“My god,” Xeni groaned. “Take me now.”
“Is that a yes? You’ll stay married to me?”
“Yes. Absolutely yes. I’m not changing my name though.”
“I wouldn’t dream of asking.”
Xeni kissed him again, unable to keep her hands off his face, his chest, his arms. His hand slid high up her skirt, taking a firm grip of her ass. Mason took the piece of paper from her hand and let it slide to the floor before he lifted her and moved her between his legs. His mouth found the side of her throat as he spread her thighs and pushed up her skirt.
“Open your eyes,” he whispered.
Xeni did as she was told. A desperate whimper slipped from her lips when her gaze caught his in the mirror. His other hand went to her breast and pulled her dress and her bra to the side, exposing her hard nipple. He grazed his thumb over the tight tip twice, then three times.
“Spread your legs a little more for me, love. That’s perfect.” He pushed his fingers inside her underwear. She knew he could feel how wet he’d made her with just a kiss. “Is this how you do it?” he asked. “You watch yourself like this?”
“Yes,” Xeni breathed as he pushed two fingers into her aching cunt. “But this is much better.”
Epilogue
June
“Babe. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Babe. We have to stop.”
“Not until you come,” Mason groaned behind her.
Xeni had stepped into the bathroom to finish her makeup and, the next thing she knew, her amazing husband was fucking her from behind as she gripped the edge of the sink.
Thanks to Sable, the two of them had done everything backwards, but every morning Xeni woke up and looked at the man beside her, she knew things were exactly how they were meant to be. Mason McInroy was the love of her life and she couldn’t imagine being without him.
“Okay. I don’t want you to stop—oh my god. But babe, our moms are going to be back any second.”
Today they were throwing their third party of the summer. There had been an engagement party for Sarah and Antonio. Turned out all his nosing around about moving into together had been a warm up to a proposal. He’d done the grand gesture at the Third Street Promenade, string quartet by the singing fountain, the whole thing. Sarah didn’t want to shack up with him, but marriage was a different story. Xeni was happy to offer up her massive back yard to celebrate their love.
When school let out, there had been a small going away party for Xeni and her former fellow teachers. She’d completed the school year before handing in her resignation. For months, she’d been thinking about what she wanted to do next, how she could put her money to work. After her cousin announced she was pregnant, she’d realized the answer was right in front of her.
Things were in the early stages, but she was starting a program to help Black and Brown pregnant people and new parents in L.A.. Her first step was to complete her doula training. She and Mason had come to a decision. They might take in some older children or teens down the road, but no babies for them. Xeni plain didn’t want to get pregnant again, but she still wanted to do something to help the next generation and their parents. When she’d talked more to Mason about her feelings, she’d felt more secure in that stance.
Plus, they were too busy fucking all over the house to let an infant interrupt the fun. Mason’s mom, Marjorie, had only been staying with them for a week and she’d already put a damper on their sex schedule.
They had maybe ten minutes before their moms came back from the store to help set up for her cousin Rosia’s baby shower.
Xeni’s head dropped between her shoulders as another plea died on her lips, her pussy clenching around his hard cock. Okay, maybe they didn’t need to stop. Not yet. Just a few minutes more.
“Baby, I’m gonna come,” her moan echoed off the bathroom tile, just Mason reached around and firmly pressed her clit. He ground into her, pulling her back tight against his hips as the orgasms rolled through her. Through her own haze of pleasure, she could feel his erection pulsing as he came inside of her.
He gently pulled out and smoothed his hands over her lower back. “Don’t move yet.” Like she could. Lights were still bursting in front of her eyes. She peeked over when she heard the sink beside her come on. A second later, he was cleaning her up with a wet washcloth.
“Good looking out,” she said.
“Anything for you.”
Xeni let out another deep breath before she stood. She grabbed her lotion to restore the baby softness to her butt and inner thighs. Then she went looking for her underwear, which had apparently landed by the foot of the bed when Mason had tossed them over her shoulder. The doorbell rang just as Mason pulled on a fresh shirt. He grabbed his cologne off the counter and gave himself a spritz.
“Good?”
“You’re good. You don’t smell like you've just been plowing me in the bathroom.”
“Scent of Xeni is gonna be the title of my first studio album,” he said with a wink as he went to the door. A few seconds later, she heard her mom’s muffled voice. Mason had planned to teach music lessons here, but after word of his musical skills had gotten around to her family, two of his aunts had put him in touch with musician friends of theirs who got him some work playing the trumpet, flute and oboe on a few studio tracks. Seriously, who the fuck was her husband? But it wasn’t the Everlys who got him the break he’d been hoping for.
