Epilogue
One Year Later
Dane
“Please, you can relax,” the woman seated across from my wife and I says. She's dressed in a tailored navy suit with thin-rimmed glasses that do little to hide her piercing gaze. Her hair is pulled into a sleek bun, not a single strand out of place. The sharp angles of her jawline and high cheekbones give her an almost statuesque appearance.
Her presence is meant to intimidate, and it seems it's working. Well, not on me but on the ball of energy seated beside me. My wife has been on edge ever since she got the letter about the visit from ICE. An official was sent to make sure our marriage was not fraudulent.
Oh, it’s not in the least.
I never fancied myself as the kind of guy to settle down until I met Cherry. She’s brightened every day of my life since she walked into it. This marriage is as real as one can get, so I am not worried about this meeting.
The same cannot be said about my wife.
I can feel the tension radiating off her in waves like she's vibrating with anxiety. I take in the way her hands tremble, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her blouse, betraying her nerves. I wrap my arm around her shoulders, hoping to provide some comfort, and she instinctively leans into me.
This visit means everything to her.
I want to take away her fear and shield her from the weight of it all, but it's something she needs to see through.
“So, it says right here on your marriage license that you’ve been married for a year?”
“Sixty-nine weeks,” Cherry blurts out, her body tensing under my hand. “Sorry, I just wanted to clarify that.”
The woman who introduced herself earlier as Agent Jessica White, nods, scribbling something on her pad. “Right, one year and four months.” She taps her pen before lifting her eyes back to us. “So, how did your relationship start?”
Cherry turns to look at me in panic, and I stop myself from bursting out with laughter. It's clear this is stressing her despite us having discussed this meeting at length the previous night. “She’s a friend of my niece’s,” I respond. “She came to town for a visit.”
“Were you privy to her case before you married her?”
“No,” I answer truthfully, meeting Jessica's challenging gaze head-on. “Quite frankly, I didn't care why she was in town. I saw her, and I wanted her immediately. The connection was instantaneous, and I haven't stopped wanting her since.”
I turn to glance at my wife to find her watching me, her beautiful golden eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “Sorry,” she whispers, brushing a finger under her eyes. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s the hormones. I’m eight weeks pregnant with our first baby.” Love and affection pass between us that would be recognized even by a blind man.
Agent White clears her throat, and when we turn to face her, I catch the pink tint on her cheeks. She’s clearly touched by our open display of affection, but she’s not the only one. The ranch hands are always rolling their eyes when they see us together, pointing out how Cherry has me wrapped around her little finger.
They are not wrong.
There were fears at the beginning that my wife would resent me for being so devoted to my work, but those fears were present because I hadn't met the right person for me. How can there be resentment when my lovely wife is always out there with me? When I'm in the field, she's helping tend to the young or sick animals. The hands all love her because she dotes on them like a mother hen. She understands me like no one ever has. In the past, I would have scoffed at the idea of soulmates, but that is exactly what Cherry is.
Not even her horrible parents could get in the way of that, especially now that the law has caught up with them. They had fled south of the border, but were found and detained several months ago. Both were charged with human trafficking, fraud, and identity theft among others I don't care to remember.
It turned out that Michael and Ingrid Dunbar had been far more than adoptive parents, they were at the center of the organization that illegally paid young, desperate mothers to give their babies up for adoption. Those poor women had no idea that the people they were entrusting their babies to were criminals who preyed on the weak. And most of the adoptive parents were equally unaware. The Dunbars didn’t have the funds to secure a good attorney and were denied bail, causing them to be locked up until their trial is over. Whether or not their charges stick, they’ll not be coming anywhere near my wife, that’s for sure. Not as long as I live and breathe.
“Can you tell me about your first date?” Jessica asks, bringing my thoughts back to the present.
I smirk, turning to my wife. “It was the bonfire, wasn’t it, sweetheart?”
Cherry flushes, and I watch with mirth as her face fast turns the shade of her hair. “Y-yes,” she whispers, quickly glancing away. “The bonfire”
“And what did you do at this bonfire?”
“Nothing!” Cheery blurts out, panic wide in her eyes before she registers that the question was meant to be innocent. “I mean, we had drinks with the people who work on the ranch. Well, I didn’t drink that night, I’m not fond of beer, but Dane and the others had a beer or two, and we all had snacks, and I…um…I…”
“That’s all she needs to know, Cherry,” I manage through a barely contained laugh. From the flush on our guest’s face, I can tell she understands what Cherry is trying—or rather trying not to say.
The next questions are standard, giving details about our wedding, the location, and even how we spent our first anniversary. The agent—who walked in with a stern face an hour ago—leaves our home with flustered, promising to make a follow-up visit in a few weeks but assures us it's a formality more than anything. Anyone with half a mind can see that I am obsessed with my wife.
“How do you think we did?” Cherry asks, peeking through the windows as Agent White stops by her car to answer a call. I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her shoulders, burying my face in her hair and breathing in her soft scent.
“The agent was blushing when she left; I would give us a perfect score.”
“I was so nervous. I know she said we were good, but I’m still feeling a little shaky.”
I nuzzle her neck, pushing her hair to the side and kissing the spot behind her ear. She moans, angling her head to the side and offering me her neck. “Let me help you with that, baby,” I whisper into her skin. “By the time I am done, you’ll be shaking for an entirely different reason.”
My cock is as hard as nails in my jeans. It has been from the moment we started talking about the bonfire. It’s been a year since it that night, but my wife was so good, riding my finger without raising anyone’s suspicions. It was so hot when she came around my digit with her tight little pussy clenching hard around me like it would my cock.
Fuck!
The memory alone is enough to have my body heating up. I need to be inside of her now!
“Dane!” she whimpers when I fist her hair, sliding my free hand up her skirt and tugging down her panties. I need to recreate that moment back at the bonfire. There’s no crowd this time to excite her, but the ICE agent is only a few steps away from the house. If she needs confirmation about the validity of this marriage, then she’ll find out soon enough.
Cherry cries out in pleasure when I slide my middle finger into her sex, her arousal dripping down my palm when I start thrusting in and out of her. “More,” she whimpers, arching into my touch. “Dane, m-more. Please.”
I work another finger into her sex, using my thumb to stroke her swelling bud until she’s sobbing her release. Her pussy clenches and unclenches wildly around my fingers, moisture dripping down my hand.
My cock is hard, aching behind my zipper as I pull my fingers away. I spin her around so she's facing me before wrapping my forearm around her back and lifting her. I sit her on the windowsill before tearing at my jeans, my breathing labored as I pull out my cock. “She's still out there,” I tell my wife as I guide my cock inside of her. “If you are too loud, she'll hear you.”
“God, no,” Cherry pants, wrapping her legs around me. Her back arches with a cry when I slam forward and bury my cock in her tightness. “Oh God, Dane!” she cries despite her previous conviction to stay quiet, but I don't care to mute her cries as my hips slap against hers, the wet sounds of our lovemaking filling the living room. “Yes, harder, oh God!”
“Do you like that, sweetheart? Your husband fucking your tight little pussy close enough for our guest to hear?” I tease, pumping my cock into her harder and faster.
“No, I…. Oh God!” she sobs, clawing my shoulder, and her heels digging into my back as I rail her against the window, thrusting my cock into her tight channel in a punishing rhythm, her pleasured noises a clear indication of how much she loves it.
“Bet she can hear you. Think she’ll write down what a slut my wife is for my dick? Right next to how much you like riding my finger—”
Cherry orgasms with a choked sob, one that sends trembles racking her entire body. Her sex cinches hard around me, making me roar with my own climax. I slam my mouth down on hers, swallowing her cries as I pound into her, taking her hard and rough until I’ve flooded her pussy with my seed.
Our lovemaking is often soft and filled with gentle touches, but at times, we both turn into animals that want to breathe each other's air. This is one of those moments. Cherry drops her head against my chest, her breathing as labored as mine. “Do you think she heard us?”
I have no doubt our guest did hear the sounds of our lovemaking, but I don't think my wife will like that answer. “All that matters now is that there is no doubt around our marriage. Now everyone in town and outside of it knows you belong to me.” I push back from the embrace before reaching for the hand that wears her wedding ring. The yellow gold band I gave her a year ago and diamond one that was a more recent gift glitter in the light, but their beauty doesn't compare even a fraction to the woman wearing them.
“I love you,” she whispers brokenly, brushing her lips over mine. “You make me feel special.”
“You are special. You’re my entire world.” And will remain so until my last breath .
~The End
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