Page 89 of Wanting What’s Wrong

Epilogue

Jenna

T wo years later

The shop’s closed for lunch like it is every day when Cal and I work together, the CLOSED sign swinging lazily in the window.

It’s quiet. Peaceful. Our one-year-old Emily is asleep in her crib in the back office, the monitor sitting on the counter next to the register, her soft little breathing mixing with the filthy sounds Cal and I are making.

I’m perched on Cal’s lap behind the counter, moaning. He has one hand on my belly where our second baby kicks, his mouth latched on tight to my left breast as he finger fucks me under my skirt.

“Spread your fucking legs,” he mumbles. “Put your foot up on that shelf, I want in this sloppy little cunt deep. I want my knuckles banging on that pubic bone. Spread, now.”

“I’m leaking all over the register,” I pant, lifting my foot to secure it on the shelf under the counter, widening my knees while holding the weight of my other breast as his hand makes sloppy slapping sounds moving in and out of my other dripping body part.

“Suck your tit. Feed yourself while you feed me. Get that nipple in your mouth.”

I groan as I bend my head down, the back of my neck straining as I push the weight of my breast upward, the milk spraying over my nose in a tickling pre-emptive strike as I latch onto myself and start to suck.

I’m bombarded with sensations. Cal drawing on me, my nipple practically tickling his tonsils as he latches on so hard, his fingers working my pussy, thumb grinding circles on my clit, and my own lips around my areola, pulling the warm sweet milk over my tongue.

It tastes so good. I understand why babies and Cal are so greedy about it. It’s true liquid gold, as he always tells me.

The world has adjusted to our relationship for the most part. Small towns are gossip farms and as if our age difference wasn’t enough, the fact that Cal was married to my mother makes it fodder for the old bitties of the town to scowl as we walk by.

Cal doesn’t care. When anyone stares, he grabs my ass or my tit, lifting me up to carry me facing him down the street with his tongue down my throat. You love who you love, as he says, and I love him more than I knew was possible.

My neck starts to ache from the angle as the orgasm builds from Cal’s fingers. He knows me so well, he pops off one nipple, nudging me away from the other one where I’m latched on with the side of his head.

“Come, baby. I love how hard you squirt when you come for me. From both places.”

He switches sides, tugging my nipple into his mouth and groaning again when a fresh stream hits his tongue, releasing for a breath as I arch my neck back, looking up at the ceiling fan doing lazy turns above.

“Fuck, baby. It just gets sweeter every time. I’m going eat your pussy out after. Then you’re going to pour some of your pumped milk on your cunt while I’m licking you. I want that sweet on sweet.”

He draws down again and that tingling let down hits every time as he takes that deep first draw.

I’m squirming on his lap, desperate for more. I know how hard he is, I feel every inch of him pressing into my ass.

He adds another finger to my pussy and the pad of his thumb strums hard, back and forth over my swollen clit.

I’m bucking and twisting, the orgasm gathering in the backs of my legs then shooting up and outward, sending curse words from my lips as Cal’s teeth pinch at my nipple, sending shockwaves through my nervous system.

“Daddy!” I scream, so loud I’m sure they can hear me down at the courthouse.

White light sprinkles behind my closed lids as my toes curl. Cal’s mouth moves again, adding teeth to the side of my breast, and this time all I can think about is how soon he’s gonna bend me over the ammo cabinet and fuck me with the scent of milk and my pussy filling the air of the shop.

Cal noticed an uptick in sales since I came here. He’s kicked out more than a handful of male customers for putting their eyes on me, and even sent poor Dick Brunner to the hospital with a dislocated jaw for calling me ‘sugar’.

The world bleeds into softness around the edges of my vision as the orgasm ebbs. Cal’s massive hand cups the back of my head, pulling me down into a milky kiss, sharing the last draw from my breast as has become our tradition.

But then there’s a knock on the glass from the front of the shop and I startle, pulling my shirt over my exposed breasts, Cal’s fingers still stuffed into my pulsing opening .

“Relax,” he murmurs. “It’s your sister.”

Sure enough, Renae is standing at the window, waving with a smirk.

Cal pushes a button under the counter, unlocking the door and buzzing her in.

She walks in carrying her new baby boy in a camo sling on her chest, looking annoyingly gorgeous for someone who also got no sleep. Seems her newest addition is more voracious than Morgan was.

She smirks at us. “Tell me you’re not feeding him again.”

“Don’t start,” I say, flushing but not bothering to finish buttoning up.

Cal wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and lifts his chin. “Hey, if she’s makin’ it, I’m takin’ it.”

Renae rolls her eyes.

“Where’s Morgan?” I ask, my heart always aching a little when I don’t get to see her.

“With Randy. She was all about getting ice cream at the park. They’ll come along in a bit, I’m sure. Anyway, I brought more lactation bars from my newest batch. And the infant diapers my big boy has already outgrown.”

She met her now husband about eight months after she went overseas.

They were working together as air traffic controllers.

High stress meets hot mess she said. He’s ten years older and treats her like a queen and Morgan like his own.

She found her happiness and everything just feels like a fairy tale all around.

“Did you have any luck finding Mom?” I ask, but she shakes her head.

“No, and I’m not going to put any more effort into it. She’ll find us when she wants something.”

A few months back, a bounty hunter contacted me asking if I knew where she was.

We’ve had little contact since Cal made a visit to her house just after I came here.

I’m not sure all that went on, but he came home quieter than usual saying until she made amends and proved she could stay clean, there was a no contact order in place.

I had asked if Roger was still at the house when he came back and he just gave me this look. All he said was Roger took a trip and there was something in the way he said it, I knew not to ask for details.

It hurt not having contact with mom, but I also knew it was the right thing.

About a month ago, we saw in the local news there was a court case, some drug charge or something, and she skipped bail.

Renae took it on herself to at least check she was okay, but when Mom doesn’t want to be found, she can really disappear.

Renae comes to the counter, pretending not to notice Cal’s hand under my skirt while she glances at my belly. “You’re getting huge, little sis.”

“Thanks. I guess.”

“She’s getting fucking more beautiful every day. I love huge. I want her big as a fucking house.”

Renae chuckles. “She barely reaches your chest and for her, huge is most people’s goal weight.”

It’s true. I eat everything, but besides my butt and hips taking on a couple more inches, Cal still carries me around like a toddler. Our size difference is another small-town gossip topic.

Let ‘em talk. I see how the women of this town look at my husband. When I see them staring, I put my hands up like a toddler. He picks me up, and I stick my tongue out, wrapping myself around his massive body, knowing this man will never let me fall.

She sits down and quiets for a beat as she rocks softly back and forth, her arms wrapped under the camo bundle of baby. “I never did say thank you. For those months. For what you did.”

I stiffen, reaching out and brushing my fingertips along the small visible area of baby head peeking out from the fabric, brushing the single tuft of dark hair.

Cal’s fingers slip out of me trying to be discreet, his hand coming to rest on my knee as his other arm slides around my waist, giving me that sense of security he somehow knows I need right now.

I meet my sister’s eyes. “I wasn’t sure if you ever knew…”

“I knew. Morgan practically kept pulling my shirt off,” she says softly. “And I’m so grateful you took care of her like she was your own. You were her mom when I couldn’t be. And I’ll never forget that.”

Tears sting my eyes. Hormones. Gratitude. Love.

Then Cal shifts under me, his hard-on still hard, and I know it’s gotta be uncomfortable as hell.

“I thank you, too,” he says, kissing my shoulder and clearing his throat. “The day you dropped her off at my place all swollen and desperate. Changed my fucking life.”

Renae wipes her eyes, putting her hand over mine on Damon’s head. “Alright. Go do your filthy stuff. I can see I’m interrupting. I’ll go to the park.”

I give her a sheepish grin, wanting to get fucked as badly as I know Cal wants to fuck me right now.

“Come to the ranch for dinner, okay? Granny wants to see the new baby.”

“Got it. You cooking?” She screws up her face, darting her eyes to Cal.

“No, she’s not fucking cooking.” He says, “The only thing she knows how to make is milk. I’ll grill steaks, make some roasted red skins, some veggies from the garden. Now, get out. We only have fifteen minutes before we have to put the open sign back on.”

Renae leaves with a wave, Cal buzzing her back out then lifting me from his lap as he stands, mounting me against his chest as I lock my legs around his back .

“Now, let Daddy show you how good he is at weapon maintenance.”

He stomps through the swinging saloon style doors, their hinges screaming as they flap back and forth. I know where he’s headed, and my heart starts to speed as my pussy clenches.

Lowering me to the floor, he points to the desk, leaning into the other office for a second to look at Emily, then pulls the door shut.