Poppy has sat with us unmoving and quiet and very unlike the older sister I remember. Turning to her, I tell her, “I still watch you race.”
“Really?” she asks, sounding surprised. “I thought you always hated all of it.”
“I did,” I admit to her and my dad whose whole lives have revolved around fast motorcycles and the race track. “But seeing my badass sister beat her husband on the track is pretty epic.” I smile.
“Dude, he gets pissed every time still,” she says smugly.
The rest of the day is full of getting to know all of my family again and them getting to know me. It’s one of the best days of my life. Hugging them all goodbye with promises to talk and see each other soon feels surreal.
My exhausted body sags against my husband as he closes the door after my parents leave.
“So, am I sleeping on the couch?” Sonny asks.
Looking up at him with a tired smile, I say, “Only if you try to get handsy. I’m so tired.”
He kisses me on the forehead. “Let’s get you a bath and then in bed.”
I hug and thank Roisin for everything she did today. She’s been so incredible, and she got along so much better with my mom than I thought, so that was an added bonus.
Dez enjoyed being the man-child he is with Harry and the rest of the kids, and I’m so thankful he got to get a friend back today too. He deserves it. He deserves so much happiness.
“Today was so amazing,” I tell Sonny when I sink into the warm bubble bath he drew for me. “Thank you, Sonny. I couldn’t have done this alone.”
Kneeling behind me in the clawfoot tub, he begins to rub my neck and shoulders. “All I ever wanted was to give you every ounce of happy you craved.”
“All I ever craved was you,” I tell him honestly.
“Careful, or you’re going to be sending me to the couch,” he warns.
Humming as his fingers bring bliss to my tired muscles, I enjoy the peace I feel.
Epilogue
SONNY
Today is our five-year anniversary. A day of celebration when I became the luckiest man in the world. A day when I married the woman I love on the cusp of a lie to protect her. But one in which I’ve never had an ounce of regret.
Our journey to get here hasn’t always been pretty or easy. There have been times of brokenness, but there’s always been beautiful healing at the end. We discovered we’re better together than apart.
I’m an addict for her and always have been. She’s the answer to every question I have, the ocean I want to swim in every day. I crave all of her.
“Are you ready for your surprise?” she asks in a quiet voice.
“On the edge of my fucking seat, Tink.”
When she told me she had one wish for our anniversary and it was for me to close my club for the night so that I’d finally let her in, there was no question I’d give that to her.
Now, I’m sitting in a chair facing the main stage. The overhead lights are down, with only the side lights giving enough glow for me to see her walk onto the stage. When she gets to the center, the spotlight shines down on her.
My mouth goes dry and my dick instantly goes hard as I look up at my breathtaking wife. She’s wearing only tiny booty shorts and a crisscross sexy-as-sin sports top. Standing there with her head bent to the side and face looking down, she’s making my heart pound. Her hair is down in waves covering her face.
Then music fills the room, and she turns to looks at me with a devilish grin as she starts to dance. I hadn’t even seen the powder at her feet covering the stage until she starts kicking it around with her movements. Bending forward, her hair fills with the powder, and as she throws her head back, it surrounds her like a halo.
I’m in awe as I watch her. It’s been years since I’ve seen her dance. Seeing her like this now, so free, is the best gift she could give me. She’s hot and sexy and sensual, and I about lose my fucking mind when she grabs the pole on stage and swings around it, hooking her leg and flipping herself upside down. Her movements and dancing are making it hard for me to stay seated because all I want is to run my hands all over her.
When the song comes to an end, she’s still spinning around the pole. Not able to hold back any longer, I stalk to her on stage, stopping in front of her just as she gets to her feet. She’s biting those lush lips between her teeth, showing me that fucking dimple, and I lose my battle of wills.
Grabbing her, I pull her against me, hard, one hand on her ass and the other in her hair. I don’t care that the powder is ruining my suit. I can’t hold back my hunger for her anymore.
Our mouths eat at each other as we kiss and bite and lick and taste. She’s still the one craving that I can’t get enough of.
“Does this mean you liked my dance?” she asks into our kiss.
Thrusting my hips into hers, I show her exactly how much I liked her dance. “What do you think?”
“Feels like you’re packing heat, Mr. Knight,” she teases.
“Yeah, and I’m going to light you up soon,” I promise her, biting her nipple through her bra.
“Uh, this mean I can go now?” I hear Dez ask behind me with a laugh. Fucker is probably enjoying the show. I raise my hand and flip him off while never taking my mouth off of my wife’s body.
“Fuck, I want you so bad, Tink. But I’m not about making a paste with all this powder,” I tell her, making her laugh.
“You have a couch in your office, don’t you?”
“I’m afraid what I want to do to you requires more than a couch, but I’ll give you an appetizer to wet your appetite before we leave.”
Dropping to my knees, I don’t wait for her to say anything as I pull one of her legs over my shoulder while her back rests against the pole. I run my tongue over the wet center of the booty shorts she’s wearing before tickling her clit with my finger through the fabric, already making her crazy.
My knuckles tease her sensitive flesh as I drag them up the middle of the shorts and rip a hole in the center. I look up at her and wink before I shove my face into her, my tongue thrusting into her hole before sweeping up to her clit. My lips cover her, biting, licking, sucking her delicious pussy as I push two fingers into her. Within minutes, she’s crying out as I lick up every ounce of her pleasure.
Not caring if the whole world sees her bare, glistening pussy, I pick her up and carry her out to my car. By the time we make it home and step inside the front door, she’s already pushing my pants down. Picking her up, her legs wrap around my waist as I press her back to the closed door. Lining my cock up with her entrance, I drop her down, both of us moaning from how good it feels.
I take her against the door before I feel her begin to contract around me, and when I pull out of her, she whines, not happy with me edging her. I smile and kiss her as I carry her up to our bedroom.
Dropping her onto the bed, she quickly crawls over to me before I climb on and takes me into her mouth. My head falls back, and my hand goes to her hair to pull it away from her face so I can watch as she takes my cock into her throat. Before I can come, I pull out of her mouth.
We both rid the last of our clothes as I climb on the bed with her, my hands and lips roaming the expanse of her body. A body that would drive any sane man mad. When she begs for me, I oblige, not able to hold back any longer either. Sliding inside, she lets out a moan, letting me know it’s the pleasure she seeks.