Beards and Holly (Magnolia Point)

Epilogue

FIVE YEARS LATER

Holly Darling

The Mad Vine was busy tonight, and I’m grateful for Jenson making the effort of calling ahead for a reservation. Life has gotten so busy with two kids and my business to run. Tonight, the kids were with Daphne and Layton, and we’re free to have an evening to ourselves, which rarely happens these days.

“Right this way,” the friendly hostess says, waving us to a corner table.

The atmosphere here is my favorite, along with the wine, of course. Wild vines curl up the thick posts throughout the upscale restaurant and the lighting is low. The place sets a romantic mood, and after a long day with the kids pulling at me and tossing their lunches on me, it feels good to be here.

Tonight, the place is full of adults, and I couldn’t be more grateful. I love my kids, but for just a few hours, I’d like to just relax and feel like a woman instead of just a mom.

The way my husband looks at me tonight makes me hopeful.

We take our seats, Jenson sliding up close next to me.

“Damn, I’ve missed you, Jolly Holly. I don’t think you’ve looked at me like that in a week.”

I laugh. “Like what?”

“Like you want to devour me. There’s something in the air tonight, I think.”

“Truthfully, it’s been a long few weeks, and it feels so good to be out, just the two of us.”

“I know, baby. Christmas was crazy this year with the two gremlins.”

I nod but sigh. “But I love them so much.”

“Me, too. It’s crazy to think back to the days when I didn’t want kids. Now, I count my blessings everyday. I can’t imagine my life without them. Or you,” he says then kisses my nose.

The waiter comes by and takes our orders. I ask about Andy, the owner, but of course, he’s home with his beautiful wife tonight and not manning the restaurant.

Jenson and I enjoy our meal and take our time finishing the amazing wine.

“I think this red is my favorite,” Jenson tells me.

“It is good.”

“Would you like to order some dessert?” he asks.

“I do want dessert, but I don’t think I’m allowed to eat it here,” I say with a devilish grin.

With him sitting across from me now, I slid off my shoe and extend my foot until it meets his leg and caress him. His eyes widen, knowing exactly what I’m referring to. I don’t stop but move higher to the apex of his crotch and press on him until he gives me that glorious groan. His eyes are dark, and his playful smile has turned dark.

This man is everything I’ve ever wanted all wrapped up in red flannel. His hair is messy from working in the shop and his beard has more gray in it than when we met, and still, every change in him reminds me of how blessed I am. His changes mirror mine, and he still calls me beautiful. Our days together get stressful, and still we make love and let the worries wait until the following day. Tonight is no different.

He’s right. I want to devour him. To have him in every crazy position and bend to his will. For him to give it to me hard while he praises me, calling me his good girl when all I want is to feel his strength.

“Take me home,” I purr as I press again on his growing erection. Turning my husband on has become my favorite sport. Whether we’re home and flirting in our kitchen or out in public, I love to watch his eyes turn on me like this.

“I’m going to take you home, my love. And fuck you until you can’t walk straight. I’ll give you my hard cock to choke on, but I promise I’ll make you come so hard you’ll see Christmas lights when you close your eyes.”

And just like that, I’m a fucking puddle. My husband’s dirty mouth never ceases to amaze me, sending a shiver up my spine with his wicked promises every time.

“Promises, promises.”

“Now, now, don’t be a brat. Our kids are at your sister’s all night. I’m going to make you scream loud enough the neighbors to blush. Now, be a good girl and give me those panties.”

My cheeks turn red, but I look around the room for signs that anyone is watching us. They’re not. Everyone around us is too engrossed in their own conversation to notice us. The dim lighting gives me the courage to follow his command. The last thing I want is to get arrested for public indecency, but I also can’t help the thrill I feel. It’s been so long since I’ve been adventurous, and every time, it’s this man who pulls me out of my comfort zone. I always have fun and know I’m safe with him.

Wiggling discreetly, I push my thong over my hips and watch the fire burn in Jenson’s eyes. He loves this just as much as I do. The adrenaline courses through me as I bend gracefully to pluck my panties from my feet. The tablecloth is long, so no one is the wiser, even if they were watching.

Sitting straighter with the ball of cloth in my fist, I reach over the table for my husband’s hand and tuck the fabric under it. His jaw is tight with need. I know the look so well. If we were alone, he’d be begging for my touch. He’d tell me to ride him. Or suck his big cock. Which I would happily do this very second, if we had privacy.

“If only I could slip under this table and take you in mouth,” I tease. Licking my lips I moan. “I love the way you taste, baby.”

“Fucking hell, Holly.”

Leaning closer over the table, I whisper, “I want you to fuck my face tonight. Until you come down my throat, but there’s one rule.”

“Anything,” he growls.

“You have to be up for multiple rounds, because I have you all to myself tonight, and I want you all night long.”

His groan is louder this time, and he pockets my panties then raises a hand.

“Can I get the fucking check, right this second, please.”

The End