Tangled with the Professor (Bringing Home Trouble)

Epilogue

Isabelle

Twelve years later

“Come on, Benny.” I hold out my hand to my kindergartener as I hoist his toddler sister, Lola, in my arms. “We don’t want to miss big sissy’s presentation.”

Benny excitedly chatters as we hurry toward Dina’s school and he reaches to hoist the door open for me like a young gentleman. His father is just inside the cafeteria, which has been transformed by a sea of bright poster boards and displays. Mark takes Lola from me, and his beam of pride is infectious as he leans over to give me a quick kiss.

“Everything going okay?” I ask.

“Going great,” he says, leading us to Dina’s exhibit, which she’s been working on with the utmost secrecy for the past month.

With two lauded scientists as parents, she didn’t want anyone to try to say we did her project for her. Our eleven-year-old powerhouse has always been independent and when I see her amazing work, it looks like it’s paid off.

Benny wants to run in every direction and take everything in at once, but at least he’s no longer complaining that his sister’s science fair might be boring. He’s more into outdoor activities and while he does love finding and examining bugs and strange plants, he’s more sporty than academic right now. Our littlest one is content with whatever her big siblings do and is the sweetest baby anyone could ever ask for, even when she’s reaching for the shiny bits on Dina’s display.

All three of them are so different and so perfect in their own ways, and I can’t seem to ever find an upper limit to my love for them. Even after publishing some successful research papers, my family is my crowning achievement. My scientific discoveries have nothing on nurturing my family, and I couldn’t have done any of it without the encouragement and support of my wonderful, still so very sexy husband.

Mark feels the same about our brood, slowing down a lot when we first had Dina. He’s no longer pushing the limits like he used to and hasn’t taken on an expert witness case in a decade in order to be present when he’s home. Everything he chooses to do revolves around our kids’ schedule so he can be there for every soccer game, science fair, and school play.

“It’s time.” Mark nudges me excitedly as the principal calls Dina’s name.

She clears her throat and heads to the small stage, confidently giving her presentation on cleaning up oil spills to the small panel of judges. I’m impressed at the depth of study she must have done, and my chest puffs out as she finishes up and asks if there are any questions.

Benny’s hand shoots up and he excitedly asks how they clean up penguins. “Remember we saw them get dirty on the nature show?” he blurts. “Can the scientists fix them?”

Dina tries not to smile too hard at her little brother and carefully explains how it’s done in a manner he can understand, and his shoulders slump with relief that the penguins will be all right. It looks like we might have another teacher in the family one day.

After the fair is over, we have dinner at our favorite family restaurant that’s loud and rowdy and by the time we get home, the baby is already zonked out and Benny is staggering like a mini drunk. Mark takes Benny to read him two chapters of his favorite book, though he’ll probably only get through two pages, and I carry sleeping Lola to her crib.

After gazing at her sweet face to the tune of her music box, I stick my head in to say goodnight to Dina, asking if she needs anything. Ever efficient, she’s already showered and sitting up in bed, poring over a book. She rolls her eyes when I tell her to put the lights out at nine, but I know she’ll do it.

“Love you, Mom,” she says.

“Love you, too. Great job today, that was brilliantly done. And congrats again on the win. You deserved it.”

She blushes proudly as I close her door and collapse onto my own bed. I only stay there a second so I don’t pass out after the busy day, and head to the shower.

I have the water running and steaming up the bathroom and as I’m about to step in, I feel warm, strong hands circling my waist from behind.

“Care for company?” Mark asks.

He’s still dressed, but I turn to amend that, eagerly popping open his shirt buttons. “Always,” I tell him as he claims my mouth.

I was exhausted a moment before, but the feel of my husband’s hands on my body and his lips on mine have revived me. I run my fingers through his hair, a bit shorter and less unruly than it was when we first met, and pull back to take in his dark, lusty eyes. He’s a true silver fox now, and all mine.

“How did I get so lucky?” I ask.

He makes a purring noise, low in his throat, and picks me up to place me under the stinging hot water. “I’m the lucky one and you know it,” he says, never taking those predatory eyes off of me as he quickly undresses.

As usual, I gasp at the sight of his magnificent cock, standing straight out from his muscular body. With the water sluicing down my skin to erase the anticipatory goosebumps, I reach for him, taking his thick shaft in my hand.

“Oh yes,” I say, giggling as he crowds into the shower with me.

In seconds I’m pressed against the tiles, his strong arms caging me in and his head lowering to trail kisses down my neck. Soon his cock is out of my reach as he keeps lowering himself. I moan in disappointment, but then moan again, this time out of satisfaction as he reaches my taut nipples.

“Juicy,” he mutters as he takes each one in his mouth, licking them to ever tighter peaks as he continues down my stomach. His hand slips between my legs and he pauses to grin up at me. “Very juicy.”

“You know what you do to me,” I say.

“My little girl’s pussy is just the way I like it,” he says, pushing my thighs wide and plunging his face between them.

I tangle my fingers in his hair as he does all the things I crave to my slippery folds, toying with my clit until I’m about to tear out a chunk.

“Please, Daddy,” I beg. “Don’t make me wait until your big cock is inside me. Make me come right now.”

He growls up at me, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he pushes me harder against the shower wall. “Oh, I want to fuck you so damn bad, little girl. But you’re going to have to be patient.”

And he keeps tormenting me. In the best way, until the only thing holding me up in that slippery shower are his steady, firm hands. I’m shaking with need, scratching at his shoulders, and pleading, all while loving every second of what he does to me. Finally, he gives me the release I need, and I cry out, thanking our foresight when we designed this house to have the master bedroom at the opposite side of the kids’ rooms. We can be as noisy as we want.

When I’m a quivering mass in his arms, we notice the water has run cold and with a chuckle, Mark turns it off and carries me to our bed. He plops down next to me, sliding his hands up my dripping body, tweaking my nipples as he claims my mouth again.

I dig my fingers into his rock hard pecs, marveling at how strong he still is, always waking up early to hit the gym since he loves making me drool every time he takes off his shirt. He does so much for me, for us.

I push away and he looks at me curiously when he sees the gleam in my eyes.

“What’s up?” he asks.

“I’m thinking about all the sweet things you do for us, things you probably think we don’t notice.”

“You know what I’m thinking about?” he says, modestly shrugging away my words. “Getting my cock inside your hot little pussy.”

I laugh and shake my head. “Okay, but how about we make it count this time?”

He frowns, then his eyes widen. “Are you thinking we should try for number four?”

I grin, delighted that we’re on the same wavelength, as usual. “What do you think?”

“Let me show you,” he says, pulling me close and kissing me until I feel his love all the way down to my toes.

And also his big hard cock pressing impatiently against my belly. “Hurry, then,” I say. “Get me pregnant.”

He rolls onto his back, pulling me over to straddle him. I slide up and down against his smooth shaft, letting my eyes drift shut at how good it feels. A moment later, I feel his hand wrap around mine, helping me guide his dripping tip to my opening.

Crying out as he fills me, I ride him with abandon, clawing at his chest and whipping my hair into his face as I get closer once again. He teases my clit, barely hanging on as I treat him like my personal rodeo ride, and just as I’m about to scream out with another orgasm, he flips me onto my back.

His cock fills me again, so hard and deep I lose my breath. It comes back in a rush as he starts to pound me.

“Get ready, little girl. Let Daddy give you a baby.”

“Yes, I’m so ready. Fill me up, Daddy.”

He fucks me, fast and furious, roaring as he comes inside me. My pussy spasms around him and he groans, still pushing so deep inside me I think he’s touching my very soul. I wrap my arms around him, taking every inch until he falls onto my chest, breathing hard.

“I love you,” he gasps. “Fucking hell, you’re so amazing.”

“No, you,” I say weakly, closing my eyes as his cock slowly slips out of me and he rolls onto his side.

I cuddle up next to him with his arm around me and we breathlessly come back to earth, finally looking at each other with a reflection of the same goofy smile.

“You think that did the trick?” he asks.

“Hmm,” I say, tracing a circle on his shoulder. “Maybe. But we should go again soon to make sure.”

“And tomorrow,” he says, playing along.

“Twice tomorrow to be safe,” I say. “I really want another baby.”

He kisses me, pulling back to search my eyes to see all the love I have for him and our family that we’ve made together. “I have everything I want right now,” he tells me. “But there’s always room for more.”

~The End