Epilogue Reva
Islip in the door and shut it quietly. It’s midnight and I had to go out on a late-night call. I don’t want to wake Tom or the kids.
I smile when I see the blankets piled up on the couch. I should have known.
Tom pops his head up and smiles sleepily at me. “Hey, baby girl. How are you? Did everything go alright?”
I nod my head and slip out of my coat and shoes. “It’s out and it didn’t spread. Only thing that burned was the house and Mrs. Withers was already moved in with her daughter out of state so nobody was inside.”
I climb onto the couch and curl up on my husband’s chest, feeling all the stress of the day melt off of me, curling my fingers into his bare chest.
“How did things go with the kids today?” Tom and I work opposite schedules so that our kids always have a parent home with them. It works although it means that we have less time alone together. Which is why when we do have a few minutes to ourselves it’s so damn special.
“Fine. Although Fee managed to get in trouble today.”
“Oh no! She didn’t do the same thing that Foster’s daughter did, did she?”
He glares at me. “She’s only five. She’s not doing anything like that. She did get into an argument with a boy about whether girls can drive trucks.”
I groan and bury my face in his chest, the scent of him around me calming all my crazy thoughts. This is where I belong.
“I’m gonna guess she told him that her mom drives a truck.”
“She told him that her mom is a bad-ass that drives a huge truck to fires and then runs in to save people.”
My face flushes and I groan, biting my lip and peeking at him. “I’m so sorry. She never mentions you when she manages to get in trouble.”
He snorts and buries his nose in my hair, breathing deep. “I don’t give a shit. I’m glad that she’s as proud of her mama as I am. She should be talking about you.”
‘Ugh. Well, at least she didn’t punch him. How was Rafe?”
“He’s been good. I mean he’s only three so he’s just happy when he gets to play with his favorite toys and I find the juice he likes at the store!”
I chuckle and snuggle closer, my body tingling and my nipples tightening into stiff points.
Tom sucks in a sharp breath and I feel his cock stir under me. It’s been seven years and we’re still just as hot for each other as we’ve always been.
“Reva…I know you’re tired, baby girl. Let’s go up to bed. You need to rest before the kids wake up in the morning. You know they never sleep in on the weekends.”
I do know that. I know that my little hellions are always up at first light. And I am tired.
But there’s something I need more than rest right now. I run my lips down my husband’s chest, smiling at his sharp intake of breath and his body stiffening under me.
His hand grasps my wrists in one of his and he growls, “Baby, you’re playing with fire.”
I roll my hips over him and lean in to rub my cheek against his, whispering in his ear, “I need you, Tom. I can sleep anytime. I want you.”
He growls and then stands up. I wrap my legs around his waist and let him carry me upstairs, his eyes straight ahead so that he doesn’t drop me.
That’s one thing I love about my husband. I’ve never felt as safe and loved as I do with him. He shows me every day that I’m the most important thing in the world to him. Well, our family too.
But in these moments when we’re alone, everything feels perfect. I’m where I was meant to be.
He quietly closes our bedroom door behind us and then slams me into the wall, his hand holding my wrists above my head while I grind against his cock, groaning when my clit throbs in answer to the pressure.
“I need you, Tom.”
He runs his lips along my cheek. “You need me in this naughty little pussy, don’t you? Need me to take you hard and fast right here and now.”
I moan and whimper. “Don’t make me beg, Tom…take me, please.”
“With pleasure,” he mutters, dropping my feet to the ground for just long enough to rip my uniform pants and shirt off, shred my bra and panties and tear his lounge pants down his legs.
His cock is rock solid and jutting straight at me. He picks me back up in his arms and I sigh in relief when his thick head parts my pussy lips.
I need this man so much. Love him more than I ever thought was possible. And he gives me just as much love back.
I whimper when he slams into me, his thick cock hitting just where I need it to hit, grinding against my clit and sliding along my fluttering walls.
Tension builds and I feel his muscles tighten, see his jaw tense and the fire in his brown eyes flare demon-bright as he takes me, owns me. Makes love to me like a man possessed.
Stars burst behind my eyes and I shudder, reaching down to bite his shoulder, my mind a complete mess of love and lust.
Tom slams into me two more times and then he stills and I feel his warm seed inside me, dripping down my thighs, sticking to my body.
His big body leans against me, pinning me to the door, huffing into my throat and shivering.
“Damn, woman. You kill me.”
I giggle. “I do not.”
“Okay. You don’t. But you sure as hell can tire me out pretty damn quick!”
He finally groans and pulls away from the wall, turning me so he carries me bridal-style to the bed and gently sets me down. “Let me get something to clean you up with, baby girl.”
I close my eyes and sigh, letting my body finally relax into half-sleep. I whimper when Tom carefully cleans me up and then crawls into bed beside me, his muscular arms wrapping around me as he kisses the top of my head and settles my ass back against his hips.
“Sleep now, baby. I’ve got you.”
He’s always got me. He’s my safety, my security blanket. The best part of my day is any part that’s with him.
I let my body float into sleep and smile sleepily, knowing that Tom has my back. He’s my heart, my soul, my everything.
“I love you, Tom.”
“Love you too, baby girl. Sleep,” he whispers, his lips caressing my cheek, his breath warm and his arms warmer.
I never knew that life could be this good. That mistakes could lead to the best things in life.
That I had this kind of happiness waiting for me and it could lead to a lifetime of joy with our growing family around us.
A lifetime with the love of my life. Until death do us part.