.

"How am I supposed to follow that?" Lincoln jokes and there's a mix of laughter and sniffling.

Lincoln clears his throat, grabbing my hands and holding them again.

"I thought I knew who I was, what I wanted, and then you came along. I never really envisioned myself becoming a dad or growing old until you. I didn't think I'd be a good husband or a half decent partner, but with you it came easy. Not that getting to this point wasn't tumultuous at best. I know I was needy and adamant, but I've never wanted anything more than I wanted to be yours. You are the sun of my life and I love you for putting up with me," he says and everyone laughs. "For being my wife, and being the mother of our child. I love you Penelope Carlson, and I wouldn't trade a single moment to get to where we are today."

I grin as he leans forward and kisses me, our family clapping and the waves trickling in from the distance.

This wasn't the life I ever imagined. It's so much better.

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