Epilogue #2
The penthouse we live in is big, way bigger than the three of us need, but I wanted Sitka to have space.
Anything smaller would’ve made her feel claustrophobic, and the last thing I want is for her to feel trapped.
Plus, this one gives us a huge terrace that she and my mom have filled with potted plants and flowers.
My mom’s been teaching her how to grow things, and every time her mom and grandma come for a visit, they add new things.
With the trellises and climbing flowers, they’ve made it look as close to the natural world as possible, and I’m not at all surprised when I find her sitting near the edge of the pool.
Solar lanterns hang along the patio, casting her in a warm glow, highlighting the curve of her shoulder and delicate line of her neck.
My body instantly responds to the sight of her, just like it always does.
Without a word, I strip out of my clothes, place my phone on top in case Rowan cries, and then walk down the stairs into the pool. She watches me, a smile playing at her lips as she lazily kicks her legs in the water, leaning back on her hands like she doesn’t have a care in the world.
I walk over to her, grabbing her ankles as soon as she’s within reach and stepping between her legs. She immediately wraps them around me and brings her hands up to cup my face.
“Did he finally fall asleep?”
“A while ago,” I admit, making her smile.
She’s just as bad as I am about never wanting to put him down, so she understands my reluctance to let him go.
“He’s just too cute,” she says.
“He is,” I agree, stepping in closer and tugging her bottom towards the edge of the pool so my wet body is pressed against hers. I look down at the sleep shorts and T-shirt she’s wearing. “You should probably take those off. They’re just going to get wet.”
“Like last time?” she asks, making me laugh.
I slide my hands under her shirt and drag my fingers along her soft skin. “Entirely your fault, besyonok. You know I can’t help myself when I’m around you. When you see me, you should just save us both the trouble and get naked.”
She laughs, but she also knows I’m not joking, so when I start to tug her shirt off, she lifts her arms to help me out.
Tossing it aside, I run my eyes over her bare upper body and groan while my dick goes ramrod straight in the water.
With wet hands, I caress her skin, cupping her tits while her nipples harden beneath my touch and her body instinctively leans in to mine.
Wanting to see all of her, I slide my hands down and hook them under her sleep shorts and panties. Raising a brow, I wait for her to lift up so I can quickly pull them off. When she’s completely naked, I take a second to appreciate the view.
“How is it possible that you keep getting sexier?” I ask.
She laughs like I’ve just made a joke, but I’m being dead serious.
She’d been worried about the pregnancy and childbirth ruining her body, but I think it’s more gorgeous than ever.
I love seeing the light stretch marks on her stomach and thighs and breasts.
They remind me of the life we created. She carried our son in her body and then went through hell to push him into the world.
I’m in awe of her body and what she can do with it.
“Everything about you drives me crazy,” I tell her.
Grabbing her thighs, I slide my hands up her legs, raking my eyes over every inch of her before cupping her ass and lifting her into the water and against me.
She wraps her arms and legs around me, just like she knows I love, right before I kiss her.
The familiar taste of her and the feel of her mouth against mine pulls a deep groan from my body.
I cup the back of her head and palm her ass while I kiss her and slowly walk us over to the built-in ledge on the other side of the pool.
As soon as we get to it, I lift myself on it so she’s straddling my lap.
We’re only in a couple of inches of water now, making it easy for her to ride me without having to experience painful underwater sex.
We tried it a few times when we first moved in, but quickly learned we both prefer to be above the water line.
She hovers over me while I kiss my way along her chest, letting out the sweetest moan when I catch her nipple and give it a hard suck.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders while she teases the head of my cock with her pussy.
She’s soaked, already dripping onto me, coating my dick and making me absolutely feral with the need to be inside her.
Right when she starts to lower herself onto me, I cup her face and tell her I love her before slamming her down, forcing her to take all of me in one go because I love hearing the throaty gasp she gives every time I do it.
“You’d think I’d be used to that by now,” she says when I bring my face close to hers.
“I hope you never do,” I say, making her smile.
Dragging one hand down her spine, I fill my palm with one of her cheeks and give it a squeeze, groaning when she slowly starts to rock her hips.
I watch my wife as she starts to ride me, knowing I’ll never get tired of seeing her like this and knowing I’ll always be grateful that I’m the only one who ever will.
By the time I carry her inside, she’s limp and happy and nearly asleep. Laying her in our bed, I kiss her and tell her I’ll be back in a few hours. She gives me a lazy smile and makes sure her phone is close by before kissing me again.
“I love you. Be careful,” she says, already more asleep than awake.
“I love you too, besyonok. I’ll be back soon.”
After dressing, I make sure the penthouse is secure before getting on my bike and making the short drive to Ev’s apartment.
He bought the place after getting into law school, and even though he was busy before, it’s a thousand times worse now.
I don’t know how the hell he does it or why on earth he wants to, but that doesn’t stop me from admiring the pure fucking tenacity he has about this thing.
He’s like a man possessed, and when he buzzes me in, I’m not at all surprised to find him awake and surrounded by books.
“Hey, man,” I say, taking a seat on his couch.
“How are Sitka and Rowan?” He takes his glasses off and rubs at his eyes.
“They’re great. Both asleep right now. I’ll send you the video I took of him this morning. It’s pretty fucking cute.”
He grins at that, but it does nothing to hide the exhaustion.
“When was the last time you took a break and got some decent sleep?”
He raises a brow at me. “I’m not sure, Mom. It’s been a while.”
I laugh at his tone while he cracks a smile.
His new apartment is nice, way nicer than the one he was living in.
This one is filled with bookshelves and huge windows that look out onto the city, modern furniture, and a high-end kitchen that never gets any use.
The place is clutter free aside from study material.
There’s nothing here that makes me think my cousin lives here—nothing personal, nothing that’s just Ev, and I hate that for him.
“When can you come over for supper?” I ask, because I’m determined to not let him slip too far away.
“I’m not sure. I’ll let you know when I can.”
I scoff out a laugh, refusing to accept that. “I’ll tell Sitka you’ll be there this Saturday.”
When he gives me a look, I say, “You gave me that same line two weeks ago, Ev. You can make time for a meal. You have to eat, right?”
“Yeah,” he admits, “but everything is harder now. I never have enough time to study. I need to figure out where I’m going to intern next summer, and I sure as hell can’t let anyone figure out who I really am.”
“We won’t blow your cover. I’m not going to just sit back and watch you disappear. Fuck that. You’re coming to supper at our place this weekend. End of story.”
“You going to tell everyone else?”
I grin at him. “Of course. We all want to see you, and it’ll be easier for you if we do it like this.”
“Okay, but I can’t stay long,” he warns me.
“I wouldn’t dream of keeping you away from your precious textbooks.” I look at the couch I’m sitting on, noticing the scrunched up pillow at the end. “Do you even use your bed, or do you just pass out in here when your body finally shuts down?”
“I usually just crash on the couch,” he admits with a heavy sigh.