Page 13 of Taffy
Troy and I look at each other, our eyes locking and communicating what everyone in the room knows, we’re in love. It came out of nowhere and hit us both like a speeding train, but it’s here, and it’s true, and I think that by the strength of the grip we have on each other’s hands, neither of us will be letting this go, stuck together like taffy in the most wonderful way.
Epilogue 1
Troy
Five years later
“What flavor would you like?” I hold my three-year-old son, Christian, up so he can survey the barrels of taffy in our favorite store on the pier.
“Pink one!” He points to the cotton candy barrel and swings his legs excitedly. I have to tighten my grip a little. Tina laughs at his excitement and scoops a handful’s worth into the paper bag she’s holding.
“There you go, little man,” she says, shaking the bag as she does every time we do this. I’m reminded of that first night with her time and time again, and each time my eyes drink her in and want her with the same intensity I did five years ago. This beautiful woman and her perfect curves are all mine. “And what about my big man?” She meets my eyes and gives me a coy smile.
“You know what I want, baby.”
“Peaches and cream.” Her teeth pull at her lip as she puts a nice big scoop of our favorite flavor into the bag on top of Christian’s choice. I’ll be licking that flavor from her body later tonight.
“What do you say we get your big sister some too,” I suggest, bouncing my boy on my hip.
“Yay! Katie! She likes purple!” Christian claps as Tina puts the grape taffy in the bag and heads to the counter to get it weighed so she can pay.
Besides the worry we initially had about how Kate would receive our relationship, becoming this different version of a family unit has been fairly smooth sailing. She’s an amazing big sister to Christian, and she’s been an unwavering best friend to Tina.
She even officiated over our wedding.
She doesn't like to be reminded that Tina is now her stepmother, but she takes it all in her stride and impresses me with her resilience, understanding, and love for those close to her. About four years ago, she moved back to San Francisco when a job opened up at the same law firm Tina works at, so she’s been here for all of Christian’s life, and we are all blessed to be a bigger part of hers.
After years of feeling lonely and left out, I’m surrounded by family.
Tina feels like a miracle to me. She walked in, and suddenly, my life fell into place. We’re all closer than we were before all this started, and I think we’re all much happier for it. Especially now that Kate understands the truth behind her conception and the complications during her upbringing. As much as I didn’t think I should tell her, Tina convinced me that honesty was the best way to heal the past, and I have to admit she’s right.
Like she always is.
Because the wife is always right, and don’t let anyone convince you otherwise or you’re in for an hour-long lecture about whyyou’rewrong. Even if you’re right.
Still, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Most days, married life is exactly what I imagined it would be, but better. It’s filled with love and laughter with my wife, my best friend. And at the end of the day, I get to crawl into bed beside her, eat her pretty pussy and fuck her until we pass out. I think that was worth waiting most of my life for.
Epilogue 2
Tina
We drop Christian off at Kate’s house for a big sis-little bro sleepover extravaganza. We even handed over the bag of taffy sans a few pieces of the peaches and cream that we plan to use later when we celebrate our anniversary the way we always do—a bike ride, and a hell of a lot of sex.
You’d think after five years, that feeling of wanting each other so much would lessen. But it hasn’t. I want him as much as I did on that first day when he helped me from my car then tried to lock himself away from me. We still laugh about that sometimes. I’ll go for a shower, and he’ll say, “Lock the door because if I know you’re naked in there, I can’t be responsible for what I’ll do.”
But I never lock the door. So we had a bench installed in our shower and one of those continuous hot water heaters so we can bang in there to our hearts’ content. Which is often.
For a girl who waited to have sex until the right man came along, I certainly got a taste for it real quick.
Perhaps we’re making up for lost time, and things will calm down as we get older. I don’t know, but I hope not. I want Troy bending me over and fucking me so hard my head hits the wall until we’re old enough to risk breaking a hip. That’s my idea of a wonderful life.
“Ready?” Troy leans against the door of our shared bathroom, his eyes trailing up and down my body as he lets out a low whistle. “You wore the dress.”
“I always wear the dress,” I say as I finish fixing my hair in a low ponytail so I can wear a helmet. “Easy access.”
A growl vibrates out of his chest, and I feel it land as a jolt against my clit. I love the way he wants me. I love that way he’s so obviously turned on by me. I’ve gained more than my fair share of weight over the years, and he’s still as muscular and firm as he ever was. But he delights in my curves in a way that makes me proud to have them and to give them to him.
“Get outside or we’re never going to make this dinner reservation.”
