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By the end of the next day, Tina Solis became my wife, and my world was perfect.
Epilogue
Mike
The sound of her voice as she sings to our babies eases the tension in my chest. Who knew that in little over a year and a half my life would revolve around one woman and the little family she gave me? I miss her, even when I’m gone for just a few hours a day.
We’ve moved to Tennessee where we live close to my parents. She gave birth to our twins four months ago, and although she’s taking measures to stop me from filling her up with another set, all I can think about is seeing her belly round with my babies. It’s the animal in me, the primal instinct driving the desire and I shouldn’t, but I stare at her like a hungry man ready to breed his woman.
My sons are a handful already, and Tina does a wonderful job with them, but they’re a lot. She gets help from my parents, who can’t stop finding reasons to stop by every other day, but I’m sure she’s still exhausted.
I watch, leaning on the doorframe with my arms crossed, admiring the perfect scene before me: two cribs on an angle with my lovely wife standing at the crux between them, leaning in.
“Good night, my precious babies.” She bends down over their cribs and presses a kiss on their soft, fuzzy heads, one at a time. As sweet as it is, my mind is on her ass that’s bent in such a perfect position. I want to pull her pants down and strip her bare and bite down on her cheeks.
A low rumble rips from my chest. She’s only gotten sexier after the boys and I’ve gotten hornier. Maybe it’s not fighting as much or maybe it’s that I actually get pussy that I want more of hers, but I can never get enough of her sweet cunt. I want it in my mouth or in my hands before stuffing it with my huge cock.
“You’re home,” she whispers, turning around slowly after giving our boys one more look.
“I am. I missed you, beautiful.” I push off the doorframe and move into the room, closing the distance between us.
“I missed you too.” She slides her arms around me and I drag her in close, bringing my lips down on hers, kissing her deeply. Growling, I scoop her up by the back of her thighs, and she giggles. One of the mattresses moves and I grunt, “Oh shit, the boys.”
I slowly sneak out of the room with my woman in my arms, carrying her to our bedroom.
“Put me down. I’m heavy.”
“The hell you are. You’re a feather, but as it happens, this is the place I want you.” I lay her down on the bed and climb on top.
“You’re sweaty, Mr. Miller.”
Although my wife doesn’t like violence in general because of her past and tough guys kind of scare her, she finds me sexy as hell in the cage. She gets all fucking soaking wet when my muscles are flexed and I’m delivering an ass-whooping to someone.
Even though I’ve retired, I decided to open a training facility of my own. After what happened with my manager, having a good one who didn’t need the money was something guys in the industry needed. He was banned from working as a professional manager and his name went up in smoke in the industry, so he’s off trying to hook smaller people in the underground markets and it’s failing. Thankfully, the Riders are keeping tabs on him just in case he gets out of pocket, but things are good.
As for my work, I only train men in the facility, and any women are trained by female trainers, but I have yet to hire any. It’s just started, and we only have three fighters.
“I might have thrown a few punches, and a few pins.” My lips twitch, pressing my hips firmly into hers.
“Yes,” she says, thighs clenching under me.
“Does that turn you on, wife?” I reach between us and cup her pussy. Her tight leggings need to get lost. I slide my fingers under the material. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
“I like watching you get all sweaty.”
“Good, because we’re about to get nice and sweaty.”
Tina
“Dr. Miller to the nurse’s desk, please.” That never gets old. The past sixteen years have changed everything. With our two sets of twin boys and girls coming back to back, we decided to stop having babies. Now, our oldest two are learning to drive. When they were both in school, Mike told me to do what made me happy and I wanted to be a doctor, so at twenty-eight, I was back in med school, and now I’ve been practicing medicine for several years.
I walk to the nurse’s station and see my son and husband. “Oh, no. What happened?” I gasp, cupping my son’s face that has a light bruise on his cheek.
Mike clamps his lips shut. “He got into a fender bender.”
“It wasn’t my fault,” he instantly exclaimed.
“It actually wasn’t, but I got him looked at. He’s all good.”
