Epilogue
Two Years Later
Charlie
“Beautiful, hold that smile—yes! Chin up just a touch.”
The girl in front of my camera does as I say, sunlight spilling across her shoulders through the wide windows of my little studio. I click the shutter, the familiar snap filling the space, and the image freezes forever in my lens.
“Perfect,” I murmur, lowering the camera and grinning at her. “You’re a natural. Honestly, I think you could do this professionally.”
My client blushes, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You think so?”
“Absolutely. But don’t tell your boyfriend I said that, or he’ll be worried about all the attention you’ll get,” I tease.
She giggles, and the room feels warm, alive. That’s what I love about this, about capturing people, moments, life. It’s the exact opposite of the caged existence I used to live.
As she gathers her things, I walk her to the door, my little chalkboard sign swinging in the breeze outside. Charlotte Steele Photography. Every time I see those words, my chest swells. My name. My freedom. My dream.
“Thank you again,” she says with a smile before leaving.
“Anytime.”
I lock up behind her, humming softly to myself as I glance at the clock. Early evening. I decided to close the shop early just this once. Because tonight, I’ve got plans. Big ones.
I’ve been buzzing with excitement all day, barely able to keep it in. Jack doesn’t even know yet. My husband. My bodyguard. My Daddy.
Grinning to myself, I sling my camera bag over my shoulder and head out back, sliding into my car, the sleek black Jeep parked in the driveway.
After the active threat against me was contained, about a year into our relationship, I didn’t need Jack as a full-time bodyguard anymore—though he’ll always be my protector.
To give me a taste of my newfound freedom, Jack surprised me with the car on our one-year anniversary, bow on the hood and everything.
“Only the best for my girl,” he’d said with that smug grin.
I run a hand over the steering wheel like it’s a pet before I start the drive home.
I’m practically vibrating with anticipation.
He’s not supposed to be back until midnight, off on some mission my father insisted only Jack could handle.
I’ve been planning to get the place ready—candles, wine, the whole nine yards—before springing the surprise on him.
But when I walk into our bedroom, that plan flies out the window.
Because he’s already there. Leaning against the dresser, shirt stretched over that broad chest, sleeves rolled up, a wicked grin cutting across his face.
I freeze, my purse slipping off my shoulder. “Jack?”
His grin widens. “Surprised, princess?”
A scream bursts out of me, pure joy. “Daddy!”
I launch myself at him, and he catches me easily, strong arms locking around me as if I weigh nothing. He spins me once, my laugh muffled against his neck before his mouth crashes down on mine.
The kiss is fierce, claiming, like he’s been starving for me. His tongue sweeps in, his hand fisting in my hair, pulling me tighter against him. My legs lock around his waist, and he groans low in his chest.
“Thought you weren’t back till midnight,” I whisper breathlessly against his lips.
“Wrapped it up early,” he growls, nipping at my bottom lip. “Couldn’t stay away from my girl another second.”
“Good,” I breathe, cupping his face, my smile trembling with everything I want to tell him. “Because I have news.”
His blue eyes flash with curiosity, but before I can say another word, he pins me against the wall, his mouth devouring mine again.
“Later,” he murmurs between kisses, his voice dark and hungry. “First, Daddy’s going to remind you exactly who you belong to.”
And then his mouth is on mine before I can blink, all heat and hunger, his kiss stealing the air from my lungs. I moan, clutching his shoulders as he pushes me back toward the bed. His hands are everywhere, rough palms skating up my thighs, gripping my ass possessively.
He breaks the kiss, his voice a growl against my lips. “Two days without you felt like two damn years, princess.”
I arch into him, desperate. “Then don’t leave me again.”
He smirks, one hand coming up to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing my lower lip until I’m trembling. “Open up for Daddy.”
I obey, lips parting, and he slides two thick fingers into my mouth. The taste of him floods my senses, and my thighs squeeze together as I suck obediently, my tongue swirling around his fingers. His blue eyes darken, fixed on me like I’m his personal sin.
“That’s it,” he rasps. “Such a good girl. Suck Daddy’s fingers while I make you drip.”
He slips his other hand between my thighs, shoving my panties aside. When his fingers find my clit, I choke on a moan, still sucking him while his rough touch circles me, teasing, tormenting.
“You’re soaked already,” he mutters, voice full of smug satisfaction. “Two days and you’re this desperate? You really can’t live without Daddy, can you?”
I whimper around his fingers, shaking my head because the words won’t come. He pulls them from my mouth, dragging my spit-slicked lip down with his thumb before growling, “Say it.”
“I can’t,” I gasp, my hips jerking against his hand. “I need you, Daddy, please.”
He shoves me back on the bed, stripping me fast, until I’m bare and trembling beneath his stare, and then he takes a long moment, drinking me in, his jaw clenching.
“Christ, you’re perfect. Mine.”
He lowers himself between my thighs, his mouth sealing over my entrance. The first swipe of his tongue makes me cry out, my back arching off the bed. He eats me like he’s starving, licking, sucking, sliding two fingers deep inside me until I’m clawing at the sheets.
“Jack! Oh my God, Daddy—please…don’t stop—”
He growls against me, the vibration sending me spiraling. His hand pins my hip, keeping me still as he licks me harder, faster, until the orgasm crashes through me, shattering, wracking me with waves that leave me shaking.
I’m still gasping when he looms over me, dragging his mouth up my body, biting, kissing, until his cock is nudging at my entrance. He grips my face, forcing me to look at him.
“Feel what you do to me,” he growls, and then he thrusts inside, slow, deep, filling me to the hilt.
I scream, my nails digging into his back. He’s so big, stretching me, claiming me.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grits, hips grinding against mine. “Your pussy was made for Daddy’s cock.”
I can’t answer. I can only cling to him as he begins to move, long, punishing strokes that make me moan his name with every thrust. His hand finds my throat, not squeezing, just holding, making me feel completely possessed.
“Say it,” he demands, his eyes blazing down at me. “Tell me who owns this pussy.”
“You, Daddy!” I scream, my hips bucking of their own violation.
He continues to fuck me in long, deep strokes until I’m right at the edge, teetering on the brink of breaking apart. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him faster.
“Good girl,” Jack growls against my mouth, his pace relentless. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you so full you’ll never forget who you belong to.”
His thumb finds my clit, pressing down in rough, delicious circles. The added friction makes my entire body shudder. I’m gasping his name, chanting it like a prayer, my voice breaking with every thrust.
“Come for me, princess,” he orders, his voice gravel and heat. “Come all over Daddy’s cock.”
That’s it. The final push.
I scream his name as my orgasm rips through me, my body clenching tight around him, pulsing, squeezing. The room tilts, my vision whites out, and still he’s driving into me, holding me through it, making it last until I’m boneless beneath him.
He groans, his thrusts turning frantic, rougher, his face pressed into my neck. “Fuck! Gonna fill you, baby. Take it. Take all of Daddy’s cum.”
And then he spills inside me, thick and hot, pulsing as he buries himself deep. His roar vibrates against my skin, primal and raw, and the sensation of being so full sends another wave of aftershocks trembling through me.
We collapse together, tangled in sweat and breathless kisses. He holds me tight, still inside me, his lips brushing my temple as our chests rise and fall in sync.
For a moment, we lie still in the silence.
Then he pulls me into an aggressive snuggle, groaning satisfactorily in his chest.
“So, princess…” he murmurs, voice still hoarse. “What was that news you were so excited to tell me?”
I grin, still dazed, running a hand down his chest. “Oh, that.”
I giggle, my heart racing as I finally let it spill. “I’m pregnant.”
For a beat, Jack just blinks down at me. “Pregnant?” he repeats, like he’s making sure he heard me right.
“Mm-hmm.” I drag my nail teasingly across his chest, smirking through my blush. “Knocked up. Bun in the oven. Your swimmers won, Daddy.”
It seems to take a second to process the information—I can almost see his thought process—but then I see it. His entire face changes. The hard, controlled mask he always wears cracks wide open, and raw joy floods in.
“Holy fuck…” he breathes, pulling back just enough to stare at me properly. “You’re serious?”
I nod, my eyes stinging, though I’m smiling like a fool. “Yeah. I found out yesterday. I wanted to set up the perfect atmosphere to tell you but—” I gesture vaguely between us. “This kinda happened.”
He lets out a rough, incredulous laugh, then suddenly scoops me into his arms, crushing me against his chest. “Christ, princess…I’m gonna be a father?”
“Mm-hmm,” I whisper into his neck, my voice thick with emotion. “And I couldn’t imagine a better Daddy.”
That does him in. He kisses me like he’s trying to brand the moment into our bones, fierce and reverent all at once. His hand slides over my stomach, protective already, his thumb stroking gently.
“You’ve just given me the one thing I never thought I’d deserve,” he murmurs against my lips. “A family. Our family.”
My throat tightens. “So…you’re happy?”
“Happy?” He huffs out another laugh, burying his face in my hair. “Princess, I’ve never been happier in my damn life. You’re a blessing I don’t deserve, baby girl.”
I laugh, even as my tears spill, and he kisses them away one by one.
“I love you, Charlie,” Jack murmurs against my lips.
“I love you too, Daddy,” I say softly, pressing my body closer to him with a soft moan. His tongue slides between my lips and I open up for him, my body humming with delicious tingles as I feel him start to harden inside of me again.
~The End