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‘Yes,’ I moaned, quickening my fingers to meet him. His grunts and moans as he pumped into me, filling me up with rope after rope of hot cum, sent me over the edge. I pulled his mouth to mine and swallowed his moans while giving him my own.
At some point I melted against him, my body limp as he slid out of me and got a cloth to avoid any cum related spills on the new sofa.
‘We’re going to need that plastic wrap on all of our furniture,’ I sighed, happily.
‘At least a washable cover,’ he said with a grin, pulling me into his arms as he spooned me on the sofa. ‘Ruined furniture or not, I can’t wait to spend forever with you.’
I squirmed happily in his arms.
‘I can’t wait either.’
‘Will you marry me yet?’
I stilled before turning in his arms to face him. ‘Do you think you're ready?’
‘Fuck baby, I’ve been ready since the first time I asked you, before then, even. Are you ready?’
Showering him with kisses, I laughed. ‘Yes, I’m ready.’
‘So, is that a yes?’
‘Yes!’
He planted a kiss at the edge of my mouth before stroking my hair away from my eyes and smiling his dimpled smile at me. A smile I’d not seen shining as brightly for a while.
‘Good girl.’
EPILOGUE
ALEC
Dark tresses whispered in the wind as I watched her, Jane balanced on her hip as she put the finishing touches to the table in the taverna. Esther fussed to get everything just right because Maeve was finally coming to visit. The past almost two years had been hard on Esther even as she flourished in Spain, surrounded by people who loved her.
It had only been the second time we’d seen Maeve having to wait until Harold had finally lost his grip on their family.
I loved watching Esther, seeing her sunny smile as she talked to our daughter, or the simple grace she had when moving between the tightly packed tables. Her freckles had deepened with time as her skin had turned a darker hue with the sunny days. My heart still skipped a beat when she set those emerald green eyes on me, calling me to her with a tilt of the head.
‘Stop staring at me and help,’ she said with a laugh, handing our daughter to me. I almost couldn’t believe her first birthday had arrived already. She smiled up at me through her toothy little grin as I held her, melting me every time I looked at her.
The luckiest man in the god-damned word.
‘I can’t help staring at you,’ I said, pulling Esther to me by the waist and kissing her neck. ‘I still can’t believe you’re mine.’
She flashed her wedding band at me and winked. ‘All yours, promise.’
Jane, named after Esther’s mother, who I’d never had the pleasure of meeting, pushed a chubby little hand between us and tried to pull my face to hers, forever wanting to steal all of our kisses for herself.
‘You wee scamp,’ I said, planting kisses on her cheeks to a high-pitched giggle that stopped me in my tracks every time. I didn’t think it was possible to be happy, truly happy, but we’d found our blissful corner of the world and relished in it. We’d spoken about moving back once the coast was clear, but found that the taverna with Eva, Jock and Gladys had become home for us both. Not the family we might have imagined when we were both younger, but the one which made our souls content.
Esther still worked at the taverna, taking on more of the cooking and cleaning as it grew more difficult for Eva and Jock, while I worked as a handyman for whomever needed me around the town. The money wasn’t as hefty as my job as an enforcer, but I was greeted daily with smiles and thanks rather than hatred and fear. It was worth the change, plus we didn’t need too much in the way of material things. Esther hadn’t been lying when she’d said she didn’t care about all of that.
I left Esther to her fussing over every little detail of the party prep and took Jane to the tables outside where Gladys was soaking up the sun, decked out in the most colourful dress I’d ever seen.
‘Oh, give that baby over,’ she said, putting down her gin to reach out for Jane. Dutifully, I passed her over. ‘My wee Jane, och you’re a star, aren’t you?’
I leaned against the wall of the building and tilted my face to the sun, basking in its warmth.
‘She’s the best,’ I said, smiling at the two of them. Gladys had become like a surrogate grandmother to Esther and I, regularly bursting into our home to fuss over the baby and to bundle her into the pram for a walk about the town, or to bring us mountains of biscuits, hell we were overrun by them while Esther was breastfeeding, Gladys insisting they’d help bring the milk in.
