7. Epilogue Two

Epilogue Two

Ian

20 years later

I've had Mae all to myself and I have enjoyed taking her on every single fucking surface this house has to offer. Now, it's about to come to an end because the kids are coming home for summer break, and it honestly has me in a mood.

I haven't decided what kind of mood yet.

Who am I kidding? I feel like killing somebody. I need James to go find me someone who owes me money.

"You are insufferable to be around today." Mae's hands slip around my shoulders and down my chest as she walks up behind me. I'm sitting at the long dining room table, staring at the financials of the casino, and my other endeavors. "You're in a mood."

"I am not," I grunt, slamming my laptop shut, then spin around in my seat so I can see my wife's beautiful face.

Fuck. She's gorgeous in her little sundress. The tiny straps on her shoulders are nearly invisible with how thin they are. I snatch her by the thick of her ass, grabbing each cheek, and setting her on my lap. Mae places her legs on the outside of my thighs, getting comfortable as she wraps her arms around my neck.

"You are, Ian. Admit it." Her thumb swipes back and forth across my neck, the annoyance leaving my body the moment her hands are on me.

"I was." I nod, confirming her suspicion, but now that I have her in my lap and my hands are traveling up this flimsy dress, I'm suddenly in a better mood. "You're here now. My bad mood is forgotten."

She playfully rolls her eyes at me. "Oh, that I believe, but I want to take a guess as to why you're so crabby, Mr. Roulette."

I lift her dress to her thighs, losing my ability to focus when I see the lacey white material of her panties peeking at me. "For every wrong guess, you have to take off a piece of clothing, Mrs. Roulette."

She smiles, the corner of her eyes showing barely-there wrinkles from our twenty years together. Mae is even more stunning than she was twenty years ago. Our adventures together are starting to show on our skin, and I wouldn't have it any other way. We have raised four wonderful, pain in the ass children who have given me my fair share of scares and grey hair.

I never had the privilege of being afraid of anything before Mae and the family she has given me. I will never forget when Kingston, my oldest son, first learned to ride a bike and he crashed. He broke his arm in two places and scraped his knee. When I heard him cry in pain, I was terrified. I was ready to destroy anyone who got in my way of getting to him.

That was my first grey hair.

And then Quillon, the middle child, and my second son wrecked his car at seventeen. He totaled it. We got a call from the hospital and my heart fell to the floor thinking he had died.

Next, we have Orion, the third child, and my biggest headache. He's the rebel of the four children. He is impulsive and spontaneous. I never know where he is or who he is with. He's free-spirited but serious. So imagine my surprise when he came home at fifteen years old with a giant tattoo and his nose pierced.

Lastly, we have my perfect, sweet, angelic daughter Lennox. She can never do wrong and can get anything she wants from me because she has me pathetically wrapped around her finger. My heart still stops when I think about how she came home crying from her first date because he kept trying to kiss her when she didn't want to.

I didn't kill the boy, but I did scare him, and send him and his family off my fucking island. No one makes my daughter cry.

Even though I love them and have these memories, I'm still going to huff and puff about not being able to have my wife to myself. I have to share her.

I don't fucking like doing that.

She's such a wonderful mother though. After she gave birth to Lennox, I thought I had lost Mae. My mind whirled down a road of fear of living a life without her, living a life as a single parent of four. Mae nearly died giving birth to our daughter. The bleeding wouldn't stop. The hemorrhaging was too severe and because of that, she had to have a hysterectomy.

I didn't care. I only wanted her alive.

"Now you're in a different mood. Where did you go?" Mae strokes my cheek, bringing me back to the present.

"I'm thinking about our life together." I slide my hands up her back, her smooth skin a salvation I don't deserve to touch. Gripping her by her waist, I pick her up, turn her around, and sit her on the dining room table.

I slip one finger under the delicate strap of her dress and slip it down her shoulder, revealing a small tan line. "I'm thinking about how fucking annoyed I am that I have to share you when our kids come home."

"Ian. You have me all to yourself all the time."

Sliding the other strap down her shoulder, I growl. "And that still isn't enough."

"You'll be glad they are home."

"I know that." I drift my hand between her legs, sliding it up her thigh before cupping her pussy. "But now I have to be careful of where I take you and when. You won't be able to scream my name so it echoes in this house. You have to be fucking quiet," I snarl, pushing her panties to the side and tease her entrance.

She moans, tossing her head back.

"And you know how much I hate it when the world can't hear you scream my name."

I push one finger inside her tight, warm cunt, moaning my own desire when I feel hot wet she is. "How am I going to control myself knowing this pretty pussy is all mine and I can't fuck it when I want?"

"You can fuck me whenever you want. You know that." She arches her back, her breasts threatening to spill out of her dress.

My thumb presses against her clit every time I push inside. "It won't be the same, Sweet Mae." I bend down, nibbling the shell of her ear. "And it tempts me to fucking take you anyway, anywhere I want just like before, and if they see, then that's their burden to bear. That's what they fucking get for thinking they could just come home whenever they want without repercussions."

"Ian." She grips my wrist, moaning. "They are always welcome back home."

I slip a third finger in, bunching her dress to her stomach so I can see myself claim my wife. "They are but they better not get in my way when it comes to fucking you." I bury my fingers to my knuckles, curling over her to steal her lips.

My cock is aching. Every pulse of my heart causes my dick to throb in agony because I need her so fucking much.

My want, my lust, my goddamn body becomes desperate to be closer. Our tongues duel, our lips tangling in a kiss, and we are forced to breathe the same air if we want to stay alive. We kiss madly, deeply, and violently.

Mae bites my lip while clawing at my blazer, trying to yank it from my shoulders. I don't want to pull away, but I do to throw the damn jacket off, and then I'm on her again, kissing her as if it is the only way I'll stay alive.

I thrust my fingers inside her, igniting a precious whimper from her body. My hands have a mind of their own. I yank the left side of her dress down, her breast spilling free, and I don't waste any time breaking the kiss to suck her nipple into my mouth. I nibble the tight bead, flicking my tongue over the tip, lavishing it.

I remember the times when she used to breastfeed and I would lap her milk up, wanting the part of herself that she gave our children.

Growling, I reach down and unbuckle my belt, flick the button, and yank down the zipper. Freeing myself, I pull her down to the edge of the table, yank my fingers free, and drive my cock inside her.

"Ian!" she cries in the dining room, my name reverberating for the millionth time off the walls.

And it never gets old.

"Fuck, how is it that you feel better every damn time I'm inside you?" I lift off her, tweaking her freed nipple while I pound into her wet cunt.

With every hard thrust, she slides on the table. I pull her to me, lifting her legs onto my shoulder and hooking my arm around her thighs to keep her locked against me.

"How am I supposed to fuck you like this?" My hand flies to her throat like it always does, gripping her neck with a firm squeeze. "Tell me. How am I supposed to fuck my wife how I want, when I want, where I want when our kids are home? How can I make this pussy drip onto the dining room table, so I have something sweet to feast on when I'm done filling you with come?"

Her hands slap onto the table, her fingernails digging into the wood to try to gain some leverage. I'm rough, slamming into her with every ounce of strength I have.

I'm unforgiving when it comes to showing Mae how much I want her.

Her cries turn to screams as her orgasm gets closer to the surface.

"Look at me."

She doesn't listen. Her eyes remain squeezed shut as her pleasure builds.

I grip her chin, forcing her to turn her head. "I said look at me!"

Her eyes snap open at last, revealing glazed-over light green irises.

"Good girl. Now answer me."

"I don't know! I don't know." Her mouth parts and those pretty eyes close again.

"Look at me when you come. I want to see how good I make you feel. Eyes on me, Sweet Mae."

She listens beautifully, locking her gaze with mine. I turn my head, kissing her ankle, groaning with every moment I fill her.

"We heard screaming! Is everything okay— oh my god!"

I look up to see Lennox spinning around and running away.

Kingston is frozen in place, his face loses color, and his eyes are wide.

Orion covers his face. "My eyes! I need bleach. Oh God, I'm going to throw up."

Kingston spins around and walks out of the room.

Quillon sighs and reaches for the doorknob. "You could have got a room."

"We are in a room," I growl. "Get the fuck out of it."

The door slams shut, and Mae has her face covered. Luckily, we are still dressed, and my hand is covering her breast, so the kids didn't see anything, but they saw enough.

I slam into her again, uncaring that the kids saw. It won't stop me from feeling Mae come all over my cock.

"Ian! The kids—" Her attempt to stop me falls on a soft moan. "We can't."

"The hell we can't. I'm not going to stop." I ram into her faster, sweat beading on my temples. "You're going to take every fucking drop. And then, I'm going to plug you so you're ready whenever I want you today."

"Ian!" she screams, slamming a hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet.

I rip her hand away, covering her mouth with mine, wanting to taste her moans. The kiss is sloppy and unfocused as we both get closer to the edge.

"Fuck. Fuck, Mae. Fuck!" I roar, curling over her. I bury my fingers in her hair and yank her head to the side, kissing up and down her throat.

Her fist slams against the table and her orgasm has her back arching, her breasts press against my chest, and her come drenches my cock.

"Mae. Fuck, take me. Take every fucking inch, every fucking drop." I wrap both hands around her throat, pulling another orgasm from her. The space between us is wet and slick, and I plant myself as far and deep as I can, filling her with everything I have to give. "Mae!" I pull her up by her neck, our lips breezing against each other. "You're mine."

"Yours."

I crash my lips against hers, driving inside, pushing my come deep into her body. She might not be able to have my children anymore, but she can drip of me.

I'm glad she can't get pregnant. I can't share her more than I already do.

"I'm never eating at that table again!" Lennox shouts behind the door.

"I'm going to need therapy," Orion says.

"Dramatic," Quillon states with a bore. "All of you."

"It doesn't make you sick?" Kingston begins the argument, as usual. "We just saw our parents fucking."

"How do you think we got here? They fucked." Quillon sounds bored. "It really isn't a big deal."

"Go the fuck away! We will deal with you four later. I'm going to fuck your mom again. So if you don't want to hear, I suggest you go to your rooms."

"Ian," Mae hisses before giggling.

"Nope. No. I'm out of here."

"Me too."

"Me three."

"Yeah, same. I have shit to do," Quillon states, and finally, their footsteps retreat.

Mae blinks those gorgeous eyes at me. "Again? Are you sure you have it in you, Mr. Roulette?"

I sneer, grabbing the material of her dress at her breasts, and rip it right down the middle. "You have no idea, Mrs. Roulette."

Lifting her from the table, I bring her with me as I sit in the dining room chair. My wife is straddling my lap, my cock buried deep, and she begins to rock.

I'll never stop claiming my wife.

She was mine to take all those years ago and she's still mine.

I'll take and take.

Until death takes us.

Even then, we will share a grave, because six feet under will be dark and cold. I won't ever allow her to be alone and afraid, so I'll hold her when we are bones.

I'll take her to the afterlife and love her there too.

The End.