Epilogue
Cricket
Crash isn’t in garrison when Sly and Erick ride out the next morning, my motorcycle tied down in the bed of a nice Ford Raptor.
He left me two pairs of pants, shirts, and one pair of boots, as no one thought to grab my clothes off the top of the conex at the compound.
I’m sure the day someone finds them, they are going to be very confused.
He also left me a thousand dollars in cash with a note that said,
Congratulations on finding your mate.
I’m happy for you, brother. Truly.
I only want the best for you both.
Buy Doralee anything she wants.
She deserves it for putting up with your cocky ass.
Crash
“You ready, babe?”
Doralee shakes Colonel Packard’s hand and turns to me. “Ready.”
She’s on administrative leave pending an investigation that will exonerate her and crucify her boss, teammate, and anyone else who is dirty within the DHS.
The ATF has their own investigation to do, but according to Bennett—who managed to survive the night—Rumpert offered him a lot of money to keep his mouth shut and play along.
Pretty sure he’s going to jail anyway.
“Where are we going?” She smiles at me from the passenger seat.
“I got us a room.” Waggling my brows, I don’t ask her if it’s okay this time. I not only know it’s okay, I know my mate can’t get enough of me and is probably wet right now.
Fuck, the idea makes my cock twitch and my mouth water.
She spreads a shit-eating grin on her face because she also knows I can’t get enough of her. “Did you now?”
“Yes, babe. I’m taking you to Steamboat Springs where I have booked us a private room with a hot spring mineral tub and a king-sized bed. But first we’ll go shopping so you can buy a nice dress for dinner tonight.”
“Fancy.” She smiles.
I grab her hand and bring it to my lips, reciting the words I’ve been forming in my head for the last two days.
“I didn’t wine and dine you before I marked you, and for that I’m sorry.
You deserve every luxury, babe. Every indulgence.
And while I don’t have a lot, I will spend my life reminding you how special and loved you are. ”
Doralee squeezes my hand as I rest them on my thigh. “I love you too, but I don’t need expensive things, Cricket. I just need you.”
“You have me, Doralee. Forever.”
We arrive in town, grab a light lunch and shop at a few boutiques before we make it to our room. Doralee twirls with her dress held up to her body, a silky royal blue sheath with high thigh slits and a deep plunging neckline.
“I don’t…” I shake my head. “I mean, it’s beautiful, but I’m going to have to gut every man who looks twice at you tonight. And every man is going to look twice at you.”
“Awww! You say the sweetest things,” Doralee teases. She shrieks when I lunge for her, wrapping my hands around her hips and pulling her down on top of the bed with me. The first taste of her lips has my cat purring as she fumbles with the hem of my shirt. “I need you inside of me, Kitty.”
“You are begging for a spanking, babe.” And I know she is because I spanked her last night, and it made her pussy gush.
“Am I?” She yanks her shirt off next, throwing both on the floor.
Rolling her to her back, I grab her wrists and pin her down, my cat purring louder and coming forward in my eyes. “Tell me you like it.”
“I do.”
“Which part do you like best, Doralee? My hands, my cock—” I lick from between her breasts, up her neck, over her chin, and between her lips, “—or my tongue?”
Her dark eyes turn molten and she bites my lip playfully. “I don’t think I remember your tongue.”
“Oh, really?” I dip my head, teasing her nipples with my teeth until she’s writhing beneath me. Pulling back, I let my eyes travel over every inch of her when I get a bright idea. “I like having you squirm underneath me. How would you feel about me tying your wrists to the headboard?”
“Do I get to restrain you someday?”
“Yes,” I solemnly vow.
This seems to excite her. “Okay.”
Letting go of one of her hands, I unfasten and rip my web belt out of the loops, pulling her higher on the mattress.
She helps me out by reaching over her head, her fingers wrapping around two thick wood posts.
I do quick work with my belt, fairly impressed with myself since I’ve never done this before. “Too tight?”
“No.” Doralee licks her lips, and I think I’m uncovering a deep secret desire of hers.
I move down her body, unfastening her jeans and sliding them, along with her panties, down her legs. Yanking off her boots and socks, I toss everything into a pile on the floor. “You don’t remember my tongue, huh?”
She giggles. “I think it’s coming back to me.”
“Oh, it’ll be coming.” I kneel on the end of the bed, holding the backs of her ankles in my palms and spreading her legs wide in the air while staring into her eyes. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.”
Her eyes sparkle, but she says nothing as I turn my face and press a kiss to her ankle, her calf, knee, and inner thigh before pulling back and doing it again on the other leg.
I do this again and again, each time leaning a little closer to her pussy, exhaling a hot breath against her wet lips with every pass.
It doesn’t take long before she’s tilting her hips, begging me to lick and suck her tender clit into my mouth. “Please.”
I grin and peer up between her legs. “Do you remember my tongue now?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Is it your favorite?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I can’t pick one part of you that is my favorite, because I love all of you.”
“Ahhhhh, good answer.” Sighing, I bury my face into her sweet pussy.
Licking, sucking, and plunging my tongue deep inside her perfect cunt, I’m rewarded by her moans, gasps, and writhing hips.
Every time she’s come with me, I’ve scratched or bit her with my fangs, and while I believe it is completely safe, I’d like to make her come on my own tonight.
Making a small chirping noise in the back of my throat, I suck her clit between my teeth and flick it with my tongue until her thighs tighten around my head.
“Oh, Cricket!” Her hips buck and thighs shake as she rides out her orgasm, her pussy pushing sweet cum onto my waiting tongue. I suck up every drop as if it's the only thing keeping me alive, and I suppose in some ways that’s exactly what Doralee is—my life.
I nuzzle her thighs until she fully relaxes and lets her legs drop wide. “I love you, babe.”
She doesn’t answer, and I pull my head up to look at her.
Doralee stares back at me with a sassy smirk on her face as she clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth and taunts, “Here kitty, kitty, kitty.”
Leaping off the bed, I make quick work of shucking my pants and grip my hard cock in my hand. Her eyes widen and she licks her lips again in invitation.
“Do you want me to feed you my cock, babe?”
She nods.
“Too bad.” I flip her over and kneel on the bed again, lifting her hips and adjusting the belt around her wrists. One hard smack on her ass and arousal trickles down her inner thigh. “Fuck, you love this.”
“Yes!” She yelps when I smack her other cheek with one hand while slipping the head of my cock through the moisture seeping out of her pussy. “Please.”
“Please what, babe?”
“Please fuck me, Cricket.”
I line up and thrust my hips forward, her cunt gripping me tight the moment I fill her.
I wrap my fingers around her waist and pump my hips fast, learning last night that my mate likes to be spanked, bit, and fucked mercilessly.
She cries out and I pull in and out of her, slick arousal slipping out to coat both of our thighs.
It’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
Reaching around, I slip my middle finger over her clit. “Are you going to come for me again?”
“Yes,” Doralee pants as her pussy pulses seconds before she goes over the edge.
I’m right behind her, gripping her ass cheeks in my hands while seating myself to the base, my cock shooting rope after rope of cum deep into my mate’s womb. I collapse over her back and pressing my lips against her spine while fighting to catch my breath.
“Don’t ever stop.” Doralee pussy milks me for a few more drops, but I’ve given her all I have to give for the moment. I reach over her head and unfasten my belt, noticing she could have easily slipped out of her binds if she’d wanted to. But she didn’t, and that tells me a lot about my mate.
I flop down on the bed and pull her into my chest, her ass nestled against my cock. “Don’t ever stop what, babe?”
“Loving me.”
“Never.”
Three days later we’re home in Broken Falls and I’m bringing my mate to meet the family.
We drive in Crash’s truck—because although I’ll ride when it’s cold and treacherous outside, I’ll never risk my mate’s safety—to Wiley’s house, where Jimmy built an epic outdoor barbecue area, a fire pit, and a full size swing set strong enough to hold Kade’s big ass.
Doralee exits the truck with a shoofly pie in her hands, which I guess is something West Virginians bring to potlucks.
I told her we didn’t have to cook anything, but she wouldn’t hear of it.
So last night I ran to the store to buy ingredients because you know my non-cooking ass doesn’t own a pie tin.
“Hi!’ Dinah and Geneva rush out of the house to greet us, while Erick and Wiley wave from the fire pit. “We’re so excited to meet you!”
“Hi back!’ Doralee meets them with the same energy and offers her pie as tribute.
“Come on in.” Geneva grabs the pie while Dinah hooks her arm with Doralee’s and before I know what’s happening, the two women abscond with my mate.
Shock must be all over my face, because Wiley points and laughs. “Yeah, that just happened to you.”
“Welcome home.” Erick offers a beer to me.
“Thanks.” I take it and twist off the top.
Kade stomps out the backdoor of the clinic, his phone in his hand. “Fucking hell.”
“What’s up?” Wiley asks.