Page 25 of Gentleman's Anger
Nothing will ever change that.
epilogue
PATIENCE
TEN YEARS LATER
We are in the Green Salon at the Pinnacle and it’s our anniversary. It’s our home away from home. We use the club several nights a week, once the kids are in bed and the nanny is in charge. Not much has changed in the club over the years, except the membership has grown and we have two locations now. Holly has her hands full, but she runs both locations like the boss she is. Eleven years ago, right out in the main room, we said I do, and we still can’t keep our hands off of each other. I don’t know how we ever get anything done. I just got home from a ten week shoot in India while Logan stayed at home with the kids. All six of them. Thankfully, my parents are on hand to help out and they love the kids, so it all works out. Logan has retired from rugby. He had one too many injuries to his hand and the last time it didn’t heal as well as he would have liked. He coaches the Lions now, so that keeps him happy when I’m not home. When I am home the only that keeps him happy is my pussy. When we are here, we can be whoever we want to be. We’ve been locked in this room for probably three hours now. He’s had me every way possible and still we are showing no signs of stopping. I couldn’t even tell you how many orgasms I’ve had, but it doesn’t matter, because there is always another one right behind it. Always. Right now, his through exploration of my body is driving me insane, but then he moves, and I shiver in anticipation. He drags his cock through my super sensitive wet fold before slamming into me so hard, my body moves six inches up the bed.
“Take my cock, duchess,” my still ridiculously hot husband demands, and I do. By God, do I take his cock. He slides in and out of me, powerfully and I can do nothing but take what he gives me. My pussy clenches around him as I come, he’s seconds behind me. I feel him fill me, though I should probably tell him that I’m twelve weeks pregnant. I spent most of my time in India, sick. I chocked it up to a food and climate change, but that wasn’t it all. He pulls out me and climbs off of me, moving to lie beside me. He pulls me close to him and holds me.
“God, I missed you,” I tell him, running my fingernails over his pecs.
“I missed you too, Patience,” he says, kissing my forehead.
I feel whole again. Being away from the literal other half of you is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I don’t like it, but I do it for my craft. When we come back together, it’s explosive, so it’s best that we aren’t at home.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I say seriously. As strong and independent I am, I could never survive without him and this all-consuming love between us.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you either. A few short weeks a part drives me insane. You can never leave me for good. According to the tabloids, you have one foot out the door with your hot co-star.” I giggle.
“Yeah, right. You’re stuck with me, Logan.” I would never, ever leave this man for anything short of death. He owns me, body and soul.
“Stuck is exactly where I want to be,” he says, kissing me again. We shift, just a little bit and I can feel the hard length of him pressing into my stomach.
“I’m pregnant,” I moan as he hits that spot behind my ear that I love so much.
“I already knew that. I was just waiting for you to tell me.”
“How’d you know?”
“Your pussy tastes even sweeter than it usually does when I’ve bred you. That’s not a taste I’m likely to ever forget.” He says that so matter of factly that I pause my hand that is roaming all over his back.
“You are wicked man, milord. You know that don’t you?”
“Absolutely, milady. We’ve learned everything wicked together over the years, and we’ve put it to such excellently depraved use. Haven’t we?”
“Yes, my love,” I tell him, resuming my exploration of his back, something I’ve done so many times now, but it still feels important. Everything we do together does. He kisses me then and my mind shuts down.
“Ready to learn more?” he rasps, pulling my nipple into his mouth. I moan again, but it was a rhetorical question, so I don’t worry about answering him. Not that I could. He’s deliciously torturing me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Getting brave and visiting the Auxiliary will tantalize you. Hell, it will change you to your very core. In the Auxiliary, even more dark, sexy, sinister, things are possible then in The Pinnacle. Things I’ve never even heard of. We discovered, quite by accident, that we are watchers. We like watching people fuck, though we’d never let anyone watch us. We’re funny like that. We don’t watch often, but we’ve gotten some of the best ideas from it.
The thing the tabloids and most of my fans don’t get is that this isn’t a fake Hollywood marriage. I love my husband more than my next breath. They don’t get that I’ve never wanted another man like I want him.
Need him.
Crave him.
From this life and any life that comes after it, he’s mine.
He moves over me, my thighs spread wide to accommodate him. He slides into me slowly this time, savoring it.
“I love you, Logan,” I moan as he dominates my body yet again. What is this, my tenth, twelfth orgasm? It doesn’t matter. My body feels languid and satisfied.
“I love you too, Patience. Forever,” he rasps into my ear, setting me edge.
I thank God every day that I went to the club when I did. I thank him for bringing me to Logan so that I could be whole. I’ll never take what we have for granted. It can only grow from here.
