Page 27 of Loving Vincent

Epilogue

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Lola, happy birthday to you!”

Jenna laughed at the godawful singing of a house was filled with guests attending Lola’s birthday. She laughed even harder, Vince chuckling at her side, as Lola blew on her candles so hard her little face turned red with the effort. It was her fourth birthday and she was beyond excited for the cake, presents and friends. She bounced around like only a little girl on a massive sugar high could.

“Excuse me,” Jenna said, slipping out of Vince’s embrace and heading to the kitchen for the plates and forks.

Her mother reached out to squeeze her arm as she passed and Jenna grinned and touched her mom back. It had been a heartbreakingly wonderful reunion when she finally went to see her parents again. They had tearfully accepted her explanation of why she couldn’t see them until now, listening to her describe her years with Zach and his constant threats. They were grateful for Vince’s presence in her life, he brought Jenna and Lola back to them.

“Hey nurse.”

Jenna jumped at the deep voice that interrupted her thoughts as she was reaching into the cupboard for plates.

“How are you Enrico?” she asked carefully.

She was still getting used to his presence. He was released from prison a few weeks ago and Vince had added the big scary tattooed guy to the house security team. At first Jenna had balked, upset that Vince would allow a killer that close to the family. That was the first time Vince told her anything about his past. Though he wasn’t explicit in detail, she was left with the impression that Enrico was a fluffy bunny in comparison to Vince. She had finally agreed to have Enrico in her home, though she was still wary. It was one thing knowing that Vince had killed people, but she had experienced Enrico’s brutality firsthand when she’d tried to revive a man he stabbed and ultimately killed.

She still didn’t understand how he got out of jail so quickly after what happened. Someone, probably Vince, had pulled some strings.

“Let me take those.” Enrico lifted the pile of plates and forks from her hands and walked ahead of her back into the living room where the party was being held.

“Oh, thanks,” she said, and followed him.

Before she could cross the threshold between the kitchen and the living room, Vince grabbed her around the waist and lifted her right off her feet, carrying her backwards. She laughed and gripped his shoulders, then let out a yelp as he pushed her into the pantry, walked in after her and slammed the door shut.

“Vince - ” she gasped, but he cut her off with a kiss that stole her breath and sent her pulse soaring.

In seconds her arms were wrapped around his neck and he was lifting her up, setting her butt on one of the shelves. His hands were everywhere at once, touching her, caressing, squeezing. Her skin tingled and her belly swirled in anticipation. If she didn’t stop him he’d fuck her right there in the pantry where anyone, including her mother, could walk in. She tore her lips from his.

“Vince, not here!” she gasped.

“Yes, here,” he growled and dragged her head toward his for another kiss, while he slid a hand under the back of her shirt and up her body until he reached her bra where he quickly and skillfully unsnapped it.

“But… people!” she cried.

“I will fuck my wife, when and where I please. Now stop talking so I can make you come.”

Jenna and Vince had gotten married as soon as Vince could legally get the paperwork and drag her in front of a Justice. They had now been happily married for seven months.

He shoved his hand down the front of her leggings and wiggled them into her panties where he immediately sank a finger into her wet heat. She moaned her approval and spread her legs, deciding she would worry about the guests after her orgasm. Vince was an expert with his fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure to her clit with the roughened pads of his fingers. He stopped right before she could peak and pushed his fingers deep into her pussy, wiggling them against her g-spot and drawing a gasp from her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming her pleasure out loud as he pumped his fingers in and out of her while pressing the heel of his hand against her clit.

A beautiful, sweet and intense orgasm tore through her. He swallowed her cries in a kiss and continued to draw her orgasm out until she had nothing left and lay against the shelf in a heap.

“My turn,” he growled, lifting her off the shelf and shoving her leggings down. He spun her around until she was facing the shelf.

She could hear him messing around with his belt and zipper. Then he was pressing himself inside her. It was a tight squeeze because he was taking her from behind and there were shelves and stuff in the way. He shifted and something fell off the shelf and hit the floor with a ‘poof’ sound. Jenna suspected the bag of flour had just been sacrificed in their pursuit of passion.

“Fuck,” Vince growled.

Jenna giggled and whispered, “Swear jar.”

He took her hair in his fist and forced her to arch back against his chest while he pumped his cock inside her. “Pay attention, baby.”

His rough handling heightened her arousal and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming as his cock raked every pleasure point inside her. The forbidden nature of their little tryst, with Lola’s birthday party happening just on the other side of the door, made it even better. Jenna never thought she was into this kind of thing, but since meeting Vince she was becoming more and more eager to share new sexual experiences with him.

“Come with me,” he grunted against her ear, biting the lobe.

He reached down her front and fingered her clit, sending her soaring. Seconds later she was desperately trying to muffle her howls of pleasure as he took her over the edge. He followed her over, his cock growing rapidly inside her and then bathing her in semen as he orgasmed. His hands tightened on her body, squeezing her against him as they came down from an incredible high.

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