Maggie goes on all fours, tilting so her ass is just right there in front of me. I massage those pale white globes, so fucking hungry that I can hardly stand it.
“God, Bryant, quit toying with me,” she whimpers.
“But you’re so fun to play with, Maggie,” I whisper, pressing my chest against her back and holding her prisoner on the bed. “And you like it, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “You know I do.”
“Just want to make sure you’re ready, sweetheart,” I croon, moving my hand over her body while I slide my fingers in and out of her.
“If I get any more ready, it will be too late for you to get yours, you big dummy,” she complains, making me laugh.
I wrap my hand around my cock and slide it between the lips of her pussy, letting her wetness cover my shaft. I stroke it, moving back and forth, pushing us both way too close to the edge.
“Feel like a quick ride with your man, Maggie May?”
“He better hurry if he even wants to join the ride,” she whimpers, and as if to prove her point, another flood of her juices covers my cock, as her pussy spasms against me.
I stop torturing both of us and position my head at her entrance and thrust inside her tight depths.
“God, you undo me, woman,” I groan as I begin to ride her. Maggie is with me every step of the way. Our bodies dance together in perfect unison, and I close my eyes and let it lead me. I can already feel Maggie coming apart beneath me.
“I love you, Bryant,” she gasps. “I love you so much.”
I kiss the back of her neck and grab hold of her hips and with one final thrust, go over the edge with her.
I roll to my side, pulling her with me, but instantly miss being inside her as she adjusts to the new position. I help her to turn and face me, pull her leg up over my hip and push back into her, making her tremble.
“You ever heard of a rest period, Bryant?” she murmurs, her voice soft and tender has she kisses my chest.
“Not around you, Maggie May. Not around you,” I respond, kissing the top of her head, feeling completely content. “I’ve missed the fuck out of you woman.”
“I missed you, too. I’m glad you’re not traveling anymore.”
“I don’t think I could make it if I did,” I laugh, but I’m not really joking. The emptiness I felt every night after I hung up with Maggie and Terry was like a living, breathing thing.
“It’s funny how once I got my head straightened out that I can’t seem to function without you.”
“It’s not funny, Maggie. It’s a gift and I’m damn thankful for it,” I correct her.
In the shadows cast by the moon shining in the window, I can see a smile play on her lips.
“You drove all night to get here, didn’t you?” she softly asks.
My gaze goes to the clock to see the red letters show that it’s just after three in the morning.
“I guess I did.”
“I’ll yell at you for doing it tomorrow. Tonight, I just want to be glad you did,” she snickers.
“How did your day go? Is Ida Sue still going through with the wedding?” I ask because I know she’s been dragging her feet a little, and Maggie was over there for a family dinner tonight.
“They’ve decided to have the wedding in September.”
“Jansen’s okay with that?” I ask, brushing some hair behind her ear.
“I don’t think he cares since they’re legally married now,” she laughs. “Are we really going to talk about my parents when your cock is buried inside of me?”
“I think we just did.”
“Good point,” she says, shaking her head.
“Get some rest, Maggie May. When you wake up, I’ll make you some pancakes and bacon.”
“I could cook breakfast for you,” she mutters.
“I haven’t had my fill of you yet, woman. I’d rather not die just yet.”
“Smartass,” she grumbles, but she does it yawning. I pull her closer, the heel of her foot pushes into my ass, and I sink deeper inside of her. I begin moving in and out of her—because I can’t stop myself.
“Sorry, baby,” I apologize, knowing I should let her rest but unable to stop.
“Shut up and love me, Bryant,” she breathes, initiating our kiss and claiming my mouth with her own.
I don’t respond with words, but I show her with my body.
I’ll love her for the rest of my life and whatever life comes after that. Then again, I think she knows, and finally, years after we first said I do, I know that my Maggie loves me the same way.
Epilogue
Maggie
Three Years In the Future
I come out of the bathroom and look at Bryant. He’s sitting on the bed, his hair mussed and going in different directions. He’s wearing nothing but blue jeans and they’re unbuttoned at the waist. His feet are bare, and he looks sexy and sleepy—which is one of my favorite Bryant looks.
I walk slowly to him, putting the pregnancy test on the nightstand, and then I sit beside him. Instantly, Bryant pulls me up into his lap and cuddles me close.
“Now we wait,” he says, kissing my temple.
“Now we wait,” I agree.
I shouldn’t be nervous, but I am. The results of that test will change everything, but it will also be proof that I’ve done a lot of healing since marrying Bryant. It hasn’t been easy, but with Bryant by my side, we pushed through. Bryant had a lot to work through, too, and I’m not even sure he realized it. We did it together, though, and we’ve had each other’s backs—which is everything.
I’m nervous to start our next journey together. But I feel I’m ready. I’ll be the first to say that I had Terry way too soon, my head too screwed up—but I don’t regret it. My only regret is that I didn’t give him the complete childhood he deserved. He’s always been happy and loved, though, and I’m proud of that. It may have taken Bryant and I a little while to get everything straightened out, but did—we did it really well.
“It’s going to be okay either way, you know, Maggie May,” Bryant says, squeezing my hand.
“I know, it’s just…”
“Just what, baby?” he prompts when I have to stop talking to swallow down my emotion.
“Now, that we’ve decided to have a child… I mean, I’m not getting any younger. What if I’ve waited too long?” I murmur, voicing my biggest worry.
“Maggie, come on, you’re not old,” Bryant discounts, lifting my head so that I have no choice but to look at him.
“You remember how hard it is to raise a child, Bryant. Terry is just now discovering girls, and he’s going to be trouble because no offense, honey, but that boy’s Lucas genes are really strong.”
“Yeah, you’re not wrong,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck and looking worried. For some reason, that makes me laugh.
“So, we’ll be dealing with that and potty training all at the same time,” I respond with a sigh, panicking.
“And we’ll do it perfectly,” Bryant assures me. He kisses me and I let him distract me, erasing all the nerves and doubts I’m having.