First Comes Marriage (Aster Bay #3)

Epilogue

One year later

“Are you sure they’re coming?” Ethan craned his head towards the front door again. “Does anyone know for sure that their plane landed?”

“Gavin texted a little over an hour ago,” Baz said as he took his seat at the table in Ethan’s living room beside Sabrina.

“They’ll be here,” Jamie said. “Calm down, grandpa.”

“I hate when you call me that,” Ethan grumbled.

“What? You are Julie’s grandpa.” Jamie gestured to his chubby one-year-old daughter who was playing with a set of brightly colored stacking cups with Tessa on the rug in the middle of the living room.

“That’s not what you meant,” Ethan said.

Tessa scooped up her daughter and carried her over to Jamie, holding her out to her husband. “Julie needs a new diaper. Your turn, daddy.”

“Hate that even more,” Ethan muttered.

Tessa laughed. “Here, Dad. Have a cupcake.” She set an elaborately decorated cupcake in front of Ethan, dropped a kiss on his forehead, and then sank into Jamie’s newly vacated seat.

“How’d I end up being the seventh wheel?” Ethan asked .

“Seventh wheel? Is that a thing?” Jamie asked from the changing table in the corner of the living room.

“It is now,” Baz said.

“Don’t worry, Dad. We’ll find you someone. A nice, age-appropriate grandma—” Tessa said, breaking off with a laugh when she caught Ethan’s horrified expression.

“Since when does anyone here know anything about age appropriate ?” Ethan grumbled.

“Age is just a number, isn’t that right, daddy?” Tessa asked, turning her face up for a kiss as Jamie came back over with the baby.

“Jesus Christ,” Ethan muttered as Jamie kissed Tessa on his way past to set Julie back down amongst her toys.

“Can I be the dog this time?” Tessa asked, reaching into the open box on the table.

“No. The last time your husband got his hands on the dog, it disappeared for months,” Baz said.

“Yeah, but that’s him. You can trust me ,” Tessa said with a smile.

“No dog. You can be the top hat.” Baz handed her the small metal token.

“Oh, man, I wanted to be the top hat.”

They all turned at the sound of Gavin’s voice in the doorway to the living room. Ethan and Tessa sprang to their feet, rushing to greet Gavin and Kyla with exclamations about how happy they were to have them home. They’d only been gone for a week to visit Gavin’s son in Los Angeles, but from the reception, you would have thought it had been months.

Sabrina moved to stand, but Baz took her hand, pulling her back down into her seat. She laughed. “Let’s go say hi.”

“In a minute.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek, then moved his lips to the shell of her ear. “One round, no hotels, then we’re out of here.”

Her cheeks heated and her hand dropped to his knee, squeezing. Christ, even that simple touch and his cock was already taking notice.

“I thought you liked game night,” she said.

“I love game night. But we only just left your parents’ house this morning. I haven’t gotten to fuck my wife in two days,” he growled.

“No one said you had to keep your hands to yourself while we were visiting them.” Tease.

He grunted. “Their walls are too thin.”

She laughed. “I remember. I still don’t think Mom’s recovered from last Christmas.”

They’d settled into a comfortable rhythm with Sabrina’s family—twice yearly visits, never at the same time as Holly. It seemed when faced with the ultimatum they’d leveled at her parents in the months following her surgery—criticism was not helpful or welcome, and if her parents insisted on imposing their standards on Sabrina, then they wouldn’t be a part of their lives any longer—her parents had been surprisingly willing to try. To do better for their youngest daughter.

It wasn’t perfect. Maryann still sometimes made a comment about Sabrina’s clothing and Richard was still quick to offer unsolicited business advice, but they were trying. It was enough for now.

Holly hadn’t been as open to their terms. Baz couldn’t say he was surprised, or that he missed seeing his sister-in-law, but he knew Sabrina still mourned the loss of the relationship she had hoped to have with her sister. Nights like this with their friends helped, when Kyla and Tessa would wrap Sabrina in their friendship like a cloak, a warm and welcome weight.

He nipped at her bottom lip, then pulled her to her feet, leading her over to greet their friends. “No hotels, Sabrina. I mean it.”

** *

Sabrina had put hotels on every one of her properties. He wasn’t sure if she was trying to torture him or if it just came naturally to her, but either way the effect was the same. By the time they said their goodbyes and climbed into Baz’s BMW to head home, he was ready to crawl out of his skin with need.

He was already removing his tie as he followed her into their condo, smacking her ass when she paused to look at the mail on the kitchen counter. “Bed, Sabrina. Now.”

She yelped, a delighted sound that filled his chest with a fuzzy, warm feeling, and scampered down the hall towards their bedroom. He took his time following her, dropping his tie on the counter by the mail, unbuttoning his shirt as he rounded the corner into their bedroom. It was a clear, autumn night and the moon sparkled on the bay on the other side of the sliding glass door that led from their bedroom to the balcony. Sabrina stood by the door, slowly sliding the zipper of her dress down. She knew how much he liked the moonlight bouncing off her skin. With a mischievous glance over her shoulder at him, she let the dress fall and pool at her feet.

Baz sucked in a breath at the sight of her, mostly naked and bathed in the moonlight streaming into their bedroom. “You went to game night in your fuck-me panties?” He banded his arm around her waist from behind and pulled her back against his still-clothed body, his fingertips toying with the waistband of the little slip of sheer mesh and lace barely covering her. “Your fuck-me bra,” he tsked.

“It’s a new set,” she said, guiding his other hand up to cup her breast through the barely-there lingerie set. “To replace the one you tore last time.”

He hummed and scraped his teeth over the curve where her neck met her shoulder. “I’ll have to be more careful.”

She reached behind herself, squeezing him through the rough fabric of his pants. He exhaled hard through his nose, the unexpected touch testing his control. As he unhooked her bra, he dropped kisses along the column of her throat. “Next time we go to Brookline, we’re getting a hotel room. Two days is too long.”

Sabrina laughed. “We’ve gone longer.”

“When?” Her bra joined her dress at her feet.

“There must have been a time.”

He slid his hand into the waistband of her panties, his fingers stroking over her. “Not since your surgery.” He dragged his knuckle through her slit, pressing hard against all her soft places, then pulled away. “Off.”

“I love when you get all demanding,” she said with a grin as she shimmied out of her panties.

Christ, she was beautiful. He’d never get used to the fact that he got to see her like this, to touch her and be the one to make her feel good. That he got to keep her. Swallowing down the sudden onslaught of emotion, he tilted his head towards the bedside table. “Get your toy.”

“Which one?” she asked.

He swatted her ass on the way past and followed her over to the bed. “You know which one.”

While he stepped out of his shoes and shed the rest of his clothes, carefully folding each item to draw out the anticipation, Sabrina retrieved the pierced ceramic dildo she’d made last year. How had a year gone by so fast?

Sabrina scooted up on the bed, leaning back against the ridiculous array of pillows that had been accumulating there since Sabrina had officially moved into his room.

Baz sat on the edge of the bed and turned to face her, drawing his hand up her calf until he could press gently at her knees. Sabrina dropped her knees to the side, opening herself up to his view.

“Show me,” he said, his voice hoarse.

It didn’t matter how many times they’d done this, it still overwhelmed him each time to see her tease herself with the piercing at the tip of the clay cock, to watch as she slid it inside herself. She always sucked in a breath when the dildo entered her, as though the stretch were still a surprise after all this time. He fucking lived for that sound.

As he watched, she slowly fucked herself, her hips rocking against the hard length within her. “How does it feel?” he asked.

“So good,” she moaned.

They’d played this game before, and each time he tried to drag it out a little longer, to let her control the pace for a few more seconds. Each time he tried to memorize the way she looked like this, spread out for him, touching herself as much for his pleasure as her own. “Fuck. You’re beautiful.” She sighed happily and rocked her hips against the toy. “That’s right, baby. Get yourself ready for me.”

“I’m ready.”

“Not yet.”

He ran his hand from her knee up to her thigh, pressing her legs back even farther, making room for himself between her legs. As she continued to work herself on the toy she’d created, he bent forward and fixed his lips to the stiff bud at the apex of her thighs, sucking it into his mouth. She cried out and bucked against him, so he did it again.

Sebastian wrapped his hand around hers where it gripped the base of the clay cock and took over the movement, driving it in faster, twisting on the way out so the barbell scraped against her g-spot, until she was a quivering mess of incoherent moans, pleases and oh Gods, and don’t stops. What he wouldn’t give to keep her like this forever, mindless with the need to come, begging him for her release.

He lifted his mouth from her and pressed one hand low on her abdomen the way she liked. “Come for me, baby. Come and I’ll give you my cock.”

She dug her hands in his hair and dragged his face back between her legs. Fuck, there was nothing better than her demanding what she wanted from him, and he was all too happy to give it to her. He worked her clit with his lips and tongue and teeth as he fucked her with the ceramic dildo until she arched off the bed and came with a startled cry.

She’d barely stopped coming when he tossed the dildo aside and drove himself inside her, the lingering flutterings of her pussy gripping his length.

“You did such a good job,” he praised as he shifted so they were lying on their sides, her back to his front, and continued to work himself in and out of her tight heat.

He lifted her top leg, bending it back over his hip to give him better access to her clit. She whimpered when he pressed his finger to it, already sensitive from her first orgasm, but he knew she could take another. His wife would take each one he’d give her and still be ready for more.

“Such a good fucking girl letting your husband play with your pussy. Such a good wife, taking my cock like this, letting me fill you up. Look at how pretty you are stretched around me. Look at how well you take my cock. Do you want to come again, baby? Do you think you can?”

She groaned and turned her head to press a hard kiss to his lips over her shoulder. “Yes.”

“Good. So do I.” He increased the pace of his thrusts, the pressure on her clit, and there were those telltale flutterings again, her inner walls already anticipating her next orgasm. “Gonna fuck you all night, wife. And if you’re a very good girl and come for me when I tell you to, I’ll let you come on my tongue on the balcony as the sun rises.”

She shivered in his arms, bucking her hips back against him, and came again, shouting his name. Her pussy clamped down on his length, milking him hard and fast, pulling his orgasm from him. With a groan, he buried his face in her neck and pumped her full of his release, stroking her clit through it all, only stopping when she pressed her hand to his to still his movements .

“I love you,” she said, sleep already pulling at her.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her snugly back against himself. He pressed a kiss to her temple and let his eyes fall closed. “I love you, wife.”

The End