Page 102 of You Can Make Me
Epilogue
Denny
Five years later…
“Oh,fuuuck, baby.”
As promised, Cooper woke me most days in the best possible way. He was usually up before me doing his yoga stretches, and then he’d crawl back into bed with me, pull the covers over his head, and put his talented mouth to work. Best way to start a day ever.
This morning, he began by pushing my legs apart and brushing his fingers lightly over my taint and balls, making me jump and moan, my legs shaking so bad I could hardly stand it. Then he administered long, slow licks up and down my shaft, which was extra sensitive from our lovemaking the previous evening in the shower.
I was truly living the dream.
When I thought I’d die from pleasure, he took my cock down his throat and hummed happily as he got to work with his hands, stroking in time with the movements of his tongue.
“Fuck, Cooper, baby?—”
He popped up from under the covers.
“You better keep it down unless you want company.”
His wicked smile as he pulled the sheet back over his head sent my heart to heaven. The rest of my body followed a few pumps later as a lazy orgasm washed over me, tingling down to my toes and up my spine until every muscle in my body relaxed in bliss.
Cooper crawled up my body, nibbling as he went, and then he shoved his salty tongue into my mouth, and one last wave of my orgasm shot up my shaft.
“God, that is just the best feeling in the whole damn world. Good morning, baby.”
“Good morning to you, dear husband. How did you sleep?”
“Great.” I slid my hands down the sides of his thighs as he straddled me, then up to cup his ass. My fingers grazed his crease, and he squirmed. My insatiable husband loved for me to be inside of him as often as possible. I was a blessed man. I reached for his cock and stroked it lightly with my fingertips until he hissed. “I’d love to return the favor?—”
“Daddeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
A ball of chaos burst in the door of our bedroom and hurled itself onto our king-sized bed. The ball consisted of a four-year-old miracle.
“Well, good morning, Mister Heat Miser. How goes it, Mister Hundred and One?”
Our bundle of joy, Miles, with the brightest shock of red hair I’d ever seen, arrived on our doorstep a year after Cooper and I were reunited under the most peculiar of circumstances. He was delivered to us by Pokey, the man who’d saved my life, with theinstructions to not ask questions, only to hold to the promise I’d made the moment I’d awakened from my coma.
“I’ll do anything to be with Cooper again.”
Every gift from the carnival required a sacrifice, but Miles was the furthest thing from a sacrifice I could ever have dreamed. Instead, the carnival proved to be the gift that kept on giving. A beautiful son who loved his daddies exuberantly and?—
Waaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
“And that’ll be part two,” Cooper said with a wink. He climbed off me as I scooped up my little Heat Miser and started singing his favorite song as I tickled him ’til the hiccups started.
Cooper slid his boxers on and trotted down the hall to collect our second miracle, a dark-haired, often-sullen beauty named Miranda, after Cooper’s grandmother.
Our baby girl came about the good old-fashioned way: Cooper’s college-aged cousin decided to give up her child for adoption, and she asked the two of us to be the fathers. This cousin had been the victim of an unspeakable act, and she wanted a second chance at life. We were all about the second chances, so little Miranda joined our branch of the Harris clan.
Cooper had been the best thing that ever happened to me, but our little family blew me away with wonder every day. I’d never thought I’d get the chance to be a dad—nor did I ever imagine amanwould sweep me off my feet. It just goes to show you that if you open yourself to love, the possibilities are endless.
Listen to me, all full of hippie-dippy happiness. Dane must have really rubbed off on me.
Once upon a time, I was a jaded, grumpy, skeptical guy grinding away as a detective for the Kern County Sheriff’s Department. I’d been divorced from two complicated women, and I had the best friends a guy could ask for.
That was before the carnival turned all of our lives upside down.
