Virgin Marriage by Alexa Riley
Epilogue
Aiden
Five Years Later…
Iclick through my emails, making sure I have everything taken care so the rest of my day is free. My parents are over coming over tonight to watch the boys so I can take my wife out to dinner. I have a few surprises planned for our anniversary.
Most days after breakfast I take that small part of my day to work, double checking to make sure everything is running as it should be. I made sure I hired the best so I don't have to worry about the company every day as I once had. I’d been using it to get lost and avoid thinking about how lifeless of a life I’d been living before Caroline came into my world. It’s easy to make yourself busy so you don’t see what's staring you right in the face. I’d let myself get lost in other problems so I didn’t have to face the others. It was something I’d never let myself do again.
The only reason I keep the company going at this point is because maybe one day my children will want it. It isn't about the money. We’re set, but it could be a true family business if our children want that. Or they can choose to follow their own dreams. Either way, that door is open to them. I’ll make sure all doors are open to them and I’ll never stand in the path of one they want to walk through.
My own parents made their mistakes, but they have learned from them and we have all grown together. Time healed some of the wounds that lingered for years. In fact, while they might regret some of the choices they made, those choices not only set me on the path to my wife but they also taught me life lessons that will make me a better father.
I stand and stretch, wondering what my wife is up too. I know both of our boys are down for naps. Normally by now she’s in here lying on the sofa in my office and reading a book until I’m done doing whatever it is I have to wrap up.
We always eat lunch together. Then I eat her until she passes out for her own small nap. Her first trimester of pregnancy always makes her a mixture of sleepy and horny. I’d add hungry, but she’s always hungry, I think with a smile. Thank god I can cook, because that’s one of the few things my perfect wife doesn’t excel at. Still I eat her burnt bacon and rubbery eggs anytime she makes them. I’d do anything for that woman to make her smile. God knows she makes me smile by simply being.
I still, dropping my arms from a stretch when I hear her laughter ring out in the house. I glance towards the window but don’t see a car. Maybe she’s on the phone. I head out of my office, following the sound of her laughter, and freeze when I see Nick, the man who makes sure our pond is taken care of, standing in our kitchen eating the burnt cookies my wife made for me last night. I only hired him a few months ago after the last guy retired and moved down to Florida with his wife.
My jaw hardens when I see his eyes on her tits as they bounce with laughter. She has one hand on the counter, the other on her baby bump. She’s holding onto our little baby girl as she laughs. Maybe the fucker doesn't see it. Not that he needs to. She has a giant rock on her hand and I’m the one who hired him. His ass knows she’s married. Still, here he stands in my kitchen, staring at my wife, ready to pounce on her. He’s even creeping towards her slowly.
“Lake is outside,” I say, entering the kitchen. Caroline looks shocked at my hard tone. I almost swear it’s fake because there’s no way she can be surprised right now. Or maybe she didn't notice the fuck staring at her tits. Either way, I’m pissed. My whole life everyone has always said I’m the good guy, always doing the right thing.
That was until Caroline. Apparently I saved all my assholeness for the moments someone got too close to my woman. I come to stand behind my wife leveling the guy with a hard stare. There is no missing that I’m begging for a reason to lay him out.
“I was just letting Caroline know I was done.” He motions towards the lake.
“Mrs. Clark,” I correct him. I don’t have to see my wife’s face right now to know she rolled her eyes.
“Mrs. Clack,” he parrots my words. I would think it’s a good thing he learns fast, but he doesn't need to learn shit because he won’t be coming back here ever again.
“I’ll walk you out.” I turn my wife in my arms and kiss her so hard and deep she forgets fuckface is standing there. When I pull away she’s breathless and her mouth is swollen. That heavy, lustful look in her eyes almost has me forgetting he’s standing there too for a moment.
“I’ll be back in a minute, my heart.” I soften my voice for her. “I’ll make you some lunch and then we’ll have our nap.” It’s clear what “nap” means from my tone. The man chokes on the burnt cookie. At least he’s trying to eat it. I’d really have to deck him if he let on to my wife her cooking wasn't the best. I watch as Caroline’s cheeks warm to a nice pink. She smacks my chest, whispering my name loudly in a scolding tone. I have to fight a smirk. I kiss the end of her nose before stepping away from her.
I don’t care how petty it makes me, but I take the cookie right out of the man’s hand and put it down on the kitchen counter. “Let’s go.” I motion to him to start moving his ass. He turns and does as he’s told. I let my hand fall to his shoulder, giving it a hard squeeze as we head to the side door where I know he has to be parked. That’s why I didn't see his truck when I glanced out the front window.
“Maybe you aren't used to husbands being home when you do your stops.” I squeeze him hard and he whimpers in pain. “But I’m always fucking home with my wife.” I stop walking but don’t release his shoulder. I want him to look me in the eyes. Finally he does.
“You hear what I’m saying?”
“Loud and clear,” he rushes to say, dropping his eyes from mine. I let him go. I think he gets the point.
“Don’t come back here,” I add as he practically runs to get out of here. I have to fight a laugh when he almost trips over his own supplies he still has lying out. He quickly gathers them and puts them into the back of his truck. I shut the door and flip the lock before I head back to find my wife.
I make it back to the kitchen and freeze when I see her sitting there in nothing but a pair of panties. Her dress is lying on the floor next to her. No wonder her tits were bouncing like they had been when she laughed. She didn't have a bra on.
“I like that dress.” She points to the dress on the floor. I smirk. She knew I was coming for her and the dress would have been a cleaning rag. She knows me all too well. That turns me on even more.
“Not going to give me a smart mouth?” I close in on her, waiting for a bit of her anger. I know with a few kisses and touches I can quickly cool it.
“Nope.” She swings her legs back and forth without a care in a world. She still doesn’t say anything about what I’d done. So I push on.
“What was so funny?” I ask her, placing my hands on the arms of her chair to cage her in.
“Nothing.” She shrugs but keeps on smiling.
“Heard you laughing up a storm,” I throw back. I know my smart wife is up to something.
She laughs and wraps her legs around me. The high kitchen stool she’s sitting in brings my cock right where it wants to be. She slides her hands up my chest and wraps her arms around my neck. Instincts kick in and I’m lifting her into my arms.
“I was laughing ‘cause I knew you’d come and save me. He wouldn't stop talking.” I don’t have time to make it up the stairs and into our bedroom. I head back to my office and kick the door closed behind us. I move her over to the giant sofa that I’ve made love to her on many times before. I’m not sure there is anywhere in this house that I haven't. “That jealousy you have can work in my favor, too,” she giggles.
I want to laugh with her, but I’m too fucking turned on. Five years and I still think I grow more addicted to her each day. I didn’t think it was possible, but here I am, beyond obsessed with her. I slip my hand into her panties and that laugh turns right into a moan. “Aiden.” She lifts her hips as I push two fingers deep inside of her, using my thumb to rub small circles on her clit.
My perfect wife is always so needy for my touch and attention. I groan. I never get enough of how much she needs me. My cock leaks cum inside my slacks. I can’t stop myself from leaning down and let my tongue replace my thumb. I want her taste. I know her body and what she likes, so it doesn't take long before she’s cumming for me. I drink her down, getting every drop from her sweet pussy. I slide my finger out of her and pull her panties all the way off, tossing them to the floor.
I don’t take the time to undress. I only flick my belt open and free my cock to push inside of her. She wraps her legs around me again as I slide in and out of her. It’s like coming home to my wife. The only woman to have ever held the title. The only one who ever will.
THE END!
Virgin Wife
by Alexa Riley
Savannah has had her entire life planned out by others. When she was forced into a loveless marriage, all she could do was try to make the best of it. Until the day Wyatt Carmichael comes in and wants her for himself. He’s been the only man to hold her heart and she’s wondering if she can finally have the love and life she deserves.
Wyatt has been biding his time until the perfect moment to have her. One look at Savannah when he was fourteen and he was done for. He’s done everything in his life so that he’d have his shot, and now that he’s got it, he’s not leaving anything to chance.
Warning:The second book in this duet can be read as a stand alone…but it’s better if you read The Virgin Husband first! Can the evil wife get her redemption and find love all at the same time? Are you kidding us?! Of course she can! See what happens when the hated wife finds her happily ever after.
