Epilogue

Cole

Two years later…

Haley: I want you.

I stare at the text and lick my lips. I lost a game of PIG over the weekend, and now my wife gets three free-use days out of me.

I said what I said.

Cole: On my way.

I pass the ugly pink Christmas tree that now has a few more hideous ornaments on it, and head out of our house that I designed myself. These past two years have been a whirlwind. Moving, marriage, the Marine Life projects.

What’s next?

I can’t wait to find out.

Making it to Haley’s office in record time, I sprint to her floor. It’s two in the afternoon, so I’m sure they’re busy preparing table seating charts and shit.

My girl’s business is booming. She’s amazing. Everyone loves her.

And I’m the lucky sonofabitch who gets to kiss her good morning and fuck her to sleep every night.

Her office is kitted out with all kinds of luxury. You don’t come to her for a pizza party, you come to her for a million-dollar wedding. Although, she would totally throw a banging pizza party if you asked. She caters accordingly. No event too small, no wish list too big. But most of her clients have extremely deep pockets.

Her dream office looks exactly like the drawing she gave me two years ago. The pride I feel every time I come here never gets old. It’s usually bustling with staff working on centerpieces and designs or meeting with clients. This afternoon is super quiet.

“Where is everyone?” I ask, entering Haley’s big office. Her beautiful orchid has thirteen buds on it, all ready to burst into blooms.

“I gave them the rest of the day off.” Haley swerves around in her chair. Naked. She props her feet on the desk and spreads her legs. “Get over here and lick my pussy.”

“Yes. Ma’am.”

Did I mention how much I love my life?

Usually, I’m the one who gets free-use of Haley, but having the tables turned for once is really fun. I didn’t think I’d enjoy being her fucktoy as much as I do.

Oh, who am I kidding. Yes, I did.

I crawl under her desk and roll her chair back until it hits the big windowsill behind her. “Put your feet on my shoulders.”

She bites her lip and does what I say.

Her pussy is drenched already. “What have you been thinking about, bad girl?” I shove a finger into her and pump it.

“You. Always you.” She reaches behind her and grabs something. When I look up, she’s wearing a mask.

My mask. The one I wear that only has a window for your eyes.

Oh. Fuck.

This is new. I think I like it.

She snaps her fingers and points at her pussy.

I definitely like it.

I suck her clit and fingerbang her until she’s clutching the armrests of her chair, screaming my name. She tears the mask off and pants.

“Thank me,” she orders.

“Thank you, Angel.”

“For what?”

“Feeding me.” I lick her again, loving the way she melts on my tongue.

“Fuck me,” she says next.

Haley starts ripping at my shirt while I take care of my pants. Turning her around, I press her hands to the window. “Spread your legs, Angel.”

She lifts onto her toes, and I slam home in one thrust.

“You take this cock so well.” I rail her hard while she gets a great view of the street. “Such a good.” Slam. “Girl.” Slam. “You needed Daddy’s cock so bad, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she grunts. “I couldn’t wait another minute.”

I bite her shoulder, kneading her tits hard like she loves and fuck her until she’s a quivering mess. Tugging her hair, I rotate my hips and slam into her harder. “You’re doing such a good job, Angel. Letting me use all your holes.”

She’s close to another orgasm.

Pulling out, I spin her around and lift her up, then impale her again. I fuck her on the desk, the chair, the wall, and we finally land on the large conference table. Haley grips the edge, holding on for dear life while I fuck her mercilessly.

“That’s it, Angel. Come around my cock.” Holding her with a nice hand necklace, I make her look at me. “Stay with me,” I growl. “Stay right here. Look at me when you come, Angel.”

She rubs her clit while I rearrange her insides and less than a minute later, she’s screaming my name.

I unload at the same time she does, and we both sink into each other. My heart’s beating a mile a minute.

Christ, I might stroke out.

We finally peel off each other to catch our breaths.

“Nice touch with the mask.”

“Thought you’d appreciate it.” Haley keeps her legs wrapped around me. “I missed you all day today.”

“Oh yeah?” I nip her bottom lip. “Me or this dick?”

“Is there a difference?” she teases.

I spank her ass for that one.

She makes another snarky comment, and I spank her ass two more times.

“Keep punishing me and I’ll come again,” she warns.

Quick as a whip, I bend her over and spank her until she’s a writhing mess, clawing at the table. Her ass is a beautiful cherry red now.

She giggles, stumbling when she tries to stand again. “We need to play PIG again. I’m making it my life’s mission to kick your ass every time so I can have more free-use days.” Her hand sails down to play with her clit again.

“Greedy girl.” I slap her hand away and sink to my knees so I can eat her until she comes again. Haley’s insatiable. I think I’ve created a monster.

After I’ve made her come so much, she begs to me stop; I get her dressed and we head out for an early dinner.

“I have a surprise for you,” she says, as we sit in our favorite booth at the Screaming Pelican. Haley pulls out a little box and pushes it across the table.

“I can’t wait to see what this year’s hideous ornament will be.” Last year, she got us a sloth-faced Santa riding an ostrich. It was disturbing. It’s also my favorite so far.

Opening the package, I freeze, confusion eating up my brain cells.

“I just found out last week,” she says cautiously.

I gingerly pull out a little silver ornament that’s the shape of a rattle. It even jingles.

My heart jams into my throat. “Is this what I think it is?”

“We’re due in June.”

I’m a clusterfuck of emotions. Tears fill my eyes, my hands are shaking, hell my whole ass body is shaking, and I can’t feel my feet. “We’re having a baby.”

Haley tucks her hair behind her ears. “Are you happy?”

“Am I…” I can’t feel my face. “Am I happy?”

That’s not a strong enough word for this emotion. “We’re having a baby.” I get out of the booth, pull her out, too, and twirl Haley around. “We’re having a baby!” I scream so everyone in the restaurant hears us.

Cheers erupt, and Haley tips her head back, laughing.

Setting her down, I cup her face and kiss her hard. “I love you so much.” Gently rubbing my hand on her lower belly, I want to scream, cry, throw up.

I’ve never felt this excited before.

I can’t wait to tell my family, our friends, the mailman and anyone else I cross paths with.

I’ve got an amazing wife. A baby on the way. A career I love. A house I made. And the ugliest Christmas tree in the whole wide world.

I’m the luckiest man on earth and nothing will ever change that.

Haley and I built our dreams and found our way back together, just like we were meant to. And now we’re going to start a new adventure together, just when we’re meant to.

Timing is everything.

And so is Haley.