46. Epilogue

Tilly

I 'm standing on the beach in Florida. The warm water laps at my shins as I clap my hands together. Tommy's heat is coming up, and he paddled out a few moments ago.

"Tommy!" I yell. He looks over his shoulder and shoots me the finger. I giggle and clap again.

The announcer comes over the speakers. "And next up, we have Tommy ‘Shark Bait' Hillcrest. He's just coming off a strong win in Australia." The crowd starts chanting his nickname. Tommy was right; his video went viral, and everyone loves it.

The story of him getting bit by a shark is, of course, false, but still, the nickname was born. It made business at the surf shack, where Tommy now does lessons when he isn't off winning tournaments, boom.

Everyone wants to learn from Shark Bait. Especially the ladies. Thankfully, I'm always nearby to show unknowing women pictures of our two beautiful boys. Matthew Gregory and Andrew Grayson. Or Matty and Drew, as we call them, are already a year old. It flew by just as Sam promised it would. Though I do miss them as tiny babies. People say babies are hard, but they are wrong. Toddlers. Toddlers are like demons with no conscience. Or maybe hurricanes. Or demonic hurricanes. And I love it.

Tommy starts paddling for a small wave, and I push aside thoughts of my children. When Tommy is in a tournament, I focus solely on him. That's only made possible by Henrietta watching our kids back at the hotel room. She sold her catering company for a huge profit and is a full-time Gam Gam now. We never would have survived those first few weeks of hourly feedings, diaper explosions, and sleepless nights without her help.

Tommy catches the wave and pops to his feet. He's ripping up the curl, cutting back, and zooming down the face. At the last second, he cuts back again, spraying water over the crest. The crowd roars to life, chanting his nickname in the same silly way from that movie our boys love.

"Tommy, babe!" Tommy flicks the seawater-soaked hair out of his face and smiles at me. "You suck!" I yell. He tilts his head back in an exaggerated laugh.

I take a few steps out of the water and sit down, feeling the hot sand under my legs. I let the sun beat down on me. It's a beautiful day, though I do miss my bikini. Having twins left me with stretch marks that I don't exactly love. Covering them up is a bit of a bummer, but better than stares I suppose. Tommy claims those are my battle scars. Delivery was rough. Maybe more so for my poor boyfriend. I wasn't exactly friendly while giving birth.

But the one-piece is still sexy, and I know it. Men still look my way, and I secretly love when Tommy shoos them off.

Though we still haven't married, neither of us has any intention of ever being apart again. Not in the least. Life isn't perfect, but it's damn close.

After another two runs, Tommy races out of the water, straight to my side. "Hey, babe, you look comfy," he says, offering me a wet kiss.

"Yes, but I think I'm getting a little burned. Can you?" I hold the sunscreen out, and Tommy growls.

"You certainly look hot," he says. I love the way his voice can get so low and husky.

"Come on, Tommy, I'm serious," I say. Tommy nuzzles my neck, dripping seawater all over me. "Tommy!" I yelp when he starts sucking on my shoulder. But he doesn't stop; he lowers the strap of my swimsuit and starts peppering me with kisses.

"Let's go rinse off," he says, his tone still breathy.

"You have the awards ceremony," I say with a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah. First place, big deal. Take me back to the hotel before Ma figures out it's over."

"Babe, she needs a break too."

He scoffs. "It's their naptime. She's probably doing a crossword puzzle." He's already dragging me away from the water. I laugh and grab my bag.

By the time we get to the elevator of the beachside hotel we're staying at, I'm wrapped around him, kissing him like a lovesick teenager.

A group of giggling girls gets on the elevator at the last minute, and I pry myself away. The girls are whispering and looking at Tommy. He flashes them his megawatt smile, and I roll my eyes.

"Babe, you looked positively sexy out there," I say loudly.

"Oh yeah?" He smiles at me, and I grab his still damp rash guard to pull him over to me.

"Yeah, it was hot. Like melt my panties hot," I say.

Tommy laughs. "Tilly! You're gonna embarrass me."

I rise onto my tiptoes. "I don't care." He stares at my mouth.

"Me either. You're mine. I want to melt your panties," he says it in a whisper, but I'm done fooling around. My possessive nature has turned into a passion that's more than real. I crash my face into his, moaning as his tongue splits into my mouth.

The women shoot glares over their shoulders and mumble, but I only have eyes for my man. When the elevator stops, the women get out. But we're up a few more floors. One of the perks of being a well-known surf pro is resorts often comp our stays, usually with suites. As soon as the other women are gone, Tommy grabs onto my ass and lifts me up. My legs wrap around him.

I'm moaning into his mouth, suddenly as wet as I had joked. The doors open, but Tommy doesn't put me down. He walks us towards the door of our hotel room, fumbling with the keycard when we arrive as he tries to continue kissing me.

As soon as the door is open, he goes to our bed. The boys and his mother are in the attached room next door. He throws me down and rips his shirt off over his head. Before I can protest, he bends over me and uses his teeth to bite on my swimsuit at my navel.

"I love this, by the way," he says through his clenched teeth.

"So don't ruin it," I say with a small laugh. But Tommy's eyes have turned savage, and I can tell this is another shredded suit in the making already.

He kisses my jaw, then nibbles at my neck. I groan, not in the least bit wanting to be patient. The man loves to take his time.

I grab at his cock. It's like steel in my hands. But his giant paw snatches my wrist. "Uh no, you don't. I want this to last all day."

"We don't have all day," I say, gripping onto the bulge in his swim trunks again.

He chuckles and licks my cheek. "Then all afternoon. I want you screaming my name."

"It'll wake the—" Tommy covers my mouth with his hand. One of the first rules of sex after kids is not mentioning them during.

I laugh under his hand. Tommy roves down my face, tasting me as he does. Every touch of flesh leaves a burning trail. When he gets to the v-neck of my suit, he pulls it down, exposing both my breasts.

"Mmm. All mine," he moans. He tugs at one of my nipples, and I rub my thighs together.

"Tommy," I say, my breathy tone more of a warning.

He stops and backs up. I prop myself up. In a fluid motion, he pulls his shorts down, exposing his beautiful cock.

"Oh, babe," I say. No matter how many times I see it, I still love staring at him in all his masculine glory.

"You like that?" I nod, biting my own lip. "You wanna show me how much?"

I'm already crawling forward. He rests his knees against the mattress, and I lay on my stomach. With a gentle touch, I tickle the head, right on the sensitive tip. It jumps and leaks a bit of precum. I smear the warmth over his shaft and start stroking.

"Yes, babe, like that," he says. I look up; his eyes have closed. My other hand goes to his abs, feeling the smooth tight muscles constrict more with each pump of my hand.

He looks so good, so touchable, lovable. All mine. I move again and let my tongue flick over the tip as I stroke. He rumbles and shivers all over, and I take him in my mouth. His entire length is buried into me, and I let my tongue glide along the bottom seam.

"Yes, babe," he says, gripping into my hair. I speed up my movements, bobbing my head, as I watch him tighten all over.

He gasps and pulls my head back. "You're so fucking hot with that wet mouth. I'm close." I let his cock pop out of my mouth, and he looks down. I want him, maybe even more than our first time. I know exactly how he feels inside me, and how connected we've become over the last year is nothing short of amazing.

He looks at me, his gaze never leaving my eyes as he strokes himself and walks around the side of the mattress.

He straddles over my ass, letting his cock rub against my still-covered bottom. Bending over, he kisses my shoulder before I feel his fingers graze along my inner thigh. I shiver and let out a long moan.

"Oh, Tommy, please," I beg. He chuckles and pushes my suit to the side before plunging his fingers inside me. I yelp with pleasure. The man has magic fingers; he can make me come with only a few moves. A fact he prides himself on.

He finds my G-spot and swirls around. My body responds immediately, and I gasp out, gripping onto the edge of the mattress.

"Still so tight," Tommy says. He puts a hand on my shoulder and thrusts against that explosive magic spot again. "Come for me, babe."

Oh this man. This beautiful talented man. I shove my face into the blankets and let out a loud moan. Its one of the things we've had to get used to since the babies were born; being quiet. Small sacrifice, but annoying sometimes none the less.

Tommy removes his hand, then yanks at the bottom of my swimsuit, the fabric ripping right before he flips me over. God, I love when he gets so animalistic. And he knows it too.

I'm already seeing stars, dizzy with pleasure when he penetrates me in one thrust. "Fuck, Tommy," I yelp. He's plunging in and out of me in breathy moans.

"You like that, babe? You want it harder?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" I say, my words barely discernible between my pants. Tommy's pace picks up, growing frenzied. His cock sliding in and out of me at a frantic speed. Like he's racing me to a finish. It's how he attacks everything; surfing, working, loving me. Passion is woven through his life and I'm the lucky gal that gets to have it all.

His balls slap against me and I arch my back, meeting his pumps with every flick of my hips. I know he is close and angle my pelvis. I want more. Always. It's never enough with him. The pleasure is building in my stomach, starting to spread out to my limbs, numbing my mind to anything else.

His hand snakes down my abdomen before his thumb brushes my clit. He won't let go until he knows I'm there too. His agile hand makes quick small circles in the most satisfying way.

"I'm ready babe. Get there," he says. His words are like tinder to a flame. Knowing he's close, it's all that I need. My body explodes into a stomach flipping orgasm. I'm crying out his name with every shaky thrust. "Tommy…Tommy….yes!" Every word raises my ecstasy.

"Oh fuck yeah, babe. You feel so fucking good." His tip bursts inside me, filling me with a white hot warmth that I now consider sacred. It gave me the twins, a small miracle as far as I am concerned. Tommy lets his body weight fall onto me but I feel how his cock is still twitching inside against my walls and smile as he stills.

As soon as I've caught my breath, I look down. "Tommy…" I say, a hand going to my forehead in exasperation. My swimsuit is destroyed right at the crotch.

He laughs. "Relax, Tilly. We're rich now, I can buy you a new one."

"That's not the point. You keep doing this," I say. He rolls off and out of me. "It's not my fault you look so damn sexy," he says. He's on his back, panting. I prop myself up. How is it that I'm always recovered more quickly than him? Seems like it's on purpose. We both know that it's time to give Henrietta a break.

"We should get the boys," I say.

But he pulls me over and back down on the bed. "Til, Ma lives for those boys. Twenty more minutes won't do her in. Let's rinse off first." He presses a kiss to my temple and I know he's already won. But if I don't at least give him a hard time, he's going to know how difficult it is for me to refuse his every request.

"Doesn't mean we should take advantage. Come on, Drew had a runny nose—" He cuts me off with a passionate kiss. Though we just had each other, a moan escapes. I swear he kisses me to shut me up as often as he doesn't. When he finally pulls away, I'm a mess of goo. But he's already getting to his feet. With a wink, he runs to the bathroom.

God damn him. He's too fucking sexy. How can I resist a shower with that hunk of sweet man meat? I can't, that's how.

Trying not to laugh, I follow him into the bathroom. After a quick shower, with lots of kissing, we get dressed and knock on the joined door.

Henrietta opens it up after a few minutes, her lips pursed. "You two are not quiet."

But two identical boys are already fumbling forward. I bend down, and Matty comes to me first. He learned to walk slightly before Drew, and it's not hard to see why.

Drew is blind. We learned only days after he was born. His eyes are a pale blue, unlike Matty's, which have Tommy's warm brown irises. But both boys are happy as can be.

"This is why I bought you the noise-canceling headphones," Tommy says, pecking his mom's cheek.

"Well, text a warning next time," she says. Henrietta takes a seat near the window, already pulling her crossword puzzle open. Tommy has Drew in his arms and sets him down near the playmat we brought along. His favorite is making music on the little piano portion.

As Tommy sits with our son and presses buttons, Drew laughs, chasing the sounds with wobbling footsteps. Matty whines in my arms. He hates to be left out of the fun, so I set him down. I watch him half-run, half-stumble over and join in the game.

Our little family is perfect. Not that we don't fight or have our struggles. Since the night Tommy almost died, I hate to be apart from him. It has taken a lot of therapy, for both me and Tommy, to get to where our laughs aren't hollow. Noises in the night still feel like some Ukrainian mob member breaking in, but I have learned to thrive against the fear. Greg is happily teaching me self-defense, though it lacks the kinkiness that Sam claims.

Grayson is still in jail for another three months. He admitted to everything, but his willingness to work with the DEA and police department ensured a very light sentence. His son George is living with his in-laws in Oregon, a fact that I know he hates. We have a plan in place for when he gets out to help him back to his feet. The way he saved us, we won't forget.

Every laugh is a gift that I try to immortalize. Every giggle is a reminder of what I almost lost. But I'm so happy sometimes my cheeks hurt from smiling. Yes, life is good. Sam was right. Our found family is the happiest I know. Tommy is with me, and our life is content.

The End