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Happily Ever After

“And the rest is happily ever after.” – Jennifer Echols

[Four years later]

“Can you pass me that white blouse?” I shouted from the bathroom, applying a coat of mascara to my eyelashes.


A few moments later, Ethan stepped into the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers and holding a hanger with my blouse on it. “I’d much rather help you take it off.” He smirked condescendingly which only makes me glare at him harder through the bathroom mirror.

“And I’d much rather you fuck off.” I smiled sweetly, screwing the cap back on the tube of mascara and shoving it into my make-up bag.

Slipping the blouse over my head – careful not to smear my make-up – I looked up at Ethan. “Well – how do I look?”

I unfortunately had not been able to shed some of the extra baby weight I put on – fifteen founds to be precise – after pushing four little monsters out of my vagina. And don’t even get me started on the stretch marks. Ethan on the other hand looked just as sexy as he did when I first met him, only older and slightly more mature. Emphasis on the slightly.

His green eyes continued to study mine for a moment before replying, “Sexy as always.” Ethan said with finality as his eyes roamed my body. Rolling my eyes, I brushed past him as I went in search of a pair of heels to pair with the black pants and white blouse I decided to wear today.

It would be my first time back at work since I had the twins, and to say I was nervous would be an understatement. I wasn’t going back to the same position I had back then – if fact, I was going back to a much lower position – but I needed something to get me out of the house.

Seven years and four kids later, I was willing to be a barista at Starbucks for less than minimum wage if it meant I could get out of the house and away from the constant bickering.

Mom, Asher took my toys.

Charlotte, you can’t play with us.

Charlotte, go away.


Parker and Asher are being mean to me!

River, it’s my turn on the XBox.

“Come here,” Ethan said, pulling me into his arms and nuzzling his way into the nape of my neck. “You’ll be fine. They’re lucky to have you back.”

I playfully rolled my eyes as I tilted my head to look up at him. “You’re still mad I didn’t agree to come work for you, aren’t you?”

“No.” He snorted, bending to capture my lips with his. When he pulled back, his lips curled up in a small smirk. “Although the offer does still stand.”

“Not happening!” I scoffed, pulling out of his embrace. “Now leave so I can finish getting ready.”

Ten minutes later when I walked into the kitchen, I almost dropped my phone at the scene in front of me. My daughter – my sweet angelic daughter – was standing up on a chair to match her older brother’s height as she poured a bowl of cereal over his head.

Asher, who had been asleep at the table, jolted awake and wildly scanned the room. When his eyes landed on Charlotte’s giggling face, he darted towards her.


“What?” He asked, jogging down the stairs – now fully clothed. When he came to a halt next to me, his eyes landing on Asher’s wet hair and him chasing Charlotte around the kitchen, he burst out laughing.

A deep, heartfelt laugh.

“This isn’t funny!” I smacked his shoulder as I rushed to get between Asher and Charlotte. “Stop it – both of you!” I scolded.

“Asher, go take a shower.” I pointed upstairs before turning my attention to Charlotte. “And you missy, that is not nice! Why would you do that to him?”

“I’m sorry mommy,” She looked up at me with her big chocolate brown eyes and I instantly felt my anger dimmish. “But he had it coming.” And never mind, I thought as I gaped at her.

She definitely gots this attitude from her father, not me.

“Charlotte.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache already creeping in and it wasn’t even 9 AM yet. “Go to your room. You do not dump cereal on your brother. Ever!”

Charlotte nodded, before turning on her heel running upstairs. “Hi daddy.” She giggled as she went past Ethan, completely unbothered by anything I just said to her.

“Hi baby,” Ethan ruffled her hair before returning his gaze back to me – only to be met with my glare.

“She acts like this because of you.” I gave him a pointed look, reaching for the freshly brewed coffee.

“No she doesn’t.” Ethan laughed, leaning against the counter. “She’s the splitting image of you – both looks and attitude.”

“I never dumped cereal over Zoey’s head because she had it coming.” I said incredulously, twisting my head to glare at him.

“But you have done other things to your sister.” He retorted, amusement lacing his voice. “Should we call her and ask her? Maybe she can give Charlotte a few more ideas on how to torment her brothers.”


“That’s what I thought.” Ethan chuckled, and from the corner of my eye I saw him shaking his head.

After a quick breakfast, I set the plate in the sink and walked over to where my purse was dangling off the back of one of the kitchen stools. “Don’t forget about Charlotte’s karate lesson at four today.” I reminded Ethan for the fifth time that morning.

We had tried ballet lessons when Charlotte turned three, but after she kicked one of the other kids in the face intentionally... Well, let’s just say that Ethan had to get his checkbook out and we were never allowed back at the studio again.

“McKenzie.” Ethan rolled his eyes, lifting his elbows onto the granite counter. “We’ll be fine – the kids will be fine.”

“It’s not the kids I’m worried about.” I pinned him with a glare. Ethan had agreed to take a short sabbatical from work to help transition the kids to me going back to work part-time. At the end of the day, I knew the kids would be fine. It was Ethan I was worried about. He’d never been alone with all four of them for more than a couple of hours.

I can only imagine the shit show I’ll be coming home to later tonight, I grimaced as I swung my purse over my shoulder.

“You could always just not go back to work.” Ethan shrugged, keeping his gaze trained on me. “It’s not like we need the extra income.”

Extending my hand out I smacked him upside the head before raising on my tip-toes and quickly pecking his lips. “I’ll try to be home around six!”


“Martini, please.” I motioned to the bartender, taking a seat in one of the empty stools at the bar. My eyes scanned the dimly lit room as I waited for my drink. The bar was crowded and the music was loud – a heavy beat and not much else booming through the loudspeakers.

Despite it being just past six on a Friday night, it seemed like the crowd at the bar was well into being tipsy. Never underestimate the power of corporate America on the human psyche, I thought as I thanked the bartender for my drink. This wasn’t exactly the place I would have chosen, but I didn’t get much choice in the matter.

I was still nursing my first martini, finally beginning to feel the pleasant buzz of the alcohol, when a voice interrupted me.

“Is this seat taken?”

It took every ounce of restraint I had not to physically roll my eyes. Lifting my head, I was met with a pair of familiar piercing green eyes. “Yes.”

“Hmm.” His lips curled into a smirk, a wicked glint in his eyes. “He must be one lucky guy.”

“I’d say so.” I peered at him over the rim of my glass, lifting it up to my lips and taking a sip.

“You look beautiful, baby.” Ethan’s eyes roamed my body as he bent down and pecked my cheek. Taking a seat in the stool next to me, he motioned for the bartender. “Whiskey on the rocks.”

“Took you long enough to get here.” I playfully rolled my eyes, twisting in my chair so that I was fully facing him.

“I know, I’m sorry.” His hand came to rest on my knee, gently rubbing the exposed skin on my thigh. “My meeting ran late, and then I dropped the kids off at your moms who by the way, must have been in a really good mood, because she couldn’t stop talking my ear off. Something about Zoey finally moving back to Chicago?”

I nodded, a smile of my own creeping up. Not only was I excited to have my little sister moving back for good, but that also meant I had gained an on-call babysitter. Now that, I was even more excited about. “Talking about Zoey or my mother is about the last thing I want to do tonight, Ethan.”

“Oh?” He cocked an eyebrow, gently pulling my chair closer to his. “What did you have in mind then?”

“Well,” I let my fingertips gently trace his chest, smoothing out his navy blue tie. As Ethan leaned in even closer, I could feel the warmth of his presence against my body. “We could talk about how I’m not wearing any panties right now.”

“Or –” I gulped nervously, swallowing my nerves before tilting my head upwards to meet his eyes. “You could try and guess what I have on instead of panties.”

Ethan’s eyes darkened as he trailed them down the thin material of my black dress. It was a long sleeve v-neck bodycon that came up to my mid-thigh, with a plunging neckline that hugged my body in all the right places.

“I have a better idea.” His voice had gone low with desire and I could feel my heart begin to thump loudly in my chest and his intense gaze heated my skin. Instantly, I knew that I had probably bitten off more than I could chew, but there was no going back now. “You could show me what you’re wearing instead.”

At the same time, he leaned forward and used his hand to nudge my legs open. A soft gasp escaped my lips as I continued to hold his gaze. The way his eyes bore into mine, it was clear that he wanted nothing more than to bend me over and have his way with me. And I probably would have let him do exactly that, had there not been anybody around.

Before I could say anything else, Ethan had pulled me into his lap so that I was sitting sideways. Looping my arms around his neck, I purposely shifted against his growing erection eliciting a low groan from him.

“Hi baby,” His warm breath tickled my earlobe, meanwhile his left hand had settled on my inner thigh again. With his fingers between my legs, his right arm curled around my waist – shielding me from the curious onlookers. Ethan’s face was only inches away from mine, and in an instant our lips connected softly. He tasted like expensive whiskey with a hint of mint, and I couldn’t get enough.

To anybody looking over at us, we were just a couple who had one too many drinks and were displaying far too much PDA.

I deepened the kiss, whimpering quietly as my fingers looped in his hair. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” He muttered, and I could feel his cock twitch against my thigh.

My head dropped to his neck as I parted my legs, my lips leaving a trail of kisses against his skin. “I want you inside me.” Ethan groaned, tightening his grip on my waist. I could feel him between my legs, his hand sliding up and down my inner thighs as he spread my legs open wider.

I felt him move in closer to me, his body leaning over me as his lips captured mine. With his lips moving across mine, he deepened the kiss by sliding his tongue in and intertwining it with mine.

I groaned out loud as his hand continued to slide up the inside on my thigh until he found my clit. “What’s this?” He muttered, his fingers flicking against the small metal clipped to my sensitive area.

My heart was pounding wildly, and I noticed I was breathing a lot faster. When my only reply was a soft moan, Ethan squeezed my thigh. “I asked you a question, McKenzie.”

“Surprise.” My voice was barely audible, and I bit down on my lip when Ethan began toying with the small metal dangling from my clit. There was a sense of discomfort the first time I put it on, but the overall pressure from the stainless steel clamp sent a wave arousal through me.

I could feel his fingers slide in between my wet folds – gently teasing. Moaning and shaking my head, I drew his attention up to my face. “What’s the matter, baby,” He asked. “Do you like when I play with your clit, or do you need me to plunge my fingers into you pussy?”

Not trusting myself to speak, I quickly nodded. Ethan’s smirk widened as he slowly slipped one finger inside me, followed by another. Then, without warning, he withdrew his hand from in between my legs and let it rest on my knee.

Using his other hand, Ethan lifted the whiskey glass to his lips and downed the rest of his drink. Gently pushing me off his lap so that I was standing up, he too stood up and wrapped his arm around my waist.

Steering me towards the elevators in the hotel lobby, Ethan and I impatiently waited for the elevator doors to open. Silently praying no one else would come up with us, I smirked as soon as the door closed. Immediately, Ethan’s lips found mine as his hands continued to roam my body. Our lips parted at the same time, forming a deep passionate kiss.

When my back hit the cold elevator walls, it did little to dwindle the fire burning between us. Heat coursed through my veins and my heart raced.

I squirmed under Ethan’s touch, causing him to grab my wrists into his hands and pin my arms above my head. His tongue continued to probe my mouth, biting my lower lip, and as soon as the elevator doors opened, he let go of my arms and pulled me towards a room at the very end of the hall.

As soon as we stepped into the room, I expected Ethan to tear my dress off the moment we were truly alone. Instead, he leaned against the wall by the entrance, arms crossed casually across his broad chest and a small smirk on his handsome face as he watched me.

“What?” I asked, his eyes following my every movement.

“Take off your dress.” His voice was deep with desire, and his eyes remained glued to my body.

“Aren’t you going to help?” I cocked an eyebrow, tilting my head to the side.

“I would,” Ethan smirked, pushing himself off the wall and taking slow steps towards me. “But the moment my hands touch that dress, I’m going to rip it off you, and I quite like it. You look sexy as fuck in it.”

“Hmm.” I nodded, biting my lip. Keeping my eyes locked with his, I slowly began sliding the dress down my body. As soon as the material hit the floor, Ethan’s eyes were glued to my breasts. “Cat got your tongue, babe?”

I knew I was only egging him on, but that was only part of the fun.

Ethan had closed the distance between us, and he looked like he was physically restraining himself from throwing me onto the bed. I stood in front of him breathlessly as he traced the length of my arm with one slim finger, the faint contact leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“You still have these?” Ethan’s eyebrows furrowed together, gently tugging on the mental chain connecting the two nipple clamps tightened around my nipples.

“I found them the other day when I was cleaning out my closet.” I mumbled, raising myself up on my tiptoes to kiss the corner of his mouth. It was the nipple clamps he bought me during our first trip together to New York, years ago. I had forgotten about them, having gotten misplaced during the move.

Ethan nodded. Then, he took his time running his hands over my naked body, his calloused fingers sliding over every inch of smooth flesh – paying special attention to my breasts and nipples. As his hand found its way to my face, he gently brushed my jaw and then my lower lip until his index finger found its way into my mouth.

I twirled my tongue around his finger, continuing to hold his gaze until his finger slipped out of my mouth with a loud pop.

“I’m glad you did.” He muttered against the side of my mouth before lifting me up into his arms in one swift motion. In between dizzying kisses, Ethan had walked us over to the large king-size bed in the middle of the room.

I let out a small gasp of surprise when he threw me on the bed, quickly discarding his own clothes. “You’re gorgeous,” Ethan muttered as he crawled up the length of the bed to position himself between my thighs. “I want to taste every inch of you.”

His touch was gentle as he spread my legs, holding my gaze captive as he lowered his head. “Ethan,” I moaned as his tongue slid along my pussy, stopping at the piece of jewelry dangling from my clit. “Fuck –”

“You should wear jewelry like this more often.” He chuckled and the warmth of his breath against my wetness sent a shiver to my spine. My nipples were rock hard as his hands found their way to my breast – gently kneading and pinching the pink nubs.

When his fingers grazed the inside of my thigh, I tensed under his touch and Ethan let out a deep grunt of pleasure from his chest. My back arched against the firm mattress as he continued to lick my pussy lips.

I moaned loudly and propped myself on my elbows to watch Ethan’s head buried between my legs. He sucked my clit in between his teeth and bit down hard.

“Oh my God – yes!” I didn’t want him to ever stop. The frantic lash of his tongue against my pussy pushed me ever closer to the edge, and Ethan used every trick in the book to edge me closer and closer towards an orgasm. He waited until I was almost there before biting down again.

Then, I exploded – clutching the sheets in my fists and cumming harder than ever before.

As a came down from my high, Ethan didn’t give me much time to recover before I found myself on my knees in front of him with his cock staring me in the face.

“Suck it.” He commanded when I peered up at him. Shifting myself into a more comfortable position, I took his throbbing length into my hand and began stroking it. His cock was smooth and warm in my hand, and Ethan grunted in approval above me as my hand continued to slide along his length. I ran my thumb over the head, spreading the glistening fluid that leaked from the tip before sticking my tongue out and licking the drops of pre-cum.

Wrapping my lips around the head, I slowly lowered my mouth down his length until I could feel him in the back of my throat. Ethan’s cock continued to swell as I took almost all of him into my mouth before teasingly pulling back.

“Stop being a tease, McKenzie.” His hand found its way into my hair and he tugged my head back. My lips curled upwards into a smirk as I pulled my mouth off his cock with a popping noise. I allowed Ethan to guide my head back on his thick length, once again the length of his cock hitting the back of my throat. This time however, I didn’t pull back and allowed Ethan to hold his grip on my hair – roughly fucking my mouth. With each forward thrust, my nails dug into his thighs and I tried to ignore the gag reflex in the back of my throat.

As Ethan’s grunts became more fervent, I picked up the pace and continued to bob my head up and down his cock faster. “Baby, I’m going to cum.” He moaned, his grip on my hair tightening. With one final thrust, Ethan’s cum filled my mouth and I pulled back.

When I did dare steal a glance at him, Ethan was looking down at me with lust filled eyes. “As sexy as that was, it’s not exactly what I had in mind.”

“No?” I teased, pushing myself into a standing position. “What did you have in mind?”

“You.” Ethan intertwined our fingers together, leaning in and licking one of my nipples. The clamps had shifted during the night and were loosely hanging on my straining peaks. “Me.” He ran a line of kisses up to my neck, biting softly. “Some very naughty positions.”

I could feel his cock begin to twitch and grow against my stomach, and I moaned in response. “All night long,” Ethan’s voice was low and quiet in my ear. “What do you say, McKenzie?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. My breathing was labored, and it sounded very loud in the quiet hotel room.

“Good,” Ethan growled as he dipped his hand down towards my pussy, running his fingers through the wetness. “I can’t wait to bury my cock in your pussy.”

“Would you like that, McKenzie?” I could feel the rushing build-up of another orgasm approach as Ethan expertly stroked his fingers in between my wet folds.

I whimpered, writhing under Ethan’s touch. “Please.”

Ethan backed us towards the bed until the back of my knees hit the edge. “Please what?” He asked huskily, biting the soft edge of my ear and sending shivers straight to my core.

“Please Ethan,” I whispered, my voice wavering with excitement. “Fuck me.”

Without a word, Ethan jerked me around and roughly pushed me into the mattress. “Spread your legs.” He growled.

With one hand securely wrapped around my waist, he used the other to guide his cock towards my entrance. I felt his rock hard length pushing against my pussy, and then sliding into me in a single deep thrust.

“Fuck –” I shrieked, as he continued to fill me up. My walls tightened around him as he began to slowly thrust in and out. He’d pull back almost all the way before plunging back in – each thrust reaching deeper than the last.

Ethan gradually found his rhythm, rocking his hips against mine. He pulled me against his chest, and his free hand found its way to one of my breasts again, caressing and pinching my nipple – occasionally tugging on the metal chain of the clamps.

“Harder!” I gasped as his thrusts shook my entire body. “Oh Go – don’t stop!” Ethan continued to pick up his pace, and I felt all common sense leave my body as I melted into him.

“Good girl,” He muttered, not letting up on his tempo and I could feel my muscles contracting wildly around his throbbing length.

Ethan then lowered his head to my neck, biting roughly as he drove harder into me. His cock continued to work deep inside me as his fingers dug into my flesh and his mouth continued to work my neck. “Ethan,” I gasped, finding it suddenly hard to breathe as I felt the tension in the pit of my stomach tighten.

“Hold on, baby,” Ethan muttered as he pulled back. Plopping down onto the bed, he rolled on his back, taking me with him. The sudden change in positions made my head spin and I pushed against his chest, adjusting myself into his lap. We moaned in unison as I lowered myself onto his cock.

“That’s better,” He smiled mischievously, his hands gripping my waist. “I like this view a lot better.”

His hands dug into my waist as I lifted myself off him slowly, only to drop down again. His fingers found their way to my ass cheeks and he painfully squeezed my flesh as I bounced teasingly up and down his cock.

Ethan’s hands slowly crept onto my back, lightly rubbing his fingertips against my skin and making my back arch further. With my breasts on full display, his mouth found its way to one of my nipples, capturing it against his wet lips. Flicking his tongue around the hardened nub, his other hand slid down to my ass and cracked loudly against my flesh.

The feeling of the rough sting rushed straight to my pussy, making my walls clench around him. The tingle of my last orgasm was quickly being replaced by the next one as my moans became increasingly louder.

“Not yet, baby.” He grunted, slamming into me faster and faster – the sounds of our bodies slapping into each other and our heavy breathing the only echo throughout the room.

Showing no mercy, he continued to fuck me wildly – pounding into me. With one hand supporting my back, Ethan used the other to tug on the clit clamp viciously. “You’re so sexy, McKenzie.”

A string of curse words escape my lips, and I found that I quite liked the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. “Ethan –” I gasped, biting down on my lip. ”Please. I’m so close!”

Another loud slap echoed throughout the room as his hand came down on my ass. Hard.

I wanted to reply, to tell him to stop being such a fucking tease, but my mouth and brain had stopped communicating with each other. Instead I continued to rise and fall steadily on his cock, urging him with my body.

“Cum for me,” Ethan managed to croak in between heavy pants. I screamed as he continued to pound into me, emptying himself deep inside my pussy. Our bodies tensed together as we both came at the same time – grunting and moaning out loud.

I slumped down, my head in the crook of Ethan’s neck as I felt his cum drip out of my pussy and down my thighs. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me in place against the dampened warmth of his chest.

“Was I too rough?” He whispered against my ear, his fingertips still tracing patterns over my skin.

“No,” I mumbled drowsily. He was warm and comfortable, and I didn’t want to move.

The last eleven years have been quite the journey. I went from a divorced twenty-eight-year-old that was convinced she’ll never find love, to a mom of four incredibly stubborn children that took after their father in almost every aspect.

Ethan came into my life during a time when I needed him most, even if I didn’t know that myself at the time. Throughout the past eleven years, he’s reminded me every single day that no matter how tough life gets, he’ll always be there.

I can only hope that others are as fortunate as I was to find my better half and get my happily ever after.

Ethan kissed the top of my head, shifting his weight so I slid down to nestle against his side and he pulled the sheets over us. I was vaguely aware of him muttering something about doing this again later as I drifted off into sleep.


Well – that’s the very end of this book! This is the last bonus chapter I intend to publish. I’ve had a blast writing about Kenzie and Ethan, and they will forever hold a special place in my heart.

Note: As of right now, Zoey’s spin-off is the only one I have planned. HOWEVER, that is not to say that at some point in the future when my life settles down a bit, I won’t come back to these characters!

I do plan on having Kenzie and Ethan make a few appearances in Zoey’s spin-off, so be on the lookout for that. Tentatively, I’m planning on doing a cover and blurb reveal some time in December. It’ll be revealed on Instagram first, and on Inkiit a few weeks later. All of my focus will be on Zoey’s spin-off when I finish writing my other two books – Her Escape and Holding On.

For now, don’t forget to follow me here on Inkitt and on Instagram for updates and teasers!

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