Page 22 of Tonight's the Night
Epilogue
Joshua - Four Years Later
The cool bluelight of the pool illuminates Angela, making her look ethereal, beautiful…gorgeous. Her long brown hair is piled up on her head and pieces are falling around her cheekbones in flowing tendrils. I sit back and take a long pull of my beer. This is everything to me rightnow.
Her narrow black skirt contours to her thighs and ass like a dream. Her stiletto heels make her legs look like candy. Since having two kids in four years, her body has changed. Her hips seem wider. Her breasts are fuller. Everything about her body still drives me crazy, but her curves make my mouth water every time I look at her. I know when I pull her down into my lap at the end of a long day at work she’ll be eager to kiss my lips, pull on my hair, and beg me to fuck her. She’ll press her wet pussy against my cock and ride up and down as I hold her off from sliding down the length of my cock. I love to get her on edge and riled up before claiming her. I love to feel her clit pulse against my cock and I love to tease her. When she begs, it’s a reminder that I’m her man and no one else will have her like Ido.
And I do. I claim her every single day. I claim her over and over again. And when she wants to go to the beach with the kids, I tell her she better put on her tightest little bikini and pretend she doesn’t know how the whole world looks at her. She asks for her punishment nightly and I give it toher.
“Dad!”
Emily’s voice interrupts my thoughts. I’ve been on edge all day waiting for the poll results, but observing my stunning wife from the other side of the backyard nearly pulled my ankles into a tide of wonder andlove.
“What’s up, sweetheart?” I ask, sitting up in the recliner at the edge of the pool. Everyone around me isbuzzing.
“There areresults.”
Angela’s eyes find me from the other side of the backyard and she gives me a confident smile and a little fist-bump from five yards away. I stand and bring my beer into the house, where we have most of my staffers and campaign team sitting and frantically shouting into their phones. It was Angela’s idea for me to run for mayor. At first I told her I didn’t want the responsibility — that I wanted to devote all of my time and energy to her and our new family. But she encouraged me. She saw how fulfilled I was professionally by working as a public defender and then opening a law clinic that provides bro-bono legal representation for those who need it. And since the appointment is only four years it would be a perfect opportunity for me and we could reassess again after my term ended. That’sifIwin.
Angela and I walk through the glass doors to the living room, with our youngest, Riley, on her hip. Our three-year-old is in the kitchen doing something on a tablet. His favorite thing to do is color. I think he might actually have an inclination toward the arts, which would be fabulous. We’ve filled our home with so much beauty, and that includes Peter’s artwork. We’ve also filled our home withlove.
I’m fulfilled in my career, yes, but nothing can compare to the personal fulfillment of having more children. I was overwhelmed with joy when Emily was born; having two more has multiplied thatjoy.
Inside, everyone is buzzing around except Angela. She almost feels like an anchor. My eyes find my campaign advisor and he flashes me a look and then takes a pause, then gives me a thumbs-up.
“We won?” I ask cautiously. Henods.
“Wewon!”
A huge smile breaks out on my face and I clasp my hands behind my head. My advisor nods and everyone breaks out in a cheer, champagne bottles are being popped, and Angela kisses Riley, cooing against herneck.
“Your daddy is the mayor,sweetheart.”
I take Riley and give her a kiss on the forehead, then cradle her in my arms and hand her to Emily. I sweep my wife into my arms and kissher.
“Come with me upstairs for a minute,” I whisper against her lips, taking her hands in mine. I rub my thumbs over her wrists and then lead her to the stairs. I take a quick look back. Everyone’s congratulating each other and clapping each other on the back. No one’s even looking atus.
Good.
I may have accidentally let a low growl come out when I saw the mayoral incumbent checking my woman’s ass out at a benefit lastmonth.
She loves how fucking possessive I canget.
“Where are you taking me, Mr. Mayor?” she flits up the stairs and I follow her, not bothering to pretend I’m not staring at her round, swayingass.
“I’m taking you to my office,” I say. “You’ve been a very bad girl. You love men looking at you, don’tyou?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I promise no one was looking at me. You’re my man, MayorStevens.”
I don’t get her to the bedroom before I’m walking toward her and making her back up against the wall. Her ass hits the wall and she startles as I crush my lips down on hers and slide a hand down her skirt. She moans into my mouth as I find her clit, spreading her lips open to work tight circles overher.
“Oh God,” she moans against my mouth. I keep working her clit and lick and suck and bite her lips with feather-light touches. One of my arm snakes around to her back and I slide my hand out of her panties to put my fingers into her mouth. She whimpers around my fingers and her deep blue eyes sparkle. I take her hand and guide her into the bedroom where I throw her onto the bed and unfurl my pulsing cock from mypants.
“Oh your knees, bad girl,” I rasp, and she obliges, arching her back as I grab her hips. I pull her ass against my bare cock, easing the skirt up her smooth thighs. Inch by inch her skin is revealed, until I’m looking down at a tight strip of lace covering smooth, bare flesh beneath. She is so wet that I can see the outline of her pussy lips through the wet lace, and after taking a few quick swipes at her clit from behind, I rip the black lace panties and use my thumbs to peel apart her lips. “Who the hell is this for, badgirl?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she cries. “You were only kissing me. I don’t know how I got sowet.”
“Was this for some other guy?” I grunt, running my hands over the smooth globes of her ass. Her desire is more evident than I’ve seen since the first time we weretogether,
