2 years later...

Holden's POV

"Sierra." I grunt, hand flying to fist in her hair. I can't help being rough but I don't think she minds.

She grins and her dimples immediately poke through. They're the cutest fucking dimples but there's nothing cute about my wife right now—not when she takes my cock into her pretty little mouth and moans in the back of her throat. That's fuck hot.

Her dainty hand wraps around the base of me and my cock pulses, grows stiffer when her fingers tighten and squeeze. I grab the bedsheets when she takes me in deeper and I feel the head of me hitting her throat. She sucks hard and it's so fucking good that I can't keep my eyes open. They pinch shut at the sensation of her tongue running under the head of my dick, right before her lips pepper daunting kisses on the tip. Such a goddamn tease.

"No more," I tell her with a rasp. "Or this'll be over before it starts."

"Already?" She pops up excitedly when she gets to her feet. "I think that's my fastest time yet. Man, I'm good."

I can't help but shake my head at her. One second she's blowing me and making me lose my mind and the next I'm trying my best not to laugh. I'm an uptight motherfucker and I need Sierra's easy-going nature to stay sane. I need her, all the fucking time. Including now.

"Strip down," I order. "Then come put your pussy on my face."

A flush starts spreading across her cheeks and she nibbles her lips. Her eyes stay locked onto mine while she gets rid of her clothes. I'm completely hypnotized by the time she discards her panties and stands naked in front of me. Fucking hell, she's perfect. Outrageous tits, round hips, and thighs that are so goddamn soft they're practically begging for my mouth. She still struggles with her body image and I know it'll always be a part of her but I don't care. I'll remind her a thousand fucking times that she's everything in my eyes. I wouldn't change one goddamn inch of her.

I lean back on my elbows and lick my lips slowly, drawing her attention to them. "Right here, baby. Let me taste you."

Her nipples visibly grow harder at my words. Fuck, I need to taste them too. She sets her knees on the mattress and crawls on them to me until her pussy is an inch from my mouth. I look up at her through hooded eyes, a lazy grin spreading across my face at how red she is. I love that she always feels just a little bit shy every time we do this. I love how I know that in a moment, she won't feel shy at all.

"Spread yourself for me," I murmur.

"Bossy," She whispers, blushing harder but doing as I say.

Her hand snakes down her body and she uses her forefinger and middle finger to spread herself apart, showing me what I'm about to take. My chest rumbles deeply from the noise I make in the back of my throat. She's wet as fuck, so slick and swollen and ready for me. I haven't even touched her yet and she's on the brink of falling apart.

I bring my mouth forward the rest of the way, tongue darting out to lick her in one upward stroke. My lips wrap around her clit and I graze it with my teeth to edge her on. She whimpers just as her hands thread through my hair to grip me in place. She always makes a mess of my hair when I fuck her pussy, whether it's with my hands or tongue or cock. I can't stand being a mess but this is the one thing I'd always allow. This is the only mess that brings me satisfaction because nothing, fucking nothing, compares to making my wife come. The messier, the fucking better.

I slide my mouth back down to nudge my tongue inside of her. Her pussy immediately clamps the muscle and I have to use more force so I can move it in and out of her. Every time I draw my tongue out the taste of her fills me and my cock stiffens painfully. I need relief but not yet. I don't come until Sierra does.

"Holden." She moans and starts rocking her hips into my face. It's a lot tougher to fuck her with my tongue when I'm smiling but I can't help it. The shyness is all gone like I knew it'd be. "Oh God, I'm getting close."

"I know." I take my tongue out of her and use the flat of it to lick up again. Fuck, she's so hot and wet. "Want my fingers?"

She audibly gasps when I suck her clit into my mouth. The bundle pulses and quivers and I can't resist biting it lightly. Sierra cries out and digs her hands into my scalp, rocking harder.

"Yes," She begs, breathless. "I want your fingers. And I want your mouth exactly where it is."

I chuckle against her, earning another whimper. "That's my girl."

She knows by now that I like verbal instruction. I've eaten Sierra out enough times to know just what she wants and how she wants it, but I'd never do the best possible job if she didn't tell me exactly what she wanted each time. I guess that's what happens when you're such a goddamn perfectionist.

I lift a hand and blindly find her entrance, dipping two fingers into the nook and feeling it give way to her tight channel. She clamps around me, all swollen and slippery and plush. I feel around for the most engorged part of her until I find it and press the pads of my fingers on the small bump, fingering her G-spot.

"Oh my God!" She curls over and I have to wrap an arm around her waist so she doesn't fall. Keeping my fingers inside of her and my mouth on her, I lie back and take her with me until I'm lying down and she's straddling my face. Her thighs tighten around her head and she rocks faster, fucking my mouth so good. "Holden. I'm going to come. Please."

Her walls pulse around me and I move my fingers faster, curling and uncurling in a "come here" gesture so I hit her G-spot each time. The tip of my tongue traces circles around her clit and she digs her hips into my face, her silent demand for more pressure. I extend my thumb so I can press down on the bundle and that's when the last of her restraint breaks, a scream erupting from her. Her walls contract around my fingers rapidly and her wetness trickles down my mouth. She's practically soaking my face, that's how hard she comes. I take my fingers out of her so I can get as much of her taste as possible and groan in a approval. So fucking sweet and perfect. I'll never get tired of doing this to her.

I feel her sag into me when the last of her tremors fade away and I roll us over so that she's pinned beneath me. While she finishes catching her breath, I undo the buttons of my shirt and pull it off my shoulders. My pants and boxers are pulled down just enough to free my cock from Sierra's haste when she all but shoved me in the room earlier so I pull them down the rest of the way and step out of them. I grip my cock in my hands and squeeze hard to try and get the pulsing under control.

"Think we have time?" She asks, still out of breath. "I was only planning on stealing you away long enough to suck you off."

"You knew good and well I'd fuck you if you tried." I call out her lie and she presses her lips together to contain her guilty smile. "But I'm not complaining."

"Everyone will notice we've been gone a while."

"They probably already have. No sense in missing an opportunity to fuck."

"Sounds reasonable." She grins.

I grab the underside of her knees and spread her legs apart. I use one hand to angle my cock to her entrance and then push into her with one swift thrust.

Both of us groan. Her back arches upward and I can't resist lowering my head for a taste. I take her nipple into my mouth and suck on the hard little thing as I start moving in and out of her. Her pussy tightens around me every time the head of me hits the deepest part of her and it sends fucking electricity down my spine. There's no way I can make this last long so I need to get her to the edge fast. I take her other tit in my head and knead, using my thumb and forefinger to roll her nipple in tight circles. My tongue flicks the nipple in my mouth because I know how sensitive they are and I can feel the inside of her become wetter and hotter.

Each thrust I give her makes lewd and wet noises, a testament to how turned on she is. Her tight heat takes me so compliantly that I can't help but quicken my pace. I start pounding into her and I squeeze her tits harder to keep them in place from bouncing. Sierra spreads her legs wider, arches off the bed higher, moans and chants louder. She's losing control fast enough that I know she'll fall apart with me.

"Fuck," I growl against her skin and kiss my way up. I suck on her neck and she turns her head to the side to give me more. "I can feel your pussy getting tighter. You coming again, baby?"

"Yes," She moans. "Oh God, Holden. Harder."

Fuck me. I grip her hips and slam into her, putting more force into my thrusts. I keep my pace as it is because she'll lose her orgasm if I go any faster. But I fuck her hard, and it strains my cock with the effort of not letting myself come. I won't until I feel Sierra pulse in warning around me.

"Like that?" I whisper in her ear.

She nods, whimpering. "Just like that."

I grab the nape of her neck and turn her face toward mine, meeting her lips. She opens for me immediately and I slip my tongue into her mouth, taking her lips between mine. I kiss her as hard as I fuck her and her resounding moans are muffled into my mouth. My hand slides around to the front of her neck and I grab lightly, my fingers squeezing. I love kissing her while we fuck. Her mouth is so fucking soft and sweet and she always kisses me like it's her favourite thing in the world to do. My chest pulses and thunders in response.

Her legs go around my torso and lock at my back and I know it's to ground herself. I know she's just at the brink of orgasm so I reach between us and blindly find her clit, taking the swollen bud between my fingers and rolling it. I slam into her as deep as I can and tug her clit hard enough that she squeezes me with a deathly grip. Her walls pulsate and then she's coming all over my cock. I let go at the same time and my cum shoots into her with quick and hot spurts. She cries into my mouth and I groan into hers and we're barely muffling each other. She clutches my biceps and trembles in my arms that I wrap around her to hold her against me. Shocks burst at my knees so intensely that I can't help giving up my body weight and falling on top of her. I'm too far gone to move myself but I don't think she minds because her arms come around my torso and she digs her fingers into my back, clawing and keeping me in place.

I don't know how long we stay like that but it's long after we've both stopped shaking. I pant into her neck to try and catch my breath and she strokes my hair softly. Every time is better than the last and reminds me of how lucky I am. Every fucking time.

I kiss the underside of her jaw and murmur, "I love you."

"I love you too," She whispers back and I feel her smile against my forehead.

I lift my head up to kiss her lips this time, cupping her face and tilting it so I can take her softly. She sighs into my mouth and moves her hands up and down my back, soothing the skin she agitated. I kiss her and I kiss her because I can't stop and I don't want to. She laughs and has to push at my chest until I release her.

"We better go before we piss off the birthday girl," She reminds me.

The thought alone makes me wince. "She's going to kick my ass, isn't she?"

"Wuss."

"She's scary when she's mad," I defend myself and Sierra laughs again, rolling away from me.

We both get dressed quickly. I re-comb my hair and Sierra reapplies her makeup. It's not the most decent job but it'll have to do. Right before she can grab the knob to our bedroom door I grab her waist and pull her back to my chest.  I grip her face and turn it over her shoulder so I can kiss her and she doesn't hesitate, wrapping an arm around my neck and kissing me back. Fuck, I can't keep my hands off her. Or my mouth. Or my dick. Fuck, I want to go again.

"No way," She mumbles against my lips, reading my mind. Then again it's pretty obvious because I'm using my other hand to cup her between her legs and stroke her. "If we're any later then you'll have to deal with her on your own."

Evil woman. I scowl and release her. She knows I'd never stand a chance. She snickers in victory and leaves the room and I follow her outside to the backyard where everyone is gathered.

"Look who decided to show up." Harper crosses her arms, spotting us first. "You have some explaining to do."

Sierra and I exchange a glance. Her brows go up in a silent I told you so. I scratch the back of my neck guiltily.

"On a scale of one to ten, how mad?" I ask reluctantly.

Harper points and I follow her line of vision, wincing at what I see. Shit. I'm in for it.

My daughter crawls over to me with a severely pissed off expression. She might have Sierra's hair and dimples but she has my dark eyes and constantly scowling mouth. She's a bizarre mixture of cute and scary. A little Satan, alright.

She stops at my feet and grabs my legs to help herself stand up, frowning up at me. "Dada."

"Hi, Charlotte." I wince again. "We didn't mean to be gone so long, baby."

Her eyebrows pull in, frown intensifying. "Dada."

"She's cussing you off in baby," Sierra points out. Fuck, I've got some grovelling to do.

"Daddy's sorry." I reach down to pick her up, kissing her chubby cheek. Not a single smile. This kid has the icy Rey genes without a doubt. "Come on, baby. We're going to cut the cake and open your presents and then Daddy will watch Frozen with you. Again."

She finally breaks out into a grin at the sound of her favourite movie. It haunts my goddamn dreams. I fucking swear I go to sleep with Let It Go playing in my mind, that's how many times I've watched it.

She cheers and smushes my face. And that's exactly why I watch that damn movie ten times a day. That smile, right there.

Sierra's not so stealthily hiding a snicker behind her fist. "Dude. She has you wrapped around her finger."

I cut her a dry look. She's not wrong. My daughter is a complete daddy's girl and I spoil her every waking moment. It's why there's currently a twelve-feet bouncy house that looks like Elsa's castle and a real-life Elsa I hired to entertain the kids. But Sierra is just as bad. The dessert table looks like a Frozen massacre with Olaf cupcakes and a three-tier Elsa cake that she spent a week making. Sierra's mom spent the whole month hand-making a custom Elsa dress that Charlotte is encased in. It's a little much for her first birthday but she only gets it once, right?

"Can we steal the kid?" Dani appears with her daughter on her hip. Della is only a couple of months older than Charlotte. She's a mini-Iris, who carried her. "Mine is tired of me and she wants her best friend."

"Sure."

I kiss Charlotte's cheek again and hand her to Sierra, who smacks kisses all over her until our daughter is out of breath from laughter. Then she sets her on the ground and Charlotte takes Dani's finger, the three of them heading for the bouncy castle.

"Is that Mom and Dad?" Sierra chokes on her spit at the image of what is, in fact, her parents jumping in the bouncy house. I press my mouth together to stop my laughter. "They're going to break it! What the hell is the matter with them?"

"Get over yourself," I murmur and wrap my arms around her, setting my chin on her shoulder. "As soon as everyone leaves you're going to make a break for it."

"How dare you?" She grins, not denying it. I nip her jaw.

"Email it to me by tonight, no later than ten."

We both turn at the sound of Mason walking over to us, speaking in his earpiece. Ever since I had Charlotte, he's taken nearly the entire load of Rey Enterprises so I can spend more time with her. I know he doesn't mind. He's worse than me in that regard. He's come a long way from the kid that used to sneak into my bed every night and sleep with me because he missed Mom and Dad. They've finally settled down back home in Minnesota and I'm trying to give them a second chance. I have Charlotte now and I can't help but think how much it would fucking hurt if I didn't have a relationship with her in the future. We stick to phone calls mostly but it's a work in progress. Mason flat out refuses to even acknowledge them but I don't push him to do more. He had even fewer years with them than I did so his pain is different from mine.

"Closed the deal with O'Hare. He's signing his contract today." He tells me once he's in earshot. His flat gaze flicks between Sierra and I. "You smell like sex."

Jesus, we need to work on his filter. Sierra's mouth drops and I know he's in for it. "Mase! Really, have some manners!"

A brief flicker of amusement flashes across his eyes before just as quickly disappearing. He loves riling Sierra up. Though he'll never say it aloud, he loves her. Sierra is the only mother-figure he's ever had.

"I have a meeting in another hour but I don't want to leave before Charlie cuts her cake," He says in all seriousness. He's the only one who calls her that, and Charlotte is the only person he shows even a semblance of affection to.

"We'll do it now," Sierra assures him and he nods in thanks.

No matter how small, my wife wouldn't ever let him down. I'm pretty sure she loves Mase more than me sometimes but it's one of the things that makes me love her even more. I can't believe she spent so fucking long doubting that when I've loved her nearly my whole life.

Mase gets another call and he walks away again, speaking into the earpiece. Sierra sighs and lean backs against me, the both of us watching our daughter giggle while Harper spins her around in circles. Sawyer watches, goddamn awestruck. I'm pretty sure he's seconds away from putting a baby in her too. The stupid fuck spent months denying his feelings for her and it hurt my head having to hear about it everyday at the office.

"Look at how cute she is." Sierra pouts. "We're going to make another, right? I want more tiny devils."

Fuck yeah, I'm on board with that. I never thought I'd be the kind of guy who wanted kids but Sierra made me believe in family again. I want the biggest fucking family I can have as long as it's with her.

"Let's hope the round we just had did the job."

"And if it didn't?"

I smirk. "You know I'm a perfectionist, baby. I did too good a job."

"Fucking Satan," She mutters and I laugh. As much as we love each other now we constantly give each other shit and that's probably the best part about us. She reminds me to have fun and take things easy.

"Holden?"

"Yeah, Shortcake?"

"Can I make a break for it now? That stupid castle is totally calling my name."

I chuckle and tighten my arms around her. "Only if you take me with you."

She looks over at me with a dimpled smile, that same damn smile that made me fall in love with her when I was nine-years-old. Fucking nine. "Because when I run, you run?"

"Every time."

THE END
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