Virgin Marriage by Alexa Riley
Epilogue
Savannah
Two years later…
Istand in the middle of the art gallery, my own work hung on the walls all around me. I feel him before I see or hear him. My husband is never far from me. I’m sure it hadn't taken him long to realize I’d slipped from the room where he and the owner of the art studio had been chatting about tonight’s showcase.
“You look beautiful tonight, princess,” he says, his hand coming around to cup my baby bump. He slides his other hand into my hair. I tilt my head, letting out a sigh as his lips graze my neck. My body tinges from his simple touch. It always does.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I tease. He nips my neck affectionately and pulls me flush with him. I moan when I feel his very hard cock against me. He told me I looked beautiful before we’d left the house. In fact, he’d pretty much chanted it as he fucked me on the entry table of our home before we left. I had a feeling that might happen when I put it on this dress and I was proven right.
The dress is a little showy for me. It’s tighter than most things I wear, but the material is stretchy, so while it looks tight it isn't. It does, however, show off every curve of my body.
I’m halfway through my second pregnancy and my baby bump is on full display tonight. Maybe I’m one of the lucky ones, but I love how my body feels when I’m pregnant. I’m not sure who enjoys it more: my husband or me. Either way it doesn't matter. I’m pretty sure he has plans to keep me in this state for a few more little ones. I’m not protesting. I want more, too.
I turn in his arms, sliding my hands up his simple buttoned-up white shirt. The top few buttons are undone still, likely from me when we’d gone at each other. Or maybe he never bothered to button them to begin with. His sleeves are already rolled up, making him look calm and relaxed at the moment, but something is lingering. I can see it in his gaze.
“You did it,” he says, his eyes flicking over me to where my drawings are hung in the room.
“I did,” I agree. “You all brought me back to life.” I want him to know this isn’t just me. It’s him too. I started drawing when I first met him. He’s always been my inspiration. He looks down at me, his eyes softening.
I could always draw, but my father took something from me the day he took my drawing book from me. Wyatt helped me find that something again. My art came back to life with me. Sadly my parents hadn't. It’s bittersweet but I’m thankful for it. If they aren't going to change I don't want them in our lives. Neither Wyatt nor I will ever let their ways touch our babies.
It’s their loss. Between our family and Aiden’s we’ve made a family of our own, one I could never have dreamed of having before. Not until I saw it right in front of me for myself.
He leans down kissing me softly. “God, I love you so damn much,” he says against my mouth, making me smile. Wyatt wasn't the only one who’d gotten a family too. It was a joy and we both got to understand and love together. Neither of us had had a real family before. I wouldn't call the family I had before him real. They never would be. This is real. I no longer had to pretend to be something I wasn’t.
“You going to tell me what’s bothering you?” I ask. I know my husband too well to not know something is going on.
“Everything has sold,” Jenny says, breaking into my question to my Wyatt. I pull back a little from his firm hold he has on me to look over at Jenny. Her high heels click loudly on the marble floor as she makes her way over to us.
“It doesn't start for another hour.” I stare at her in shock for a moment. She stops walking looking like she’s not sure what to say. “Really?” I snap my eyes back to my too-handsome-for-his-own-good husband, who gives me a cocky smile.
“Can you blame me?” He shrugs.
“Wyatt!” I yell but can't stop a laugh from escaping.
“What? I don’t want someone else to have them. You’re all mine.” Now I’m starting to understand why he seemed a little off moments ago. That cocky smirk on his mouth almost turns to a pout. Almost.
“That’s really sweet,” I admit, and he smiles widely. There’s nothing cocky about it. “But we can’t keep them all.” I turn in his arms to face my work. Jenny makes herself scarce when she notices we need a moment.
“We have to let some things go. They could make someone else happy.” That’s what art always does for me. It makes me smile and wonder what the artist was feeling when they made their creation. I try and feel it. Mine are all filled with so much love. I want that for everyone. Everyone deserves to feel and understand the depth of love. Besides, there is only so much all space in our home.
“You’re so damn sweet, you know that?” He kisses my neck again.
“Because of you,” I respond instantly, making him laugh. No one thought Wyatt would make someone sweet, but I knew better. With him I feel safe. I can be me. I don’t have to build walls around myself to protect my heart. Maybe that’s what happened to my mother. The walls got too hard and high to break down. She doesn’t have a Wyatt though. Pretty sure nothing could stop this man from getting to me. He has a hard enough time sharing me as it is. He isn’t letting something keep him from me altogether.
I smack his chest, but he only chuckles. “Alright, princess. I’ll return them,” he concedes. Only my daughter and I ever get that privilege. The world gets the cold lawyer. Maybe I should want the rest of the world to see this side to him, too, but I guess I’m selfish when it comes to him. Not having him for those years made me this way. But I don’t think he minds in the least.
“Except that one.” I don’t have to look to know which he’s talking about. I wasn’t planning on letting that one go. I just wanted to showcase it.
One night not long after we married and we found out I was pregnant I asked Wyatt to tell me how he saw me. While he talked I let my hand draw, revealing to myself part of me I hadn’t known was there. It’s been almost two years and still when I look at it my eyes water at the sight.
He really does think I’m this perfect regal princess. It’s how he always sees me. His own princess that he can do any dirty thing he wants to. In the picture I’m sitting in his lap. He’s my throne.
“I’d never let that one go,” I tell him. He spins me in his arms so that I’m facing him again.
“You’re lucky I even let you bring it here. That’s ours.” He grabs a hold of my chin as he backs me up against the wall until I’m pressed into it, right next to the drawing.
“This why you didn’t give me my panties back?” I sass when I hear his pants come undone, knowing what’s coming. I’m already wet. We can never get through a night out without doing something naughty. I’m not sure if it’s his kink or mine. It’s probably both. I enjoy being bad with him and he enjoys reminding me I’m his. Like I could ever forget. He doesn’t have to remind me, but oh how I love his reminders.
“Damn right. No one stops me from getting to my wife’s pussy.” He lifts me, thrusting deep inside. I moan out his name loudly, and his hand flies over my mouth.
“Can’t ever be quiet when I get you on my cock, can you?” I shake my head, earning me his cocky smile.