Epilogue

Epilogue

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Even longer after that…

When I take out my phone to check on Rue’s location, my brother snorts a laugh. “What?” I ask and raise an eyebrow.

“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “I just can’t believe you’re still doing that.”

“She likes it.” When I say the words, he’s the one raising his eyebrow now. “Okay, fine, I like it too. Mind your business.”

“If I had to guess, I’d say Kelly took them to the bakery up ahead.”

“Good guess,” I confirm and tuck my phone in my back pocket.

“I can’t believe you two. All these years later and still a little too obsessed.”

“You’re one to talk,” I grumble, and he concedes.

“True. Maybe I should talk to Kelly about a tracking device.”

“It saves time,” I say matter-of-factly. “So you’re good with taking the kids for the night?”

“Yeah, the kids have the whole night planned out. They’re going to watch a movie and then learn the choreography for it so they can perform it for all of us at dinner tomorrow.”

“I can’t wait,” I say and feel a genuine smile tug at the corner of my lips. Our daughters are always keeping us entertained, and when they get together with their cousins, it’s almost too much. Almost.

“Here they are,” Luke says when we walk into the bakery and spot Kelly and Rue at the counter talking to one of the bakers.

The kids come running over, and I talk to my girls for a second before Kelly joins us with a huge box in her hand. Luke takes it from her and then pulls her to his side before kissing her on the top of the head.

“Ready to go?” he asks Kelly, and the kids cheer in agreement.

“I think we better,” she teases. “They already said goodbye to Rue. She’s at the counter asking about one of the cakes but said not to wait on her. I think we better get the kids out of here before they convince us to buy another dozen cookies.” Kelly turns to me, and I finish giving the girls a hug and a kiss goodbye. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“We wouldn’t miss it,” I tell her, and the girls and my little ones squeal with excitement.

Luke and Kelly manage to herd the kids out of the bakery, and I can only shake my head and laugh. They must have had a few cookies already because they clearly had the cousin-sleepover-sugar-rush hitting them.

Once they’re gone, I look at the counter and see Rue is talking to a guy wearing an apron with the bakery name on it. He comes around the glass display case and moves a little too close for my liking. I want to give her time to finish, but then he points at something at the bottom of the case and she has to bend over to see it.

He doesn’t bother to hide the fact that he’s checking out her ass, and I clench my fists. Before I know it, I’m walking up behind Rue and blocking his view. The baker looks surprised that I’m in his way and blinks a few times. Now that I’m this close I can see how young he is. If it was anyone else but my wife, I might understand. But not when it comes to my firecracker.

“The cake you’re looking at is taken, son,” I say, and I swear he has to tilt his head all the way back to meet my eyes.

“I wasn’t, I didn’t?—”

“You can lie to yourself but don’t lie to me.” I take a step toward him, but then I feel the small soft hand of my wife on my arm. It stops me instantly, and I look down at her.

“There you are, Daddy.” She says it so sweetly and then licks her bottom lip. She knows exactly what that does to me when she uses that tone, and my cock comes to attention. “I was asking about the red velvet cake. I know it’s your favorite, but I wanted to taste it first.” She leans in close so her tits are pressing against my arm. “You know how much I love it when it’s extra creamy.”

My jaw tics, and I stare down the top of her dress. She’s unbuttoned the top of it since before she and Kelly brought the kids in here. I can’t help but wonder if this is what she was doing the whole time I was saying goodbye to everyone.

Bending down so that only she can hear me, I stare into her eyes. “You little tease.”

“Me?” She blinks innocently. “I would never do something like that, Daddy.” She says the last word with a tiny moan, and fuck, she’s horny. That’s the sound she makes when her cunt needs to be filled.

I press my lips together, and my nostrils flare. “Right this second?” I say, and her cheeks flush, confirming exactly what I thought. I whip around, and the young baker jumps back in response. “You guys have a restroom?”

“No.” He shakes his head and then thinks better of his answer. “I mean yes. It’s for employees only.” Before I can say anything, he holds up a key. “But I would be happy to make an exception.”

“Thank you,” Rue sing-songs as he points us behind the counter and to the door marked Private.

As soon as I unlock the door and go inside, I notice it’s been recently remodeled and everything looks new. Good, one less thing to worry about before I close the door behind us and turn the bolt.

Rue is playing with the hem of her dress and looks up at me innocently as she backs against the door. “Are you mad at me?”

“You’re being a brat.” I plant my palms on either side of her and bend down so we’re eye to eye. “And I know you’re not wearing any panties.”

“Oops.” She flutters her eyelashes and doesn’t try very hard to hide her grin.

“When you and Kelly and the kids left Luke and me in the restaurant, I noticed something in my lap right before I got up.”

“That was an accident. I know how much you hate it when I don’t wear panties with my dresses.”

“Hate it?” I clench my teeth and shake my head. “It drives me fucking crazy, and you know it.”

“I must have forgotten.” She reaches out and trails her fingers up my chest, and then I feel them on my neck. My cock is throbbing, and she damn well knows it. “But now I’m all wet, and it’s messy down there.”

“Show me.” I swallow hard as she reaches for the front of her dress and pulls it up. Sure enough, I can see her bare pussy lips are wet, and it’s smeared against the inside of her thighs.

I’m on my knees and pushing her knees apart before I have time to care about how she manipulated me into this situation. This is how she is, and this is how I am. It’s why we fit together so perfectly.

“Fuck, you are a mess.” I look up at her as I slowly lift her thigh onto my shoulder. “Let me clean you up.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” She rocks her hips forward in invitation, and I don’t need to be told twice.

I start by licking the insides of her thighs first and then working my way over her wet lips. She’s whimpering by the time I slide my tongue against her clit and then suck on it.

“Daddy!” she cries out, and I know she’s forgotten we’re not at home. I want to tell her to be quiet, but my mouth is busy.

She rubs against my face as I suck on her pussy and lick all her pretty holes. Her fingers tighten in my hair, and when she cums, she’s not quiet. Not in the least. As soon as I lick her clean, I set her on her shaky legs and turn her to face the door.

“Stick that ass out. You know what I want.” I reach for the front of my jeans and practically rip them open. Her eyelids are heavy from her climax, but when she looks down and sees my cock jutting out, they flare with desire.

She’s still teasing me as she slowly turns around, but I’ve had enough. I grab her hips and jerk them back so her ass is out and her dress is up around her waist. I kick her feet farther apart and then lick my hand before slapping it against her bare pussy.

“Daddy!” she squeals and looks back over her shoulder at me.

“Be quiet,” I order and then rub my fingers over her clit. She bites her bottom lip and rocks against my finger. “You’ll take this like a good girl. Won’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes and pushes back against my fingers.

I pull them away and then pop her pussy again. She yelps and her eyes widen.

“Yes, what?” I ask, then use my slick thumb to push against her asshole.

That gets her attention. “Yes, Daddy.”

“What else?” I push against her ass a little more until I get to the first knuckle.

“I’m sorry for being a brat. I just wanted to play.” Her mouth opens, and her eyes close as I sink my thumb in all the way.

“You wanted attention,” I tell her as I rub my cock through her wet folds and get it lubed up.

She whines as I thrust my thumb in and out of her ass then take it away. “Daddy?”

“This is what you wanted isn’t it, firecracker?” I ask as I put the head of my dripping cock at her asshole. “You wanted attention, and now you’re going to get it.”

“But—” she starts to protest, but I push the tip of my cock in her ass.

“That’s it, let me in.” I sink another inch into her ass, and she tenses. “Relax. You need this right now.” I reach around and gently pet her clit. “You’re being a brat, and you need to settle down.”

“It’s too big, Daddy. It doesn’t fit.” We both know that’s a lie, but I’ll let her pretend.

Leaning close, I put my lips to her ear and slide farther into her ass. “Yes, it does. And you love it.”

“No I don’t.” She tries to shake her head, but I pull her hips back until she’s pressed all the way against me. I’m balls deep in her tight little hole, and her pussy is dripping on my fingers.

“That’s my good girl. Take all of Daddy in your ass.” Her protests turn to begging when I pull out and then slowly slide back in. She spreads her legs wider and bends over more so that I can go harder. “There you go, settle down and let me fuck the brat out of you.”

“Harder, Daddy.”

“Say it pretty,” I order.

“Please, Daddy. Fuck my ass harder.” Her words come quick and easy.

“See how pretty that sounded? That’s the easy way to get what you want,” I tell her and fuck her harder. “But you like it like this.” She whines and then clenches around my cock.

I keep one hand on her clit and then use the other to cover her mouth. This time when she cums, she screams against my palm, and I sink in her ass one last time. My cock throbs as her tight little hole squeezes me to the edge of pain. Spots appear in the corner of my vision, and I have to steady myself, so I don’t fall over.

My chest is rising and falling like I’ve run a marathon, but when it starts to slow, I feel the smile spread across my face. Fuck, that felt good.

I pull Rue’s back to my front and kiss her neck and cheek. “I love you,” I tell her, and she looks back at me. “So fucking much.”

“I love you too, but I think you turned my legs to Jell-O,” she tells me before kissing me back.

She grins against my lips, and I’m already trying to think of how I can carry her out of this place without making a scene.

“Let’s get cleaned up and then I’ll buy you that cake.”

“Cake?” she asks, looking puzzled.

“The red velvet.” I wait a second, and then she remembers. “You really think I’m leaving here without it? We’re probably banned from this establishment after what we’ve done in the bathroom. Might as well go out in a blaze of glory.”

“Don’t you mean go out with a bang?” She smiles, and god, how I love this woman.

“That we did,” I tell her and kiss her once more.