Epilogue

One year later

Don

I glance toward the bathroom, considering, for the thousandth time, flaunting my wife's stern parting instruction.

‘Stay right here, Don. Don't move an inch.’

A fond smile tugs at my lips as I recall her adorably stern expression as she said those words. She's definitely up to something in there. One year in and she's never ceased to surprise me with new sides to her. Earlier today, Agnes told me I hit a gold mine with Leah. I'm one lucky bastard.

I lean back on my hands as I let my mind drift to the events of the day. Leah had suggested we host a Christmas dinner at our new home, and it was perfect. I was especially pleased to see Agnes laughing, full of life again after her cancer scare two months ago. Seeing her healthy felt like a blessing, like the universe had decided to give us all a break. Lily seemed different– and there's a new air of maturity about her that's both amusing and reassuring. I wonder if it has anything to do with her upcoming eighteenth birthday in May. Rick and Natalie, though —something seems to be going on between those two. I can't put my fingers on it yet, but I can tell something has changed, especially with Natalie. She seemed happy, lighter than I'd seen her in the months after Marcus's death. I hope it means she's finally coming out of her grief. If Rick has anything to do with that, I'm all for it. She deserves to be happy again.

Just then, the bathroom door opens, and every single thought vanishes from my head. There's Leah, standing by the doorway, wearing a dangerously seductive Santa costume that suddenly catapults me into the memory of our first night together. My body responds instantly, heat rushing from my head to my cock.

“Is this what you were up to?” I manage to ask, my voice rough.

Leah starts to walk toward me, slowly, swaying her hips from side to side in a provocative sway. "Well," she says, voice soft, teasing, as she runs her fingers over the strap that runs across her boobs. "What do you think?"

I raise an eyebrow, my eyes trailing over her body, taking in every inch of her. "I think you're playing a dangerous game, darling."

She lets out a small, sultry laugh, stopping right in front of me, then leans forward slightly to brush her fingers against my chest. "Maybe," she whispers. "But the real question is... what are you going to do about it?"

I grab her by the waist, pulling her into my lap. She gasps, but it's exactly what she wanted, I can tell by the way her body presses into mine. My voice drops, rough, barely controlled. "I'm going to fuck you long and hard, baby," I growl in her ear. "First in your pussy and then in your tight ass until you're full of my cum." She sighs softly, a shudder racking her body. I run one hand up her bare thighs, wrapping the other around her neck. I slide a finger into her, gently applying pressure around her throat.

“Don, please…” she moans, her hand closing around mine, stopping me. “I- I need to do something.

Swallowing a groan of protest, I grind my teeth against the painful ache in my cock. Then she sinks to her knees in front of me and I lost my train of thought. I watch, rising slightly as she pulls down my shorts. Then she grasps my balls, slowly rubbing them.

"Holy fuck, Leah!" I gasp when she takes my dick into her mouth. All of me. I grab her hair, my cock throbbing in her mouth as she sucks harder and faster, driving me crazy with her tongue. "Jesus Christ, Leah, you're going to kill me if you keep going like that."

But I need to come inside of her. I need to feel her heat around me as I pulse into her. So, I pull her hair harder, forcing her head back. Her eyes clash and stay on mine while she continues pumping me furiously with her hand.

“Holy hell, Leah…”

I pull her onto my lap, hook a finger into her costume and yank it off, then I thrust forward, driving my cock into her. She screams my name, her fingers digging painfully into my shoulder as I fuck her hard and fast. Her pussy clenches and unclenches around my cock as I pump it deeper and deeper. I smack her ass cheeks, clenching them tightly in my hands. Then I slip a finger between the cheeks, massaging the rim of her ass muscles before pushing inside her tight hole.

“Oh God, Don. That feels so good. Holy shit, I’m going to come!”

Her legs close around me, forcing me deeper. I slip in a second finger, finger fucking her ass while drilling her pussy with my cock. Suddenly, her body starts to vibrate as a powerful climax rips through her. Her body shudders against mine as her screams pierce the air.

Then I pull out, ignoring the throbbing pain in my dick. “Bend over, darling.”

She obeys immediately, crawling onto the bed on her hands and knees and eager sticking out her lovely ass. I run my palms over the cheeks, spreading them as my cock grazes her entrance.

“Fuck me, baby,” she pleads, grinding her ass against my cock.

“I should spank you for being so impatient,” I murmur, teasing her entrance with my cock. “But I need to be inside you. Now.”

I push into her, stretching the muscles, forcing myself deep inside of her. She groans, then moans my name, falling forward on her elbows. Wrapping around her waist, I bring her up and slam hard into her. She screams my name again, and again, each thrust driving me deeper into her deliciously tight ass hole.

She rises to her knees, throwing her head back against my shoulders as she wraps her arms around my neck. “Oh, God, I'm going to come… oh, Don…”

I slide two fingers into her cunt, rubbing my thumb over her clit. She lets out a harsh cry as she comes undone against my fingers, her ass chest clenching tightly around my cock. I pull out and with one final thrust, I fall apart, pulsing hard and hot inside her ass.

We lay together for a long time after, our naked bodies pressed chummily together. I press her body even closer to mine, a familiar feeling of contentment settling in my chest.

If I died right now, I'd be the happiest man to ever live.

Leah stirs beside me, propping herself on her elbow to look at me. "Merry Christmas, baby," she says, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light. "I have a Christmas surprise for you."

I raise an eyebrow. “A surprise, huh?”

I ask, pressing my lips to her breast. I graze my thumb over one pebbled nipple, raising my eyes to hers. "Can't imagine anything better than this."

Leah grins and reaches over to the bedside drawer, pulling out a small, wrapped box. She hands it to me, and I sit up, a little curious, a little amused. “You didn’t have to get me anything, sunshine.”

“Just open it,” she says, her eyes brimming with anticipation.

I carefully tear open the wrapping and lift the lid off the box. Inside, there's a pair of tiny, cute baby shoes. For a second, I just stare, trying to process what I'm looking at. And then it hits me. For a moment, my heart stops beating, then picks up again at an impossible rate. I look up at Leah to see her watching me with a big smile of anticipation.

“Do you…? Are you...?”

She nods, her eyes glistening with tears despite the splitting grin on her face. “Yes, Don. I'm pregnant, we’re having a baby!”

I don’t know what to say. Hell, I don’t think I can speak at all. I just pull her into my arms, holding her as tightly as I can without hurting her. I thought I couldn’t be happier; thought I’d already reached the peak of everything good in life. But this... this is a different kind of happiness. I pull back just enough to look at her, my hand resting on her stomach, already imagining the life growing there. “Is... is a baby really growing in there? Our child?”

Leah laughs softly, her fingers brushing through my hair. “Yes, honey. Our child.”

I don’t know what I did to deserve this, to deserve her, or this life we’ve built together, but at that moment, I can't help but admit it to myself; I’m the luckiest bastard in the world.

~The End