Three Kinds of Trouble by Anne Malcom

Epilogue

Macy had been very excited about the party for the baby. And very insistent that we go shopping for the perfect dress. Apparently with Gwen and Amy coming, they’d decided to make it a little classier than the usual Sons of Templar parties. It was black and white themed.

I had no idea how the women had managed to get their badass husbands to agree to a theme, but then again, most wore black like it was the only shade that existed, so it wasn’t like they had to do anything different.

It was obvious then, according to Macy, that the women would all wear white. I’d tried to argue with Macy on this, self-conscious of my six-week post-partum body and the unforgiving shade of white.

But then we’d found the dress. A bias-cut, long-sleeved, maxi dress. It skimmed over the bits that I was self-conscious about and clung to the curves I was now proud of. Especially with the lingerie that Macy had found that was sexy and flattering at the same time. A white, strapless bustier which pushed up my new, gigantic breasts. Panties that revealed my entire ass and a garter belt that clipped onto my lace topped stockings.

“Why aren’t you buying anything?” I asked, struggling with my many bags. I’d had to get shoes to go with the dress. Louboutins. I’d also had to get new shoes because my feet had not shrunk back down to their regular size.

It was a good thing that I could afford to replace the majority of them. My pregnancy series on my YouTube channel had generated more views than ever, and I had sponsorships and income like never before. Hades had, as promised, paid for all the household expenses. I, as promised, had done a lot of shopping for our household. And for Hades.

“My dress already arrived yesterday,” Macy replied to my question with a wink.

I hadn’t thought about the fanfare of the party. There were too many wonderful things happening in my life.

It was only then, on the day, in that moment, that I realized what the party was.

A wedding.

Mywedding.

Our house was full of people because I’d insisted we’d have the party there. Macy had quickly agreed to that, and I understood why when I walked into our backyard.

The backyard that, in the space of the two hours it took me to get ready—thanks to Marilyn, Macy, Caroline and Aunt V distracting me and plying me with drinks—had transformed into a wedding venue.

Hades and I had been separated, which meant that Eva and I had been separated. The next time I saw them, Hades was wearing a dress shirt and slacks, and his cut of course. Eva was wearing the most beautiful little dress that Gwen had bought for her—I found that out later.

They were standing at the end of an aisle. In our backyard. There was an arch covered in flowers, the desert a perfect backdrop. Seats had been set up on either side of an aisle constructed with lanterns.

Everyone we knew and loved was there. A sea of Sons of Templar cuts. Des, grinning from ear to ear, wearing a tan suit complete with elbow patches. Marilyn and Jed. All the girls from Fate. Oliver from the coffee shop. All of the Sons of Templar Old Ladies.

All of our family.

Aunt V walked me down the aisle, her hand tight in mine as I stared at Hades and my daughter. Hansen was standing there, too, because who else officiated an outlaw wedding but the president of said outlaws.

Aunt V pulled me in for a tight hug when we reached the end. “You did it, my sunshine,” she murmured in my ear. “You got the exact life you deserve.”

She let me go, smiled at Hades and Eva then went to sit down in the front row beside Des. Though almost all of my attention was focused forward, I didn’t miss how Des placed his hand on Aunt V’s thigh before she covered it with her own.

Then my focus went to Hades and my daughter.

“Only you would propose to me with a wedding,” I teased, fighting back tears.

Like the expert he was, Hades nestled Eva in one of his large arms to reach into his jacket and retrieve a ring. No box.

By the look of the cut and carat, it needed a box. That should not have been roaming around in the pocket of his cut. But then again, it was safe with Hades. As were me and Eva.

I held out a shaking hand to let Hades slide the diamond onto my finger. It was black.

It was perfection.

“You’re gonna marry me,” he murmured. “You’re gonna spend the rest of your life with me.”

My heart thundered. “Yes sir,” I whispered.

Then we got married.

* * *

The rest of the night was euphoric. Our home full of people, laughter and love. Eva settled in her father’s arms, happy and content as music filtered softly through the speaker. All of the surfaces in our living room were covered with either food or flowers. It was casual, relaxed and exactly how I wanted my wedding reception to be.

I would’ve been happy for it to last the entire night, but Hades promptly kicked everybody out after only a handful of hours.

I knew why after we’d put Eva to sleep in her crib. Sirius promptly curled up at the base of it, the other male who was never far from her side.

It had been six weeks.

Exactly.

And Hades had made it clear just how long those six weeks had been for the both of us when the buttons of my dress went clattering to the floor.

I forgot about everything else but Hades and his hands. He let out a low hiss when he revealed my lingerie.

He stepped back, rubbing his hand over his mouth, cock straining through his slacks. “Turn around,” he rasped, his voice husky.

Trembling with desire, I did as he ordered.

When I turned around, his eyes were burning. “Never seen anything more fucking perfect in my life, Freya.”

My entire body flushed.

“Lie down on the bed, baby,” he ordered.

I did as I was told.

Then I went up on my elbows, watching as Hades slowly undressed, my entire body coiled with need, with excitement.

Once he was naked, he climbed on the bed. My eyes feasted on his cock. Long. Thick. Hard. Magnificent. Then my eyes went to the space above his heart. Up until six weeks ago, it had been the only place on his body where there was naked skin. Now, mine and Eva’s names were inked on top of his heart.

“Lift your hips for me, baby,” he murmured, his hands running up my stocking-covered legs.

“You arranged this whole wedding because it’s the first night we could fuck?” I moaned, my mind working slowly thanks to all the desire flooding it.

His hands at my hips, pulling down my panties answered that particular question. My body relaxed against his touch, desperate for him, until he pushed apart my legs.

Then I froze.

Hades noticed immediately, his eyes darting to mine. “Freya?’

I pursed my lips, my cheeks suddenly hot.

He moved up so he was laying on top of me. The weight of his body was comforting, but not comforting enough.

“Freya,” he repeated, my name a warning.

“It’s stupid,” I whispered. “And embarrassing.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Hades snapped. “Talk.”

“I’m just worried...” I trailed off, suddenly unable to look him in the eye. I inspected the ceiling.

For about two point five seconds.

“You look at me, Freya,” he demanded.

I took a deep breath then met his eyes. My husband’s eyes. “I’m worried it won’t be the same, I won’t be the same. Down there.” I swallowed, mortified. “That I’ll feel different. That it won’t be as good.”

There it was, a shameful admission, one that I shouldn’t have even voiced. My body had done exactly what it was designed to do. It had birthed our amazing daughter, and it had healed how it was supposed to heal. Yet because I was a coward, I hadn’t looked too closely at that area.

“You’re serious,” Hades remarked, surprise in his tone.

I pursed my lips and nodded.

“Freya, I didn’t think I could love your pussy anymore until six weeks ago.” He kissed my neck. “Whatever has changed down there is only going to make me love it more because it’s evidence of what you’ve given me.” His lips trailed lower, encircling my nipple.

I cried out, my hands tearing through his hair. My breasts were still swollen and full of milk, much more tender than they’d ever been.

“Your pussy has given me the fuckin’ world, Freya,” he added, lifting his head to look into my eyes. Then they slid down my stomach, the one that bore stretchmarks and was nowhere near as flat as it used to be. Hades worshipped it.

Then he continued his descent lower, to my pussy, and he worshipped that too. His lips moved slowly, with reverence, exploring every inch of me. My body reacted in that exact same way as it had before Eva, savoring the pure ecstasy he gifted me with.

I fisted the sheets as my body writhed in pleasure, every nerve ending singing for Hades, desperate for more, for release. Just as I was about to topple into oblivion, Hades stopped. My entire body protested as he climbed upward, his lips brushing mine with the taste of me as his cock pressed up against me.

“First time you come is going to be around my cock, Freya. The baby is asleep, so your gonna have to come quietly,” he murmured against my lips, poised at my entrance.

My nails clawed at the skin of his back, willing him to start working on that orgasm he’d promised. “I’ll be quiet.” My voice was low, desperate, feral.

The cords in Hades’s neck stood out with the effort it was taking him to stay there, right there, and not surge inside.

“There will be time, when we have the house to ourselves, when I’ll make you scream, don’t you worry baby. I’ll take care of you.”

It was another oath I looked forward to him fulfilling.

I lifted my hands to cup his cheek. “I know, Hades,” I whispered.

Then he surged inside of me.

There was a time when the house had been empty and he’d made me scream. But those times were just memories for the next twenty-three years. Although we always found the time, even when, as time went on, our house was rarely empty. Not just with Eva then later with her friends. But after much convincing and reassuring, the house was later filled with the twins, Carver and Miles. And after that, it was Victoria. Then we were done.

Because our home was plenty full.