Epilogue

Epilogue

Evie, four Months later in Italy

I didn't expect to spend Christmas Day getting married. But a few phone calls and a couple of hours later I was Mrs. Evie Dyson. Gotta love small towns! We planned on kissing the bustle of New York City goodbye the second the ink dried on my diploma in one year, and until then we've been going back and forth between Christmas and New York City. Not the easiest but I've come to love the small town so much I couldn't dream of living anywhere else.

But a trip to Europe? Now a girl can have her dream and live it too, right? As soon as my spring semester was over, we left for Europe for a delayed honeymoon. I'd been there many times as had Gabriel, but we'd never been there together, he argued.

It took a little work, but my father finally understood what my relationship with Gabriel meant and agreed to stay in Christmas long enough to give me away. I knew their friendship would recover from the blow it took, but I still can't help but feel bad for coming between them. Gabriel kept telling me he would do it all over again, and I won't lie. So would I.

The two weeks we spent abroad, I couldn't imagine falling more in love with the man, but it happened.

Gabriel certainly loved the great outdoors. So far I have lost track of the stone walls down deserted country lanes and crumbling castles we'd exited with my panties tucked in his pocket. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't complaining. And it was a far better tour of Europe than I had experienced before.

"I'm beginning to think the whole point of this trip was to fuck me in exotic locations." I pulled my skirt back down over my hips in the car.

"What's wrong with wanting to broaden my wife's education?" Gabriel asked, leaning in for a kiss.

Smug bastard.

"How far is the hotel?" I leaned my head on his shoulder while he studied the map.

"A few hours. Rest and gain your strength. You're going to need it for what I have planned this evening."

"Wake me when we get there. Pasta every day is going straight to my hips and making me sleepy."

"But it's delicious pasta. Besides, you are as beautiful as always."

"Sweet talker."

"Only to my wife." He kissed my hand then returned his attention to his other love on this trip, the Italian sports car he'd bought in Rome.

We reached the hotel after dark. It was set along the coast, boasting luxury and privacy. It even had a private topless beach I would not be visiting in the middle of a chilly spring but come summer I had high hopes in adding a new experience to my bucket list. My husband was rather possessive of my breasts so teasing him about my plans was going to be fun.

Our bathroom had a giant soaking tub and I sank into it while Gabriel cleaned up for dinner. I'd overfilled the tub with bubbles but I suspected he was taking his time because I was hidden by soap and he liked to watch me bathe.

He was ready to towel me off when I got out. He took his time with that too.

"What time are our dinner reservations?" I traced the outline of his jaw with my kisses.

"They'll wait for us," Gabriel spun me around so that I faced the mirror that ran along the marble double sink vanity.

His hand roamed across my body, and I slid my arms back around his neck. I liked watching the pleasure he took from my body as he loved me.

"You little tease," Gabriel murmured. "Bend over for your husband, Ice Princess."

I leaned over, feeling the cool countertop on my breasts. I wiggled my ass, craving the feel of his palm against my skin.

The first slap shocked me like a plunge into an ice bath, but I craved that raw feeling too.

"You always give me that little moan and I already know you have cream dripping down your thighs for me."

"I do." I sighed. "I'm going to miss this when I get too big to bend over, but it'll just be until the baby arrives." I sashayed my ass.

But I wasn't rewarded with another slap.

"What did you say?" Gabriel's voice was a deep, husky whisper.

I turned my head to meet his eyes in the mirror.

"Do it again. Please. I want to feel the burn on my ass when you slide into me."

"Baby? You're pregnant?"

"Did you think I was eating that much pasta just because I could?" Well, I was, but still. Not the point.

Gabriel leaned over to cradle the soft slope of my belly. I wasn't showing just yet. But there was a tiny baby there nonetheless. My tits were bigger too but not that he'd ever complained about that.

"How do you feel? Do you need to lie down?"

"Thirty seconds ago you were spanking me. Now you want to treat me like I'm glass." I turned in his arms so that my nipples rubbed the front of his bare chest. "Why don't you show your wife how happy you are by fucking her?"

"It won't hurt the baby?" Gabriel whispered against my lips but already he was lifting me onto the vanity counter.

I spread my legs, reached for his zipper, groaning when I felt his heavy cock in my hand already hard and pre-cum leaking from the tip.

Life was pretty freaking amazing. Gabriel's hands slid up my thighs and gripped me.

I smiled up at him, unable to think of a better way to celebrate our marriage and our wonderful first Christmas together.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and fell into the bliss of my husband making love to me.

"Let's review how I got you this way, shall we?"

"Mmm," I purred. "Getting screwged just became a whole lot more fun."

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