Epilogue
Finn, Six Months Later
E very inch of my body aches after the day I’ve had. It was tagging day for the cattle, and it was chaos all the way through. One shitstorm after another. Thank the Lord it’s Friday, and I luckily don’t have to see another cow for a few days. I’ve never been happier about having a weekend crew as I am right now. It’s nearly seven in the evening by the time I walk through the front door, much later than I’m typically home. As I kick off my boots, I strain my ears, trying to hear Tucker and Ash, but instead I hear…nothing?
Ash’s car is parked out front, so I know he’s here. And I suppose Tuck could already be in bed, but it’s kind of early for him, especially for a Friday.
“Hello?” Strolling farther into the house, I’m stopped in my tracks when Ash rounds the corner from the kitchen, my eyes widening as my gaze rakes down his form, arousal instantly flooding my system. Dressed in a tiny black and white maid’s costume and thigh high fishnet stockings, Ash holds an obscenely large fluffer duster in his hand as he pops his hip, a sexy smirk quirking his lips. “What’s all this?” I drawl, my lips curled into a grin as I look him in the eye.
“I heard daddy had quite the day,” he purrs as he closes the distance between us, running his finger down the column of my chest before hooking under the waistband of my jeans. “I figured coming home to a nice, clean house would make you happy.”
Using the hold he has on my pants, he leads me into the living room.
“Oh yeah?” I ask as he shoves me down into the recliner. “And who told you that?”
Ash saunters away from me toward the stand the record player sits on, hips sashaying from side to side. The maid’s skirt he’s wearing is so short half of his ass is on display, and fuck , it’s a damn good view. He runs the fluffer over the top of the shelf before throwing me a sultry look over his shoulder.
“Gentry told me when he swung by to pick up Tucker a couple hours ago.” His teeth sink into his plush bottom lip before he returns his attention to the record player. A moment later, music fills the air, and Ash gets to work.
Taking his time, he puts on a show as he “dusts” the stack of records sitting on top of the stand. When he’s done with those, he turns to face me, sets the fluffer down on the surface before he slowly and seductively removes the tiny black and white top. Heat zips through my veins as he lets the material fall to the ground. His rosy nipples are hard, the jewelry decorating them glinting under the flame from the candle he has lit on the shelf beside him.
My cock thickens, straining against the restricting denim, and as I grip myself over my pants, Ash’s gaze drops, watching me as his tongue pokes out, wetting his lips. Continuing with the dusting, he stops after every one, removing another article of clothing until he’s standing before me in nothing more than the fishnets. He flashes me a smirk that makes my cock leak as he turns away from me, bending down to dust the lower shelf, and that’s when I see it… The pink jewel butt plug he’s wearing.
“Get the fuck over here,” I growl, needing my hands on his body.
“Patience, daddy,” he purrs as he stands and turns, sauntering toward me. His beautiful mismatched eyes are hooded and darkened, brimming with lust. Tossing the fluffer onto the couch, he kneels in front of me, hands coming to my belt buckle. Peering up at me from beneath his lashes, he murmurs, “I’ve missed you so much today…”
“Is that so?”
Teeth sinking into his bottom lip again, he nods, popping open the buckle before moving to my jeans. Never taking his eyes off me, he flicks the button open before dragging the zipper down. Ash frees my stiff cock, fisting it as he pumps it nice and slow.
“Thought you had plans with your sister tonight,” I mutter through gritted teeth, the softness of his palm like heaven against my aching length.
Their relationship has been doing a lot better the past six months since she found out about us. She’ll even come over here sometimes and have a movie night with us.
“She had to reschedule.” His voice is like melted butter as it covers me. “And when your dad offered to take Tucker, I knew exactly how I wanted to spend my evening.”
“And how’s that?”
Dragging the flat of his tongue along the slit, he licks up the arousal pooling, groaning as he tastes it. “By riding daddy’s cock, of course.”
Hands gripping both arms of the chair, I breathe harshly through my nose before asking, “And you’ve got yourself all ready for me, haven’t you?”
Standing up, Ash nods before turning around. Bending at the waist, he glances back at me. “Can you take it out for me, please, Daddy?”
A growl rumbling in my chest, I palm his ass cheeks, fingers digging into the meaty flesh as my gaze takes in the sight before me. His balls hang heavily between his legs, and the plug decorates his hole. As I gently tug on it, slowly pulling it out, his back muscles bunch, and he lets out a low, needy moan that sends my blood ablaze. Unable to help myself, I spread him open with my hands and lean in, letting my nose graze along the length of his crease. His heady, intoxicating scent fills my senses, causing my dick to twitch.
Needing to taste him first, I let my tongue explore, swirling around the puckered hole before dipping inside. His groans and breathy cries spur me on, and after a moment, I can’t take it anymore. I crack a hand down on his ass, making him yelp, before he turns around, flushed cheeks and a sexy smile curling his lips.
“What’re ya waitin’ for, baby?” I drawl, sitting back in the chair as I stroke my cock for him to watch. “Get the fuck over here and show daddy how much you missed me today.”
His Adam’s apple rolls in his throat against a swallow, and he reaches into the side of the couch, pulling out a bottle of lube he must’ve stashed there. Ash wastes no time coating my length with the cool gel before adding a little more to his hole. Tossing the bottle back onto the couch, he climbs into my lap and lines us up, sinking down inch by inch as he holds my heated gaze. His tight heat surrounds me, sucking me in and squeezing the life out of me. Jaw slack, his eyes glaze over as I fully seat myself inside of him.
“Fuck,” he gasps.
I wrap a hand around the back of his neck and haul his mouth to mine. “Kiss me,” I growl, and he does. Fusing his lips to mine, he opens up, letting me lick into his mouth as he begins to move on my lap. His movements are slow at first, cautious while his body adjusts to my size like he has to every time. My chest expands, heart thundering as we lose ourselves to this kiss and the way he’s riding me.
Ash rests his forehead on mine, his breath fanning my lips as he bounces up and down on me faster. “You stretch me so good,” he moans. “I’ve thought about having your cock fill me all day.”
A growl rumbles in my chest. “This is exactly what I need after the day I’ve had.”
A grin slides up his face. “You like the way I ride you, daddy?”
My hands find his hips, nails biting into the skin. “You fuckin’ know I do, baby.”
The outside world fades into the background, all stress from my day melting away as my cock slides in and out of his tight channel. Gazes locked, Ash’s brows scrunch up and his lips part, the sexiest sounds falling from them. Like always, I can’t fucking get enough of him. How he feels wrapped around me, his hole constricting my dick as he takes what he wants from me. His cock is swollen and glistening between us, dripping a sticky mess onto my stomach.
“You gonna fill me with your cum, daddy?” He smirks.
“Fuck yes,” I breathe, heat flooding my system, my balls throbbing.
Ash moans as he grinds on my lap, eyes rolling back. “Touch me,” he pants. “Stroke my dick, daddy. Please.” He cries out as my fist wraps around him, pumping him roughly as we both soar toward the cliff’s edge. “Oh, fuck! Yes… fuck!”
“That’s it, baby,” I grit out, my release spreading like wildfire in my groin. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel your hole choke my cock.”
“I’m close,” Ash moans as his eyes slam shut. “Don’t stop…”
“Open your eyes,” I growl, a wave of arousal ripping through me as he listens. “You look at me when you come, understood?”
Bottom lip tucked between his teeth, he nods, whimpering as he inches closer.
“Good,” I rasp. “Now, milk daddy’s cock. Give me your cum, baby.”
“Oh, fuckkkk,” he groans. “I’m… Fuck, I’m coming.”
“Atta boy,” I growl. His ass clenches around my cock as the first hot, thick spurt lands on my chest. Ash crashes his mouth down on mine as his releases grips him, and I swallow down his moans as my balls tighten and my cock pulses, spilling inside of him as pleasure racks up and down my spine, spreading to every part of my body.
As soon as we finish, Ash’s body melts into mine, his face burying in the crook of my neck as his chest heaves with rapid, shallow breaths. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight.
“What a way to end the day,” I murmur, and his shoulders shake with a chuckle.
“Right?” He pulls back, hands coming to cup my face. “Top tier start to the weekend.”
After a moment, he climbs off my lap and grabs my hand, leading me down the hall into our room. A smile curls on my lips at that— our room— I don’t think I’ll ever get over the sound of that. Prior to people knowing about us, Ash slept in here almost every night as it was, but after we told Tucker and my family, we officially moved his stuff in, turning his old room into a guestroom instead.
In the bathroom, Ash turns on the shower before undressing me, peppering my chest with kisses as he does. His touch is gentle and reverent, and after he removes his fishnets, he leads me into the shower, where he takes his time washing me. Once he rinses all the soap from my body, it’s my turn. Starting with his hair, I lather it with shampoo before rinsing it all out and applying conditioner. Since moving in here, Ash has educated me on the importance of conditioner.
Apparently, shampoo only isn’t enough. Who knew?
Once his hair is clean, I take my time, thoroughly cleaning his body, stopping every so often to kiss his mouth deeply.
I can’t think of another time in my life when I was as happy as I have been since admitting my feelings for Ash. The way he so perfectly weaved into our family, and the way it feels as if he was always meant to be there, will never not make me choke up. The way he loves Tucker as if he were his own blood-related son is everything I always wanted for Tucker, but never truly believed would happen. Having him move in and be my son’s nanny was the best decision I ever could’ve made. And as I finish washing the suds off his beautiful body, I relish the fact that one day, this man will be my husband. One day, I will get down on one knee and ask him to marry me.
He doesn’t know it yet, but hidden away underneath my socks and briefs in the top drawer of my dresser is the ring I’m going to give him when I propose. I don’t know when that’ll be yet. I’m trying to take things slow because I don’t want to scare him off, and it’s only been six months. But when the time is right, I’ve got the ring.
Ash Tudor will be my husband, and fuck, I cannot wait for that.
After my divorce, I never wanted to get married again. I was adamant about that, but like with everything else about our relationship, Ash has a way of making me want things I never thought I would.
Turning off the faucet, we climb out, taking our time drying each other off before we head to the kitchen to eat. What started out as a crappy day has turned into one I’ll remember for years to come, and as we curl up together in bed, I can’t help but feel so overwhelmed with the love I feel for him. It’s all-consuming.
Glancing down at him, I brush a strand of wet, slightly curly hair off his forehead. “I love you, Ash.”
His gaze softens and his cheeks pink up the same way they always do when I tell him that. “I love you, Finn.”
Through all the struggles, all the years of being alone, everything worked out, and I couldn’t be happier.
The End.
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