Epilogue
EVERLY
Two Months Later
“Grave!”
“Yep!?”
“A little help, please?”
I groaned as my head flopped back onto the pillow.
I listened as Grave’s footsteps padded into the room.
His arms wrapped around me and helped me upright as my hand fell to my stomach.
I was massive, and getting bigger as the days passed on.
Grave settled to his knees and placed his lips against my protruding belly button, smiling as my hand scratched at my stretch marks.
“You need to give Mom a break,” Grave said into my stomach. “You won’t let her sleep and now she can’t get up.”
“You tell ‘em,” I said breathlessly.
“You’re my boy. But you need to treat your mom with respect,” he said.
I placed my hand on top of Grave’s head as he spoke to our baby boy.
I was two months pregnant and felt like a beached fucking whale already.
I had to pee every hour. I wasn’t sleeping well.
And now, I couldn’t sit up out of bed without feeling like I was going to puke.
He grabbed my hands and helped me to my swollen feet, then ushered me into the kitchen.
“What smells so good?” I asked as I sniffed the air.
“Breakfast. Buttered toast, apple butter that Knox and Monroe brought over, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and hot sauce-”
“Ooh, do we have sour cream?” I asked.
“Already on the table,” he said with a smile.
He helped me sit down and the two of us began to eat.
Breakfast was the best meal of the day, and Grave always knew how to do it right.
I scarfed down his eggs and ate two pieces of toast before diving into the fruit salad Grave had made.
My morning sickness never went away, and it never came in the morning either.
Like clockwork, once nine in the evening rolled around, I was nauseous. Every single time. No matter what.
“I take it the breakfast is good?” Grave asked with a grin.
I moaned in approval before I took another bite of my toast.
“I’m glad you like it,” he said.
“What do you have on your agenda today?” I asked.
“Got church with the guys and then I think they want to take me out for one last hurrah before the baby gets here.”
“Does that mean Monroe’s coming over tonight?”
“She’s probably going to ask.”
“Then tell her there’s plenty of stuff for us to snack on and they’re welcome to come have a girl’s night,” I said with a smile.
But I saw the way Grave’s face fell and it worried me.
“Still panicked about the RICO case?” I asked.
“It’s still pending. Despite what we do and the actions we take to figure out who’s saying what, we’re all under the heat. I want to wrap all this shit up before Landon gets here, but I’m not sure if that’s going to happen.”
I reached over and took Grave’s hand within mine and brought it to my lips for a kiss.
“I know you’re not the rat,” I said. “I love you. I sit with you every day. I sleep beside you. I make love to you. I’m carrying your child.”
“And you look beautiful doing it,” he said.
“I know you’re not the one doing this. And I know you guys are worried that either myself or Monroe are one of the ones doing this.”
“I know you’re not.”
“It’s okay to be worried about us getting together. But I can promise you, we have nothing to do with this.”
“I’m going to have my phone on me all night,” he said. “If something happens or if Monroe says some-”
“When Monroe’s here, she’s safe and outside of scrutiny.
But, if she says something I think is odd, I’ll let you know.
You know this,” I said. “I want you to go out tonight and have a good time with the guys. Let all of this slide to the side, okay? We got through the big hurdle. My brother is in jail for a very long time and isn’t getting out anytime soon. Let’s take the time to celebrate that.”
“Okay,” he said. “You’re right. Okay.”
“I’m always right,” I said with a wink. “I just enjoy hearing it from you.”
Grave got up and walked around the table before he planted a kiss onto my lips. I melted into the taste of him. The hot sauce that still burned his skin. My hands rose to his hair and he helped me out of the chair, then the two of us stumbled to the couch.
“I think I’m still a little hungry,” he said as his eyes darkened.
“Then by all means,” I said as I spread my legs, “take a bite.”
Grave kissed down my neck and all the worries faded away from my body.
My brother and his jail time fell from my mind and this shit with the RICO case and the rat fled from my memory.
Grave’s lips were hot on my bare pussy as his tongue dipped in, and I wasted no time in rolling into his lips.
I was insatiable. Sexually frustrated at all times while I was swollen with his child.
And Grave never hesitated to bend to my every whim.
I loved him. I loved being swollen with his child.
And every time I looked at the engagement ring on my finger, it reminded me of the life I would lead with him.
The family I would have with him. The love I would share with him for the rest of my life.
“Oh. Grave. What a way to wake up,” I said with a groan.
He groaned into my pussy and I felt myself dripping down his lips.
I had moved in with Grave the second we found out I was pregnant. He insisted I quit my job at the grocery store, but I told him I would be working until I no longer could. But the exhaustion I experienced all the way through my second trimester made me bow out of work around four months.
And I never looked back.
“Lick that pussy, Grave. Yes. Oh, oh shit. It’s. I’m so-”
My hips arched into his tongue and I raked my clit against it.
Ground into his lips and tugged on his hair until I was sure I’d pull it from his scalp.
His hands gripped tightly to the excess of my hips that had bloomed over the course of my pregnant, and I shook against his face as juices dripped down the crack of my ass.
I heard fabric drop to the floor before he stood up, his cock pulsing with need and dripping with precum.
I slid to the edge of the couch and wrapped my arms around his thighs.
I pulled him closer to me, sliding his cock to the back of my throat.
I loved the taste of him. The way he fisted my hair and guided my movements along his thick dick.
I might control his house now that I lived with Grave, but he would always control my body.
Have my heart. Guide my soul. I trusted him with everything I had and I knew I’d be safe so long as I was with him.
“I love you,” he said as my eyes panned up to his.
His free hand came down and cupped my cheek as I slid his cock to the back of my throat.
“I love you too,” I said with a smile.
Grave chuckled at the muffled phrase before he pulled me from his cock.
“Didn’t someone teach you not to talk with your mouth full?” he asked.
I found my back quickly against the couch as he threw my legs over his shoulders.
He slid into me and I shook. Quaked. Quivered around him.
He filled me so well. So perfectly. And my swollen pussy walls throbbed around him.
He dropped to his hands, hovering over me as our eyes connected.
I rose my left hand to cup his cheek and he kissed the finger sitting on my hand.
“We still haven’t set a date, you know,” Grave said.
I brought his lips to mine as his cock pulsed against my walls.
“How about Christmas Eve?” I asked.
“You want to do a wedding on Christmas Eve?”
“Why not? It would be pretty. We could go somewhere that snows. Take Landon with us. Have a short ceremony. Get snowed in at a cabin somewhere.”
He slid his cock out and eased back into me, making me gasp for air.
“Is that what you want?” Grave asked.
His hands found mine and threaded our fingers together.
“Yes,” I said with a whisper. “It’s what I want.”
He pinned my hands above my head as he gently folded me as far as I could go.
“Then it’s what you’ll get,” Grave said. “Anything and everything you could possibly want.”
“I love you,” I said as he slid from my pussy.
And he rocked against me until we came together, murmuring ‘I love you’’s as the love we had for one another poured from every cell of our bodies.