44. Epilogue
Epilogue
Blue
“Close your eyes.” I wait until her beautiful blue irises are hidden before I open the door. “Good girl.”
A smile tickles over her lips.
Her steps are slow, tentative as one hand lets me guide her, while her other cups her belly.
She’s due any day.
Which is why I wanted this remodel done. Being able to sell my old house to redo her family home was the best option I could have hoped for.
Now her brother will be safe and cared for, and we have room for our own children…the first of which pushes at the skin of her abdomen like an alien in a pod.
“Okay, open them.” I can’t wait to see her reaction.
She blinks rapidly, turning to see every corner of the new master suite.
I stripped it down to the studs, rebuilding every inch into something that we both could love. The old wood paneling is long gone, replaced with rich tones of reds and browns.
Her knuckle lodges between her teeth as she fights the tears.
“Oh my god, a bassinet? A walk-in shower? Is that a jetted tub?” Her squeals of surprise grow with each new discovery.
“Blue…I love it so much.” Tears ripple down her cheeks as she falls into my arms. “Thank you for making this our home.”
Knowing that the extra money from selling mine went to paying off the cow loan adds an extra level of comfort.
We were able to re-mark the whole herd with the new brand, the one Libby chose all those months ago. Even Devon seemed happy with it, knowing that his last name will forever be a part of the farm.
Maybe it will buy us some safety from those who have targeted Black Gulch. There are bigger players out there than the one who fucked with us.
As much as I like Mason, I want to keep my family safe.
“Try out this new bed, baby. It’s adjustable.” I grab the remote from the nightstand and hand it to her as she lowers herself slowly.
“Is that a massage function?” Her look of surprise makes her lips form a perfect “O”.
Fuck, she makes me hard every time she makes that face.
When she hits the button, her full breasts start to jiggle, barely held by the taut fabric of her blouse .
“That feels so good.” Her voice stammers with the rhythm of the machine under the mattress.
“It looks good too,” I groan, stretching out next to her. “I love the bounce.”
Her giggle sounds like she’s on a rough road. “What would it be like…” Her question fades as that fiery look focuses on me. “Can we?”
“We can do anything you want.” My fingers make short work of the buttons and I push her lacey bra out of the way to find her hard nipple to suck it between my lips.
Tracing her swollen belly, I dive my hand beneath the hem of her leggings.
“Mmm, so fucking wet already, rebel. I think you like the vibrations.” Pushing into her, her snug little pussy clenches around my fingers like it’s begging me for more.
“It feels wild,” she pants as she kicks her bottoms down. Feverishly, she tugs at my zipper, popping free my stiff cock.
I’m always ready for her. She’s like mainlining Viagra, leaving me hard and willing at the lightest touch. I never knew it could be like this, that the desire could grow over time.
If I could live buried deep inside of her, I would.
“I want to see what it’s like.” Her wicked grin grows as she rolls over me. “Turn it up to high.” She rips open my shirt sending buttons flying before her hot mouth finds mine .
Sexy as hell.
The pulsations ripple through me, tingling my back and balls as she lowers herself over my throbbing cock.
“Oh God,” she moans as she settles onto my hips. “That is…incredible.” Her chin tilts to the ceiling as she rocks back, driving me deeper.
“Yes it is,” I grunt, barely holding on. It’s such a strange sensation, but fucking amazing. Every inch of me tingles as the low hum of the machine works through me.
She works herself up and down, churning faster with each stroke.
“Blue…” she pants, her golden hair falling across her shoulders.
I manage to push myself up enough that I can pull one of her beaded nipples between my lips, humming against the tight bead.
Wait.
Was that…?
Her nails dig into my chest as she gyrates faster, tiny whimpers escaping her supple throat as she arches.
I’m so damn close.
But was that…?
Another long suckle on her sweet breast, and a spray of milk fills my mouth.
My nuts tighten as if a coiled spring is released in my loins .
She clenches her body, contracting on my rigid shaft so tightly it feels like she’s going to rip it off.
I pull once more on her tender teat, swallowing the hot treat, then lose myself in a shuddering release.
My belly spasms as she floods my tongue until she collapses over me.
Fuck. I came so hard it hurt.
She did too. Rivulets drip down my abs, pooling under her knees.
Panting, she manages to push herself up to her elbows, propped on my chest.
“That was incredible,” she says breathlessly.
“I think we both enjoyed that one.” I pat my fingers into the small puddle that formed on my stomach.
Her body squeezes my softening dick tight enough she pushes me out.
“Mmm, aftershocks?” My lips find hers, but her kiss is stiff as a flicker of pain tightens her eyes.
“Blue?” She rolls off me, pulling up her knees. “I think my water broke.”
I’m half tempted to ignore my ringing phone, but Libby is resting comfortably for the moment.
Doc says any time she’s going to have the urge to push, and I don’t want to miss a second of this whole experience.
Whoever it is calls back, and it’s starting to irritate me.
Without looking at the screen, I slide the ignore button.
Libby’s hand reaches out seeking mine.
This is how I want it to always be. I want to be her source of comfort, safety, and love.
“Blue?” she whispers. “Either answer it or throw it in the hall. I’m fine.” Her soft laugh contradicts the sweat plastering her brow. “Besides, it could be Char checking in.”
Her grip tightens on my knuckles as another contraction rolls through her.
When the chime goes off again, I dig out my phone with a groan, but slide to accept.
“Blue? Thank fucking God.” Wade’s voice is far away. “You finally answered.”
“I’m kinda busy right now. Libby’s in labor.” I hope that’s enough to get him to the point.
Wade can be long winded sometimes.
“Shit, sorry. But I’m in a bind. Can you get someone you trust to swing by?” There’s a faint clattering sound in the background. “Yours is the only number I could get to dial.”
“What’s going on, Wade?” I don’t really have the attention span for him at the moment, but he has my interest piqued.
He lets out a long sigh.
“Dude, she’s gone. And she left me handcuffed to the bed.” He finally spills. “I need someone to let me out.”
Holy shit.
I have to drop the speaker away from my mouth so I don’t laugh loud enough for him to hear me.
“Sure, bud. I’ll see what I can do.” I’m not leaving, but can send Dix a text.
I wish I could be a fly on the wall for that one.
“Thanks. Oh, and good luck. Wade is a great name for a baby if it’s a boy.” He’s still laughing when I cut the call.
“Everything okay?” Libby bites her bottom lip, pain tightening her features.
“Perfect, rebel. Wade was just trying to give me really shitty advice.” I smile down at her, then wipe the droplet of sweat running down her temple.
“Blue? I have to push.” Her grunt emphasizes her words.
Watching her body tremble with strain, I can’t help but admire just how fucking strong she really is.
My very own hurricane, fighting for what she wants most in the world.