Epilogue
Mira
“Oh, wow!” I breathe out the word slowly and stare at the clearing. “I get why you picked this one!”
We’re deep in the mountains of Courage County.
I’m not even sure this trail is on a map, but Cord insisted he had the perfect place in mind.
Now, staring at the waterfall, I have to agree.
The climb was rough, and I stopped to throw up a couple of times.
I could tell Cord was concerned, but I just waved it off.
It’s only a little bit of morning sickness, though I’m not sure he’s realized that just yet.
I’m sure he’s going to be overbearing the moment he puts it together.
“This isn’t even the best part yet,” he says, raising his voice to be heard over the sound of the water. “There’s a cave behind it. We can get in there.”
“No way! Show me!” I snap a picture of the hike.
I have a whole photo album of hikes we’ve done together, and we’ve only been married for six months.
I wonder how many albums I’ll have in six years.
Or sixty. There’s a thought that makes me smile.
In sixty years, we’ll have done hundreds of hikes and had plenty of big babies and adopted so many beautiful dogs.
I follow him along the path until just like he said, we’re behind the waterfall. The cave shields us from the sound, and a fine mist coats my arms. After how hot and sweaty I got during our hike, it’s perfect.
He opens his backpack and pulls out a picnic blanket.
I smile at the gingham blanket that’s already seen so many adventures with us.
He spreads it over the cave floor then sets up a circle of battery powered lanterns around us.
It’s a soft, romantic glow and the waterfall behind us is gentle white noise.
I couldn’t have asked for a more private spot, and it feels amazing to be alone with my husband here.
I settle onto the blanket and roll my neck, trying to work some of the tension out of it. His hands are on me instantly, massaging my aching body.
I lean into his touch. I love the way I don’t even have to say a word. He sees me hurting or in pain, and he just takes care of it. The same way I did with his debt five months ago.
He wasn’t happy about me doing that, but I can tell the weight that was on his shoulders is gone. I know the other men at the ranch would have stepped in and helped him if they had the funds, but there was no way.
The ranch is still only a few years old, and given Bronco’s focus on helping veterans, it’s not likely to ever be crazy profitable.
But that doesn’t mean it’s not an amazing cause and yeah, maybe I anonymously donated to it.
The way I look at it, the veterans have given everything, and I want to give back to them even if only in this small way.
“That feels so good,” I moan, melting into him. He always does this. He just touches me and leaves me a puddle of goo.
“Want me to go lower?” He asks, his voice a soft rumble like the waterfall. I love it when he gets that note in his voice. I know exactly where this is going to end. With me on my back. Screaming his name into the cave.
He doesn’t have to work hard to convince me. In less than two minutes, I’m stretched out on the blanket with a camping pillow beneath my head. “You planned for this.”
“Can never be too prepared.” He leans over my body, careful to keep his weight from pressing down on me.
Then he kisses me, softly and gently exploring my mouth with his tongue.
I love this about my husband. He never rushes this part.
He takes just as much pleasure in kissing me as he does everything else.
I wind my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. His hair is soft and sweaty beneath my fingertips. Making love to him after we’ve been hiking is one of my favorite things. All of my senses are heightened.
He presses kisses along my jaw before he nuzzles my neck again. His beard tickles my skin, and I stroke it with my hand. It’s going to be damp too in just a minute.
He trails his kisses lower and lower until he pulls up my clingy athletic top. He stares at my bright pink bra, and the look on his face has me growing even slicker between my thighs. He pulls the straps gently from my shoulders, and cool air rushes over my breasts as he bares me.
Then he lowers his head, sucking one of my tight buds into his mouth. He spends long moments feasting on me and growling like he’s wild and hungry and in desperate need of his next meal.
I squeeze my thighs together, trying to get some of the friction I need. But it barely does anything. “Move along.”
He lets go of my breast with a wet pop and takes a moment to grin. “So bossy, wife.”
He leans down again, trailing his lips and fingers across my stomach. Every kiss is gentle, and unexpectedly, tears leak from my eyes.
“You okay?” There’s only concern in his voice. “What’s going on? Are you uncomfortable? Do you need a thicker blanket?”
“No,” I sniff and manage to compose myself after a long minute. He’s cupping my cheek and staring down at me. The look of affection and concern on his face has me whispering, “I was just thinking about how you’re going to be an amazing father.”
“You’re—you’re pregnant?” His hand goes to my bare stomach, touching my rounded curves. I’m not showing yet, but there’s a little life in there. How is it that I’m the luckiest girl in the world? I have a husband who adores me, and we just made a baby.
“Yeah, you knocked me up, stud.”
He breaks into a full belly laugh. “Fuck, Mira. You keep making our life together better.”
“I know,” I murmur and put a hand on his neck, pulling him close. I give him a big, long kiss. “Now, give me an orgasm.”
“My pregnant wife gets all the orgasms,” he insists and reaches for my hiking pants. He helps me shimmy out of them. My pussy is swollen and heated, and he wastes no time diving in.
The first slide of his tongue over my folds has me whimpering. There’s no way I can think about anything else when it feels so good to have his tongue there. He licks me slowly, making soft growls in his throat.
“That feels really good today,” I tell him with the next pass of his tongue. He rolls it against my slick center. He does it again and again until more moisture gushes from my pussy.
“So pretty,” he murmurs against my heated flesh before he sucks my puffy clit into his mouth. Tingles race down my spine, and I gasp his name again when he thrusts two fingers into my aching channel.
He knows exactly what I need as he sets a quick rhythm, pushing me higher and higher. When the orgasm hits, it knocks the breath from my lungs and for a moment I can’t see anything. There’s only the feeling of pleasure and the sounds he’s making as he gives it to me.
He works me through two more orgasms until I’m panting and begging for his cock. He kisses his way back up my body, and I taste myself when he kisses my lips. It’s erotic and messy and so damn perfect.
I nudge his shoulder and he lets me roll him onto his back.
He’s tough and in control, but he’s letting me take over right now.
I reach for his pants, unbuttoning them.
I take his cock out, but I don’t give it any attention.
He just spent long moments teasing me. It’s my turn now.
“Do you know how much I love it when you’re all sweaty like this? So hot and virile.”
I lean down and lick his nipple. He shudders, and it makes me feel powerful to know I can make this burly man shiver. When I suck the hard tip into my mouth, he spears his fingers through my hair and groans.
Beneath my body, I feel his pre-cum smear against my thigh. He’s desperate to be inside me, and I wiggle against him.
After a long moment, I blow on his nipple and turn my attention to the other one. I give it the same attention, delighted when I feel him angle his hips up to grind against my soft body. His hands move to my ass where he kneads and squeezes my cheeks until I’m humping against him.
He flips us back over, pinning me beneath him. He’s extra careful to keep his weight off of me even as he fills me up with his big cock. He thrusts inside, careful to keep his movements shallow.
“I won’t break,” I tell him, reaching to cup his face. His beard is wet, still damp from the way he gave me three orgasms, and I imagine his jaw is aching. But he never complains. He always just eats my pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever had in his life.
He continues his steady pace until I wrap a leg around his hips and call his name. I take his earlobe between my teeth, pressing down on the tender flesh then say, “Fuck your wife.”
His control snaps and suddenly he’s pounding into me and playing with my clit. His grunts fill the air as I chant his name over and over again. Then he’s falling over the edge with me, his come shooting into my pussy and spilling all over the blanket.
He lies beside me; his body is still intertwined with mine. I face his scarred chest and trace invisible patterns in his skin. I can feel his heart rate slowing down and hear his breathing returning to normal.
“I can’t believe you’re giving me a baby,” he says softly when he can talk again without panting.
I think about how badly he’s wanted a family and how much I still miss my mom. This little life is precious to both of us. “Do you think if it’s a girl, we could name her after my mom?”
“I figure I already got the fun part. Now, you’re carrying my big baby for nine months. In my book, that means you get to name him or her whatever you want.”
I chuckle. “Do you remember when we got married? You said it was the start of our forever? Well, this is turning into a really great forever.”
I never imagined when I bought a cowboy at auction that he would become my husband or that we’d fall in love. I definitely didn’t imagine this amazing life we’re building together, and here it is. Love is the best adventure of all.