Epilogue
WEST
Nine Months Later
July heat rises as I work, cleaning up the property around our home. Beckett and I put up a fence around the entire perimeter of my house with space to dig out a pool. Camille told me a few months back how she loved going swimming at the local community center in Silver Lakes.
This won’t work year-round until I build a structure over it later this year, but before next summer, I’ll give my girl her pool.
For now, we secure the area for gathering as we foresee Hunter kids in the near future. My niece Amelia Rose was just born three weeks ago. Asher and Sierra haven’t stopped staring at her. I keep my little man, Ryder, entertained while they gawk at Amelia’s cute cheeks.
Beckett’s been getting baby fever along with Grace. Any day now, I won’t be surprised if we hear news.
A flirty whistle carries into the wind. I turn and watch my beautiful goddess descend the steps.
“Shirtless and sweaty? Are you trying to get laid?” she calls out, smiling.
“Anytime. Anywhere,” I grin. And it’s true. We’ve literally done it everywhere.
“I’ll keep the anticipation building as I need to head into town and meet with my client.”
I hook her around the waist and hold her against me.
“Hero, you’re getting me all sweaty,” she laughs, but I love this woman. She doesn’t care.
Camille stretches up on her tiptoes and kisses me. Blame the summer heat, but I deepen it, already missing being inside her. It’s been…five hours? A travesty, really.
Moaning sweetly, she pulls away. “I have to get ready and go, honey. I’ll pick up roast beef sandwiches.”
“Mm. You’re too good to me. Keep it up, and I’ll lock you in my tower until you take my name and you’re mine forever,” I tease. I’ve been teasing marriage for months.
I learned from my brothers. When you know, you know.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she laughs, kissing my smiling mouth before heading back inside.
“On second thought, why don’t we go visit Amelia Rose later?”
“Woman, do you have baby fever too?” She’s been obsessed with wanting to spoil little Amelia ever since she kicked against her palm in Sierra’s stomach.
“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” she repeats cheekily, winking before running inside.
She’s treading on dangerous ice if she thinks I won’t work at putting our baby in her today. Wait.
I drop my tools and run up my back porch steps, searching for her inside. She’s in the bathroom, naked, about to hop into the steaming shower. I brace my hands against the door frame, and she looks over her shoulder at me while clipping up her long, raven black hair.
My eyes run down the curve of her spine, down to the dip I’ve licked, leading to her plump, heart-shaped ass and smooth legs.
“Are you still taking the shot?” I ask.
Facing me, she struts up, running her hands over my chest. “You need a shower,” she whispers, kissing my pec.
“Little Pixie,” I warn. “Are you fucking with me, or do you want me to breed that pussy?”
Her gasp and the way she squeezes her thighs together tempt me. Her hands open my jeans, and they drop, then she pushes my briefs down. Once we’re both naked, I take her hips and back her up into the shower.
I keep her hair away from the spray, grab her ass, and lift her. Her smooth legs wrap around my waist. The moment her back hits the shower wall, I thrust home in one smooth entry.
We both cry out at the sudden wet heat we both feel, my balls jerking up into her ass.
“I want to be married to you first,” I quietly grunt, keeping my hips still, which is a difficult feat when her pussy squeezes me so good.
“So marry me,” she boldly states.
My heart stutters a beat, then pounds rapidly. “What brought this on?”
“Honestly?”
I nod.
“You’ve teased me so much about it, I thought you’d have asked already.”
Well, this was not on my bingo card.
“Baby. I thought you wanted time to build your career.”
“I mean, yes, but also, the truth was, all your brothers have been getting engaged, married, or having babies back to back, I didn’t want us stealing anyone’s thunder.”
“That’s sweet,” I say, not being able to remain still. I slowly pump into her.
Her mouth parts, her fingers rake my hair, gripping a handful at my nape. “But, we get to live by our own timeline too. They intercept, then so be it.”
She pulses her hips in rhythm with my thrusts, that I make deeper.
“I want it all with you,” I assure her. “The idea of my ring on your finger, our baby growing inside you?” I groan as my cock shoots precome inside her.
“Yes,” she whispers, panting, her pussy swelling, growing hotter, wetter.
“Camille Lane,” I start, driving my hips deeper, faster.
“Oh, God, Hero. Fuck me. Say it,” she moans, licking the seam of my panting mouth.
“Fuck baby. Marry me. Wear my ring. Be Camille Hunter.”
Her body stiffens before her it convulses, coming hard. I grab the back of her head, protecting it from the wall.
“Yes,” she chants, circling her hips as I keep driving my cock into her eager pussy.
Growling with the need to come, I turn us around and sit on the shower bench we’ve imprinted with our lovemaking. I lean back, changing the angle. Camille grabs my hair with both hands and starts riding me.
“I was due for the shot next week,” she pants. “I don’t want to take it.”
“You want me to pump my come into your waiting womb? Want our baby inside you?”
Her hips slam harder on my lap. “I want it. I want us. I want it all, Hero.”
“Fuck,” I dig my fingers into her ass and bring her body down deeper as my hips shoot up using my legs at a wide stance to hit as deep as I can go. In my mind, the tip of my cock is at her cervix, about to shoot inside her womb.
“Baby,” I moan. “Milk it out of me. Show me how much you want it,” I grunt into my thrusts.
She brings her legs from around my waist and sets her knees on the bench.
She spreads her thighs and with passion and speed, she rides me so fucking hard, I can’t focus.
My vision blurs, my balls tighten up, ready for release.
I wrap one hand around her throat, and my dick’s about to break in half, her walls lock tight around it.
“Mrs. Hunter,” I repeat as both of us come at the same time.
Slowly, sound filters back through my ears, the distant ringing fading. My hands run up her wet back as the steam of the shower has us slick. Lifting her head that was at my neck, she kisses me.
When we pull apart, I want to confirm. “You’re marrying me, Nyx?”
“Yes,” she whispers at my mouth.
“You want us to have a baby?”
She nods.
She comes off tough and independent, and she is, both of those. But what many don’t know about my goddess is that she’s always wanted to be a mother. I have a feeling she wants to start as soon as possible. I want to fill our home with wild little Camille and West Hunters.
I smile, kissing her softly.
“Now, you just have to find a ring,” she smiles.
Oh, Little Pixie.
“What?” she asks, seeing my expression.
I stand as soon as my legs feel secure enough and carry her out of the shower.
“Wait,” she laughs. “We should actually get cleaned.”
“We will.”
I carry her over to our dresser drawer and set her naked ass on top. I bend and open the third drawer to the right, where my outdoor jeans rest. She doesn’t steal those so, it was safe to hide here.
The velvet box brushes my fingers, and I bring it out, closing the drawer before stepping between her thighs.
Her honey hazel eyes are wide as I open the box to reveal an onyx marquise in a rose gold setting, surrounded by diamonds.
“Hero,” she breathes. “When?”
“Two months ago.”
Her eyes fill with emotion as her delicate finger brushes over the black center stone.
“You like it?” I ask. The only reason I’m not shitting myself is because I saw one like it saved on her phone by accident.
“It’s perfect,” she whispers as a tear runs down her cheek.
I kiss the salty gift and slide the ring on her finger. “Forever and beyond, Little Pixie.”
“This life and the next, Hero.”
I kiss my fiancée and carry her back into the shower to properly get cleaned. She has a meeting, so I’ll wait until tonight to wine and dine her before I make love to the future Mrs. Camille Hunter.
As I watch Camille head to work, she carries the same sweatshirt from that first night with her. At my perplexed look, since it’s hot as balls this Summer, she winks.
“In case I get cold,” she shrugs, blowing me a kiss, the ring catching the sun.
I stand at my driveway, finally understanding what it means to love and be loved. It’s not always perfect, and it can be messy as all hell, but your gut demands you fight for it, because it’s life-changing and worth it.
Someone who truly gets you, in all your essence, the good, the bad, and the ugly. They still choose you because you make each other better, you bring out the great while supporting the other’s individuality and independence.
I never believed I was the hero. Hell, Camille came running into my bar, in danger, insisting she didn’t need one.
But life’s funny like that. It rewrites narratives you had set to live out. Thank God, Universe, my parents watching, that Camille followed that string of fate, and together, we rewrote that story.
I’ll subscribe to this timeline…time and time again, if I get to call her mine and be hers.
She’s home.
You'll never guess whose baby shower West and Camille attend. The future is looking...Hunters.