Epilogue One

EPILOGUE ONE

DAMON

* One Year Later *

I t’s been an intense but fantastic weekend so far.

Sprawled across the enormous bed in an elegant hotel room in Kingsville, I can hear Allie puttering in the bathroom, probably taking off her makeup from our fancy dinner out.

I brought her to the city this weekend for a very special six-month wedding anniversary trip. Friday was spent at the hospital for an x-ray and a CT scan, to confirm that her migraines are just that: migraines.

I did some reading, and sometimes in the middle of terrible pain your mind can start spinning, worrying that it could be something even worse. I wanted both of us to know for sure that it wasn’t, so we could tune out that nasty voice out if it ever cropped up.

They’ll book her for an MRI if they find anything on the scans, but we’re fairly sure that everything is fine. Allie had asked the technician if they looked clear, and she said she wasn’t allowed to say anything – that it’s up to the doctor to send results in a couple of weeks. But then she mouthed the words “all clear” and gave a big thumbs up.

I wasn’t sure about any potential reactions to the contrast material for the CT scan, so I took Allie straight back to our hotel room Friday night and fed her smoothies, fresh fruit, and a light dinner to flush it all out of her system, just to be extra sure.

After all that excitement, today was spent strolling around checking out art galleries, bookstores, and having a quiet drink at a beach-themed place called Endless Waves. There was no beach glass nearby for her to hunt for, but I’ve taken her to various beaches several times to search for jewelry materials. She made necklaces for both of our mothers last Christmas.

Then we went to that fancy Italian spot for dinner, where it was nearly impossible to stop making out right there in the booth.

Finally, Allie comes out of the bathroom, and my jaw drops open. Her makeup is gone, and her long, dark hair is piled on top of her head in a messy bun. She’s wearing nothing but the hotel bathrobe, her wedding rings, and a smile.

As she slowly walks toward me, I stand up, strip, then slip back into the bed, patting the spot beside me invitingly.

“In case I haven’t mentioned it to my sweet husband ten times already,” she says, fluttering her lashes, “getting diagnostic brain imaging for our anniversary is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard of.”

“I hope it was also romantic taking my beautiful wife out for a spectacular dinner tonight.”

Allie slips into the bed, cuddling up next to me. “Yes, that was amazing. But I’m sure you’re very sleepy after that steak.”

“Not at all.” I raise my eyebrows suggestively. “I actually think I’m energized.”

Her fingers walk a slow circle around my chest. “Energized, hmm? Maybe we should burn some of that off, or you’ll never fall asleep properly. We do have that gallery opening you wanted to take in tomorrow.”

I can’t stop myself from grinning. Allie doesn’t know what that’s really about. A photography gallery is technically closed tomorrow, but they’re opening for us so that she can pick out a couple of large forest prints for our bedroom. She loved a similar one she saw at our dentist’s office last month, so I got the photographer’s contact information.

“You’re certainly looking very pleased with yourself,” she murmurs, dragging the arch of her foot slowly along my calf. “You’re not hiding any more surprises, are you?”

“No. Well, mayyybe . But I think what I need right now is not exactly a surprise.”

My chest almost bursts from the sweet look she gives me. I bury my face in the soft skin of her throat, inhaling her softness, her warmth.

I start to get an idea. Our bed at home doesn’t exactly have a headboard, just a series of wooden slats screwed into the wall. This king-size hotel bed has a massive padded headboard that is sturdily attached to the rest of it.

I jump up, shifting the dresser so that it angles toward us, then sit on the bed with my back against the headboard.

“What are you – oh!”

Allie gasps as I tear off the robe, turning her hot, curvy body toward the mirror.

I place her between my legs. She’s already rocking in my lap as I kiss along her shoulder. “Why don’t you ride me?” I rasp into her ear. “Hoist your sexy little butt up in the air and slide your pussy down on my cock. Then I can watch you in the mirror and see those pretty tits bouncing.”

For half a second, Allie gets the thousand-yard stare. But this time it’s from lust, as she falls into the sexy headspace where we boss each other around a bit.

Lifting her by the hips, I drag my impossibly hard cock through her wet seam. Then she wiggles down, capturing half of my length while adjusting herself. She’s trying to lean forward, but that blocks the delicious view.

“Rock up and down, baby. Once I’m all the way in, I’ll show you what to do.”

Allie whimpers with lust, placing her hands on my thighs as she moves back and forth, working me deeper and deeper inside. I hold her waist, helping her wriggle until my entire length is sheathed in her tight, wet heaven.

She turns, her arms winding back around me as she kisses me long and hard. I hold her still for a moment, then begin pulsing, stroking up into her until she gasps. “Wow,” she murmurs. “This angle is really something.”

“I’m glad. Now reach back to the headboard.”

With Allie’s hands reaching behind my shoulders, her back arches perfectly, showing her luscious breasts in the mirror. As I lift and lower her hips, I watch as my cock disappears into her snug, wet pussy.

“Look what you do to me,” I growl. “So fucking hot that you turn your man into an animal.”

“Yeah,” she gasps, tightening her thighs and swiveling her hips as she twists on my length. “And we both love it.”

“You know it.” Even though I treat Allie like a delicate princess most of the time, this rougher side of my love for her comes out to play now and then.

My hot wife is a vision as I stare at her in the mirror. Her open, panting lips. Her flushed breasts, the nipples tinted deep rose. The way her soaking pussy tightens around me even more the harder I thrust. My hand presses against her lower belly, making her arch even more as I pound up into her.

“Yeah,” she whispers, as I feel the tension beginning to gather already.

“Is this what you want, angel?” Placing two fingers in her mouth, I wait until she licks them, then bring them down to massage her clit. We’re both already panting, twitching, chasing the edge.

“Look at yourself in the mirror,” I rasp into her ear. I lightly spank her clit three times with my fingertips, then stop moving until she stares. “Look at how gorgeous you are. Then I want you to come for me as hard as you can.”

Allie has always been the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. But now, watching as she meets her own eyes in the mirror, writhing and rocking, shamelessly working my massive cock in and out of her tight little pussy…

My fingers are already rubbing her clit again. “Do it, baby. Come all over me.”

My free hand roughly grabs her breast, kneads her hip, squeezes her inner thigh. Her head tips back against my shoulder with a long, low cry, as I feel the warmth of her juices flooding my length. I suck in a ragged breath, still rocking and thrusting deep.

“Harder,” she gasps. “Damon…please…as hard as you want.”

Somehow I manage to wait ten more seconds until it feels like her climax is subsiding. Then I grab her hips with both hands and let go. It only takes maybe twenty strokes of using her sweetness for my pleasure before I growl into the back of her shoulder, clutching her against me, as I flush with heat and swell inside her, spilling my seed as deep as it will go.

Allie collapses back against me. “Wow.”

“Yeah.”

My arm wraps around her waist. “I’m a terrible person.”

She elbows me. “Really? How so?”

“We’re going to waste so much water showering again.”

Her lovely laugh fills the huge hotel suite. “You’re a firefighter. You’ve got some good deeds or karma points or whatever racked up. I’m sure we can waste five minutes of water.”

My hands are already massaging her breasts, her outer thighs. “Hate to tell you this, gorgeous, but we’re going to be a lot more than five minutes.”