Promises & Pen Names (The Riley Siblings #1)

EPILOGUE

Blake

“Are you sure this looks ok? I feel like?—”

“That’s it,” I growl as I grab Sid’s hand, abandoning the dolly in a dark corner and start dragging her along the hallway. “I warned you.”

She giggles breathlessly, her sexy short legs moving fast to keep up with me. “Blake!”

“Nope.” I turn a corner and start trying doorknobs. “I told you what was gonna happen if you asked me that again.” My eyes land on a sign that says Mother’s Room and I grin.

Bingo.

How ironically perfect.

I barely knock, check the handle and when I push the door open to find the room empty, I flip the switch, lock us in and have Sid pinned against the wall in the blink of an eye.

“Blake...” she moans as I bite her neck, my hands cupping her perfect tits before they slide down her body to the hem of her sundress. “Blake... yes, baby, please...”

Fuck, I love it when she begs.

And that’s why I lift her against the wall, push her dress over her hips and shove her panties to the side so I can circle her clit.

“Is this what you want, Shortcake?” I grunt and look into those clear blue eyes. “You want me to show you how fucking beautiful you are?”

“Yes,” Sid hisses as I dip a finger inside her perfect pussy, dragging it through her arousal back up to her clit where I pinch. “Yes!”

Her hands drop between us, Sid yanking my belt free, undoing my fly before she pulls my hard as stone cock out and strokes me, squeezing me nice and tight.

“Fuck, Sid.” My hips roll as I thrust into her hand. “Fuck, baby, I love you.”

She kisses me, kisses me with everything she’s got before she bites down on my lower lip. “I love you too.” Then Sidney lines my cock up with her entrance, the heat scorching, her juices sliding down her thighs. “Now fuck me, Blake. Fuck me like you love me and give me what I want.”

Hell. Yes.

My hips snap forward, my cock buried in her tight as fuck cunt in one quick move, both of us groaning from the euphoric sensation.

I pound myself into Sidney, fuck her hard and fast against the wall, grip her perfect ass tight while she milks me. She moans in time with my thrusts, her legs hitched higher so her feet are on my ass, spread wide and angled just right for me to bottom out with every brutal pump.

Her arms loop around my neck, fingers digging into my hair and when she kisses me like her life depends on it, my balls draw up tight and get ready to fill my girl so full she won’t be able to walk right.

“Blake.” Sid starts chanting my name the way she does when she’s about to come. “Fuck. Blake, baby, yes. Fuck me. Yes. Blake. Fuck me, Blake.” Her pussy clenches, squeezes me in the most pleasurable pain and the second she screams, “Yes! Oh god, yes! Blake, I’m coming!” I detonate.

My orgasm explodes the second she does and I come so goddamn hard inside the girl of my dreams I’m actually almost positive she won’t be able to walk right. Definitely not without a ton of my cum sliding down her thighs anyway

Which makes me pretty damn happy to think about.

Sweaty. Twitching. A real fucking mess, I push Sid’s hair back from her face and smile at her blissed-out expression. “You believe me now, Shortcake?”

“No.” She giggles as I frown. “I just think you like any excuse to have sex with me, especially in public.”

I kiss her with a smirk, then set her feet on the ground. “Maybe, but it’s cause you’re hot as fuck. Especially when you’re knocked up with my baby.”

Sid kisses me one more time before she walks around to the mirror to start putting herself back together.

And I just watch my writing partner and muse, the girl of my dreams, my Shortcake, my wife, and the mother of my children with so much love and awe I still can’t get over the fact that she’s mine.

Sid and I have been married just over a year now, got married the night I went to Georgia without planning to leave there ever again, and things have been nothing short of perfect ever since.

Our honeymoon consisted of traveling back and forth between Florida and Georgia once school got out so I could sell my house, pack it up and make Atlanta my home all over again. We found a house big enough for nine with the possibility of more, closed on it right after Sid’s house sold, then spent a couple weeks moving her and the kids in, adding my shit that sat in storage until then and decorating the nursery for our baby.

Charles Martin Riley was born December 1st at 2:45 in the morning via c-section weighing in at a whopping 9lbs 8oz, 22.5 inches long. He was welcomed into the world by his strong as fuck mother who had to keep his brooding, but very emotional, father from crying too hard during the entire thing, as well as his amazing big sister and awesome big brothers who were so excited to have another little brother, they all cried too.

Sidney and I released No Way Out at some point during all of that and she published book three of her series, finally, as well. After that we pumped out another book—No Looking Back—Sid started book four and I took a little time off to be a husband and dad to the people who make my life complete.

We have a really great thing going, Sid and me. She’s still teaching but decided to switch from high school to college because it gave her a lot more flexibility, and with four kids, a super clingy husband and two badass book series, that was a must.

Our routine is seamless, perfect.

We share the load equally, love every minute of it and that’s probably why my beautiful, sexy as fuck wife is pregnant again just shy of five months after giving birth to our fourth baby, cause yeah, we might not be blood, but those kids are my daughter and sons just the same.

Was it fast? Sure.

Was it planned? Hell no.

Are we all thrilled anyway? Fuck yes.

I never really planned on having five kids. Always wanted them, just maybe one or two, but there’s just something about finding your soulmate, finding your perfect match, that special someone to be your partner in every way that makes you want everything to be bigger and better than you ever imagined.

And while my wife is thrilled over baby number five, she told me I have until she’s forty to figure out if she’s getting fixed or I am because Sid says there’s no way in hell she’s having any more babies past that.

Needless to say, my efforts have doubled and I figure that gives me about two years give or take from when this baby is born to put at least one more inside her. Even then I’ll just make sure Sid goes on heavy duty birth control instead of either of us getting fixed because that shit is way too final. And since I love the feel of my cock in her pussy raw, birth control is the compromise.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sid smirks at me in the mirror as she tries to fix her ponytail.

“Like what?” I know what, but it irritates her when I play stupid and since she’s into the very beginning of the second trimester, irritated Sid is horny as fuck. Something else I’m super grateful for because goddamn, I love fucking an irritated, horny Sid. She’s super rough and bossy and loves it when we go hard.

Truth? Sid is just super horny anyway and our sex life is ridiculously healthy, it just hits a new high when she’s pregnant.

She scowls and turns. “You know what. You’re looking at me weird and you know it.”

“Not weird, baby.” I step in front of her and grin as she fixes my pants. “I just love you so fucking much and sometimes it’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that this is our life.”

Sid pushes up on her tiptoes, hugs me close—as close as her slight baby bump allows anyway. “I get it.” She sighs against my lips as I cup her ass. “I never thought this would be my life, that I’d actually have everything I’ve ever wanted but I do, we do, and it keeps getting better and better.” Then she gives me a sweet kiss and a smile. “Now we need to hustle because I made us late and you made us later.”

“Yes ma’am.” I smirk with a smack of her ass. “You ready to do this again?”

Sid shrugs as she leads me out of the room back toward our dolly. “I guess.”

“You’re so full of shit.”

My wife giggles. “You’re right. I’m super ready and super excited. I can’t wait to sell out of all of our books and surprise everyone with book five and No Time for Goodbye.”

We’re back at BookCon, only this year is going to be so much better than last.

Sid is my wife, we’re happy and living our best life. Our kids are all in Orlando too this time; Sloane, Jack and Holden are with my brother and his girl at Universal and Disney while Charlie is with my mom.

Surprisingly Jordan didn’t put up a fight over not having the kids for spring break but since he and Taylor just got married, he decided this could be the time they took their honeymoon.

We are not friends, him and I. We coexist peacefully, co-parent civilly, but when Jordan opened his mouth to rip into Sidney for letting me fuck her stupid, knock her up and con her into marrying me, I lost it. Especially since he said all of that in front of our kids.

I didn’t exactly do myself any favors or rise above his level of maturity, though, because my angry, brooding ass knocked Jordan out on his own front lawn, also right in front of the kids.

Thankfully Sid wasn’t mad, just at Jordan for provoking me, spitting lies and causing drama, and the kids, well Holden—who is going to definitely be our problem child—pointed at his dad and laughed while Jack stood in shock and Sloane just crossed her arms and said it served him right.

Since then, Jordan has kept his nose out of Sid’s business, his focus is solely on the children we share and now that he and Taylor finally tied the knot, hopefully he’ll be less of a jackass.

Not that I’m gonna hold my breath for that sort of miracle.

Once we’re through registration, our VIP passes around our necks, I lead Sid to our table and start setting up just like last time.

“You heard from Ingrid?” I ask as I sort boxes.

Sid nods. “Yep. She and her mom will be here. They got the early access tickets you sent them, and she wouldn’t stop thanking me for the room.”

My girl is fucking amazing.

She kept in touch with Ingrid this whole time, made sure she got on her ARC team and to be honest, I think Sid is considering mentoring her as well as grooming her to become our PA. Not that we’ve talked about it, but I know between the kids and work, my wife feels overwhelmed at times so I’m all for it if that’s what she’s doing.

And that’s why we splurged on early all access passes for both days for Ingrid and Lisa, comped their room at the conference center and made sure their in-room charges go on my card.

Fucking incredible, my wife.

“She and Kelly hit it off.” Sid smiles as she plops into a chair and kicks up her swollen ankles. “They’ve been emailing a ton and guess what?”

Oh boy. I know that tone. “What baby?”

“Dexter’s brother is a NYU student. Journalism major. And he happens to live a few blocks from Ingrid.”

Called it.

It was one thing to connect Kelly and Ingrid. That I understood. Two super sweet girls who had rough home lives and a hard time making friends? I was all for Sid putting them in touch with each other because it made a lot of sense but when she mentioned something about Dexter’s older brother and New York, yeah, my sexy romance writing wife couldn’t help but try to make a love connection too.

“You don’t say?”

“Mmhmm. And when Dexter and Kelly go visit Troy for Thanksgiving, they’re gonna hang out and sight-see.”

“No shit?” I smirk as I stand our banners. “Pretty satisfied with yourself?”

Sid nods and gives me a shit eating grin. “Yep. And you can’t even argue. If it wasn’t for me, your idiot big brother would never have had the balls to make it work with his girl. I’m like a matchmaking fairy godmother.”

I snort and shake my head.

She’s not really wrong, but she’s not entirely right either. My idiot big brother just had the same mentality Sid did when we reconnected and if he hadn’t heard my mother drone on about the two of us constantly, then Knox probably wouldn’t have done what he did.

“Oh!” Sid shrieks, something that makes me almost fall off the stepladder. “I almost forgot!”

“Jesus, Sidney. Way to give a guy a heart attack.”

“Sorry, baby.” She giggles. “But I have something for you and I want you to have it before the hordes of your drooling, sex crazed fans show up.”

“Sidney...”

She lifts her free hand, the other searching her backpack. “I know, I know. Those hormonal lunatics have nothing on me. I remember. Doesn’t change the fact that they practically throw their panties at you as soon as you’re within range.”

“Sid.” I chuckle. “In case you’ve forgotten, that’s my baby in your belly, our kids with my family, my ring on your finger, and my last name tacked onto yours.” Then I grin like king shit. “And if I’m not mistaken it was my cock that filled your pussy with cum just a mere half hour ago. I think it’s safe to say I’m yours, you’re mine, and everyone else is just static.”

“So crude.” But she’s smiling so bright as she pulls a small rectangular package from her backpack. “You’re lucky I find it hot when you talk like that.” Then she points to the chair next to her. “Now sit.”

And because I’m happily whipped, I climb off the ladder and plant my ass in the chair.

“Happy BookCon Anniversary.” Sid smiles as she hands me what is clearly a wrapped book.

I arch a brow as I tear the paper carefully. “What are you up to, Shortcake?”

She shrugs. “Just open it.”

“Our book?” I smile as No Time for Goodbye stares up at me. “I thought we weren’t getting our author copies for another two weeks?”

“I put a rush on them after my last appointment.”

I frown because I don’t understand the connection. Sure, I missed that appointment because I had to fly to Florida for a few days.

My brother was in an accident and Sid basically threatened to divorce me if I didn’t go see him despite my concern for her, something I’m grateful for because that trip is what helped convince my mom and brother to move back to Atlanta next month, but I don’t understand what else that would have to do with her appointment.

“Just open the book, Blake.” Sid rolls her eyes with a smile. “It’ll make sense in a minute.”

So again, I listen to my brilliant wife and open the book, my eyes instantly well with tears when I do.

My brooding romance author. Thank you for being everything I’ve ever wanted, for helping me find myself, and make every one of our dreams come true. I love you. XOXO Your Shortcake.

On the other side of the title page to the left, is a black and white picture taped to the blank page.

A sonogram to be exact.

And in my wife’s beautiful handwriting are two arrows pointing to two separate beans.

Baby A. It’s a girl! next to one and Baby B. It’s also a girl! next to the other.

“Sid...” I lift my eyes from the book, a tear slipping down my cheek. “Twins? We’re having twins?”

She nods, her eyes wet and shining. “Scarlet and Lucy will be joining our crew this winter.”

“Honey...” My god, twins. I can’t even begin to express my joy, not without completely falling apart at a book signing with the dozens and dozens of fans already lining up. “Sid, baby, this is incredible.”

She nods again, then glances at our growing line. “It is. I’m so damn happy, Blake. So happy and it’s all thanks to you.” Sid sneaks a quick kiss to my cheek and whispers, “I love you so much.”

But that won’t do.

Not now, not ever.

And that’s why I say fuck it, cup the back of my wife’s neck, kiss the shit out of her, audience be damned, then shoot to my feet and yell, “We’re having twins!”

Sid laughs as she turns a deep shade of red, shaking her head as she covers her face.

“Who’s having twins?” One of the many women in line asks.

“Us!” I point between Sid and myself. “We’re having twins! We already have four kids, but I just found out we’re having twins, and I am so fucking happy I had to share!”

The crowd explodes into cheers, people clapping and congratulating us and when Sid finally uncovers her face, I drop to my knees in front of her. “Thank you, honey. Thank you for giving me everything I’ve ever wanted.”

She kisses me sweet and slow, forgetting all about our audience. “I love you, Blake. Forever.”

“I love you too, honey. I always have and I always will.” And that… that is the only truth that I will ever need to know.

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