Chapter Fifteen

A Happily Ever After

Violet's POV

It was sometimes said that the older you get, the faster time flies by, but here I am, five years older than I was when my Jack was taken back to Arkham, and the past five years have dragged by in a manner that made it feel as though I had been waiting for him to be released for at least twenty years.

I was in the back yard of my new home, our new home, tending to the flower garden that had been established by the elderly couple who had lived in the house for fifty years. There were irises and roses, lilies and tulips, and the newest addition that I had added myself...the violets. It was a fragrant rainbow that greeted me every time I stepped outdoors, and it helped to raise my spirits, that bevy of blossoms that signified newborn life and fresh beginnings.

The house was a remnant of the times following World War Two, when the nation had experienced a boom, a revival of life and of spirit. The previous owners, Mort and Lil, had modernized some things, but in lieu of a dryer there were clothes lines strung outside, and I found that it was a calming experience for me, a homey feeling, to hang my clothes up on the lines. Of course, that was bound to change, once winter arrived.

I would have never even imagined that it would be possible for me to have a home that I held the deed to, but here I was, and the only thing that I needed now was for my Jack to be home so that he could share it with me. I had loved living with the Gordon's and had stayed at their house for three years, but then the need to have a place for all of my family to call home had become an overwhelming desire for me. It was an answered prayer when this tiny house had become available, with a mortgage that I could afford, and a spacious fenced-in yard for Tootsie and her pups.

That's right, I said pups... two to be exact. The little tramp had joined up with the Gordon's next-door neighbor's Welsh corgi...I guess she stood in a ditch so he could reach her goodies...and the next thing I knew her belly was growing. Jinx and Taboo were two little mongrel cutie pies, just as pretty as their momma, and I hoped that Jack wouldn't mind the fact that his house had been overrun by a bunch of bitches.

The little devils had been racing around the yard all morning, grabbing hold of my sheets which were drying on the line and pulling at them with all of their might in an effort to tear them free, followed by pouncing in and out of my laundry basket and having their little tushes patted when they scattered my clothespins from one side of the yard to another.

I had just finished with the flowers and was thinking to myself that a glass of lemonade would be nice when a shadow fell over me, and from what I could see, the dark form belonged to a man. A momentary uneasiness came over me and I searched frantically for a weapon that I might use to defend myself, but then I took notice of my pooches. Taboo and Jinx seemed to be confused, but not frightened, and Tootsie's tail was wagging, and her body was wriggling, a sure sign that our guest was not a stranger, but a trusted friend.

"It should invoke wholesome images in my head, the sight of you bent over those flowers," a voice said, a voice that I knew as well as my own. "But I'll be damned if I'm going to waste this picture by thinking of anything as mundane as wholesome."

I jumped up and nearly lost my balance in my haste to reach him, and thankfully for me...and the flowers...he was quick on his feet and managed to prevent me from pitching backwards into the flowerbed. I have no doubt that my butt would have caused horrific devastation to the blossoms, a tragedy that they'd never recover from.

I was covered in dirt, and no doubt smelled and felt sweaty, but that was the last thing on my mind as he lifted me in his arms, holding me so close that I would swear I heard my back pop, but at that moment I could have cared less. All I cared about was that he was home, for good, and I'd never have to through another day without him.

"Why didn't you call me to let me know that they'd granted you early release?" I asked while I twined my legs around his waist, desperate to have every part of me touching some part of him. "I wasn't expecting you for another week."

"I wanted to surprise you," he answered, reaching his hands down to grasp hold of my backside while simultaneously burying his face in the crook of my neck, breathing in my scent...which had to be less than pleasant...and moaning deep in his throat. "My sweet baby girl," he murmured. "I can't tell you how much I've missed you."

"But if I'd known, I could have had the house ready, with me and the girls spiffed up as opposed to...oomph."

His lips stifled me, a hungry kiss that was in no danger of being interrupted by anyone. There were no prying eyes here...except for the dogs...no chaperone to dictate to us how much affection we could show for one another, and it felt like our first kiss, the same wonderment and discovery, only now it could lead to other wondrous things that weren't hindered by the uneasiness of going too far, too fast.

"You couldn't have made my homecoming more perfect than it is right now," he said, tearing his lips away from mine for just a moment, sounding as breathless as I felt. "Unless you had been willing to meet me naked and covered in chocolate, waiting for me to lick you all over from head to toe, at the front door."

Mmm, yummy...that definitely sounded nice to me, but I'd have to shower first. I thought to myself that it would be a good time for me to put things on hold for a moment and go cleanse myself so that I wouldn't be so self-conscious, but judging by the look on Jack's face it would seem that idea was out of the question.

He carried me over to the spot in the yard where there was a large oak tree and lowered himself to his knees to lay me down onto the cool grass that rested beneath the canopy of the lush branches. He looked over to where Tootsie was sitting with her pups, three sets of curious eyes that were watching us very carefully.

"A little privacy please," he said, and to my shock Tootsie got to her feet and took hold of her offspring's collars, dragging them over to the side of the house where they'd be unable to watch us.

Jack smiled wickedly at me as he lowered his body down on top of mine. "Now then my Dainty," he murmured as he lowered his head to kiss me. "Right here, right now, just the two of us, this is the best "welcome home, Jack" present that you could have ever given me."

Jack's POV

It had been so long since I tasted her, so long since I felt the lushness of her body beneath me, and I knew this first time would end too quickly. Five years without sex was always a frustrating, punishing situation, but once you'd made love to the one, to your soul mate, it was nearly unbearable. Just lying there with her made me nearly lose control over myself. I wanted to tear off her clothes and have her immediately, but reminded myself that it had been five years and that taking things as slowly as was possible would be a good idea.

I knew that she was worried about the fact that she was a little dusty and a little sweaty, but what she didn't realize was that topping all of that was that wonderful smell of woman, of my woman, and it was stimulating to me, almost like the hint of musk that an animal would use to attract her mate.

I took hold of her mouth, kissing her as deeply as I had wanted to during our visits once a year, when I'd had to make due with chaste kisses, the kind one might bestow on their great-aunt Tessie...soulless pecks on the lips that were an insult really when you took into account how much you loved the woman that you were smooching.

I heard her gasp as I tasted her, swirling my tongue into her mouth and taking my time as I kissed her blind and breathless. Her fingers were clinging to my back, digging into the muscles, and the feel of her nails clutching at my flesh raised the bar on my lust, which was already damn near to being off the charts as it was.

I told myself to be gentle while undressing her, but the message kept getting returned back to the sender. I grasped the front of her shirt, thankful for the fact that it was snaps as opposed to buttons that kept her hidden from me, thus making it much easier for me to tear it off of her body.

The bra was a little bit more difficult, but I managed to get it off in record time as well, finally freeing those sweet titties of hers. It was as though it was my first time to see bare breasts, and I couldn't think of anything else at that moment that had ever looked prettier to me than those rosy nipples of hers as a breeze drifted over them, puckering the flesh.

I cupped my hand beneath one breast and latched my mouth onto the nipple, sucking on it and swirling my tongue around its peak, chuckling as Violet stiffened for a moment, and then arched herself against me, rubbing that warm softness that rested between her thighs against my hardened flesh. I moved from the one nipple to the other, my hand stealing down to clutch her through her pants, reacquainting myself with her, the feel of the dampness seeping through her panties into the crotch of her jeans a fond homecoming for me.

I had hoped to prolong this moment for us, our first time together in five long years, but need had taken over the priority of savoring every moment, and I tore at my own shirt, throwing it aside and groaning as she wriggled beneath me to latch her mouth onto my nipple. I was able to withstand that sweet torment for a few moments and then I was fumbling with the closures on her pants, loosening them after I forced myself to calm down a little and removed them quickly, along with her dampened panties, and threw them in the same direction that I'd tossed my shirt.

It was fortunate that the grass was thick and hopefully soft beneath her. I didn't want her to be uncomfortable, but I also couldn't stop at that moment. It was also lucky for me that there was a fence all around the yard that afforded us some privacy, because I wanted her right then, right there, and didn't want to interrupt the moment by carrying her into the house.

The last barrier between us was my pants and I solved that problem quickly, pushing them down until they were out of my way, and then I kissed my Dainty once more, my hand sliding between her legs just as it had done so many times before, my finger gliding into the wetness that had collected for me.

Her magic little button was engorged, a testament to her arousal, and I brushed my fingertip across it, stopping to gently rub it until Violet was whimpering, thrashing around beneath me, and not stopping until she was muffling her scream of release against my shoulder. I knew that my performance during the main event would more than likely end before I would prefer it to, so I was determined to give her at least one orgasm beforehand, and had succeeded in that endeavor.

It would have been the gentlemanly thing to prolong the foreplay, but I wasn't exactly back to that state of mind just yet, and I also knew that it would be the preferable action to encase myself in a prophylactic safety device, but to hell with that. I had waited five years for this moment, and I'd be damned if there was going to be any kind of barricades between me and that sweet warm silkiness that was waiting for me between my Dainty's thighs. I had also had some time to think on things while I was locked away, and had decided that there was a very important question that I needed to ask my baby girl, when the time was right, and the idea of rug rats had ceased to be quite as frightening as they were at one time, in fact they now seemed to be an important piece of the puzzle. Who would have ever thought that a guy like me would long for domestic bliss, huh?

"Jack, are you okay?"

Her question made me aware that I'd just stopped what I was doing while I was thinking, and I hoped that she wasn't misreading that as hesitance or uncertainty. "Yeah, baby," I answered, leaning down to kiss her. "I'm better than ever."

I was trembling as I placed the head of my cock against her center, feeling for just a moment like this was my first time, I was that nervous, but the sensation passed by quickly, thank God, and I rubbed myself against her, collecting a liberal amount of the dew that had formed within her and had flowed outward to bead along the edge of her swollen lips.

I had to bite down hard on my lip to keep myself under control as I started to slip inside of her warmth. I hadn't forgotten how she felt wrapped around me, how tight and how soft she was, but it had been a rare occasion when I'd visited her without a rubber barrier separating our flesh from one another, therefore it seemed like it was the first time that I'd ever been there.

I noticed that she was wincing and holding her breath as I slipped further inside of her, and it dawned on me that it was uncomfortable for her, and realized that she probably felt kind of virginal as well, after five years of celibacy. "Are you going to be alright, Dainty?" I whispered, hoping that she would say yes so that I could continue, and felt guilty for acting so selfishly.

"I'll be fine, Sweetie," she answered, twining her legs around my waist. "Please, don't stop."

That would have been nearly impossible for me, at that point, and I continued to slide into her, not stopping until I was sheathed to the hilt. She still look like she was in pain though, and I tried to be gentle as I began to move, gritting my teeth and biting down hard on my lip as I moved within her, again and again, reaching my hands beneath her body to take her ass into my hands as I quickened my pace.

That had the effect that I'd been hoping for, the rearrangement of her body so that I was hitting the sweet spots with each thrust, and it wasn't long before her eyes lost that pained look and took on her arousal, her growing need for release showing through to me as I pounded into her.

I could feel that she was almost there, seconds away from the moment, and I struggled with control over my own raging need, intent on the task at hand, and my self-control paid off as those eyes that had been pleading with me lost their focus, her hands gripping my back, nails biting deep into my flesh, her heels gripped against the back of my thighs as her climax seized control of her.

I held on long enough to witness each wave that hit her, long enough to muffle her screams, long enough to tell her that I loved her before my own moment arrived, and then she was the one watching me, quieting me, saying that she loved me. It had been amazing, just as I had known it would be, and I lay on top of her, savoring the feel of her body where I'd wanted it to be for so long, knowing that I was making it difficult for her to breathe, but not finding the strength to move either.

We lost ourselves in kissing one another, you know, those long, soft post-orgasm kisses that make the final shivers and tingles course through you. I was real comfortable there, content to lay there for hours, but all of the sudden I felt something very cold, and very wet touch my calf, followed by something wet and warm.

I turned around to see one puppy, followed closely by the other, staring at my calf in a manner that said that the calf was only their first stop, and considering the fact that I was bare-assed naked, I wasn't keen on waiting around to see what they'd lick next. I'll admit that I have a somewhat depraved mind, but I drew the line at bestiality...it's just not my cup of tea.

Violet raised herself up on her elbows to see what I was looking at and giggled when she saw the furry duo. "That one just licked me," I said. "She waited until I was distracted and had let my guard down and then she licked me."

"Oh Jack, don't be so silly," she answered, continuing to giggle at me. "That just means that she likes you."

Well, Dainty wasn't going to be any help whatsoever, but thankfully Tootsie came to my rescue, gathering both pups by their collars to lead them back over to the other side of the house. I would have been willing to swear that the look she gave me at that moment was one of apology, and I decided that she could use a good scratching behind her ears later on.

It was so good to be home, to be back where I belonged, and I wondered if it was humanly possible for a man to be happier in his life then I was at that moment.

Five Years Later

They were exploring in the backyard, looking for hidden treasure. The father had drawn a map, complete with an X to mark the burial site, but he had left it in the pocket of his pants and it had become a victim of the elements that were found within a washing machine. He had reassured the children that it would be just fine, that he had a photographic memory, and besides which, it wasn't buried treasure if you didn't have to dig around in several spots to find it.

Owen was three years old, and a spitting image of his daddy. He crouched on the ground, his tongue curling out of the side of his mouth as he struggled to stick his tiny trowel into the ground, certain that the perfect hiding place for hidden booty would be in his mother's flower garden. His father should have stopped him from this task, but his daddy was too concentrated on his own digging to pay any attention to the boy.

Lily was three years old as well, and though she'd shared a womb with her brother for nine months, and was seven minutes younger than him, she had nearly nothing in common with him, and seemed to think that it was her duty in life to tell him exactly what to do, where he should do it, and what would be the ideal moment for him to carry through with her demands. It was uncanny to the father just how much his little girl resembled her mother, including a temper that was downright scary when provoked.

"Momma's gonna hit the roof when she sees what you've done, you little brat," she said to her brother, her sh's sounding like th's.

"Don't call me a brat, you boogerhead," her brother answered, catching the attention of his father and of the three pooches who made it their priority to watch over the family.

The father stepped between the children right before fists flew, and was aided by the dogs Taboo and Jinx, each taking hold of the seats of one child's pants and dragging them away while Tootsie softly chuffed her disapproval to each of them.

"Thanks, girls," the father said, kneeling between his children and affording them each the sternest look that he was capable of producing, which was actually pretty weak. He hated to chastise his babies, and he would have rather slit his own throat than to lay a hand on them in any way other than loving. But he was a good enough father to know that there had to be rules, although he was inclined to believe that his wife was a little too strict with them.

"What did Daddy say about calling people names?" he asked, placing an arm around each child.

"That it was naughty," his son answered. "That it was mean," his daughter said.

"It's both of those things," their father answered, leaning up to kiss them each on the cheek. "Little Man, try to avoid your momma's flowers okay? She works really hard to keep them pretty. And you Snuggle Bug," he said, addressing his little girl. "Try not to be so bossy, okay? You were right about keeping Brother out of the flowers, but you should bring it to me in the future."

They both nodded and gave him a hug, before running off to play with their doggies. They were good kids, damn good kids. He shielded his eyes from the sun and turned to see his Dainty watching him with a smile on her face, her hand rubbing over the tiny swell beneath her shirt. There was going to be another mouth to feed, and they had long ago outgrown their tiny house, but that didn't concern him. Life was good, bound to get better, and he couldn't ask for anything more.

The End