EPILOGUE
BLAIR
“Fuck,” Colt curses as he stubs his toe against the railing of the porch again. “Stop your giggling, that really fucking hurt.”
There’s something giggle-worthy about being naked outside though. Taboo. Improper. No one can see us. The moon’s not even bright enough for Colt to see where he’s putting his feet, but there’s still the feeling of naughtiness that comes with it.
I feel around for the porch swing and jump up onto the edge of it, leaving my feet dangling down while Colt continues blindly searching. Finally taking pity on him, I reach out. “Here,” I whisper, leading him.
He hums when he gets closer, immediately finding my neck and sucking ticklish kisses into it. I giggle again. Leave it to Colt to know my body blind, but not be able to put one foot in front of the other.
In the distance, thunder rolls, but neither of us pauses.
“You gonna let me fuck you out here on your swing in front of the mountains, pretty girl?” Colt whispers in my ear before sucking the lobe in between his teeth.
“Mhmm,” I moan out, pulling him closer .
We’re both already naked, and I know for a fact he’s already hard. If even a part of me had been insecure about my post-baby body, Colt’s hunger for me would’ve doused those thoughts within two seconds. He’s been clingy and grabby, always touching me, always needing me.
I reach between us because I know his body in the dark just as well as he knows mine, notching his cock where I want it.
He doesn’t have to hem and haw about prepping me, my body now used to taking him.
It’s definitely a timesaver, considering we often only have a few minutes here and there to slip away while Clair’s asleep.
When I reminded him of his promise to make love to me on the porch bed swing all those months ago, he’d barely gotten down his dinner before being ready to go. I’d insisted on at least waiting until we were sure most of his family was asleep… just in case.
“You’re gonna have to be quiet, pretty girl,” he says as he pushes forward, immediately covering my mouth with his because we both know I can’t be quiet when it comes to the pleasure he gives me. I don’t even try.
Colt leans over me, hands resting on the back of the swing as he uses the motion of it to pull me on and off his cock, nipping at my lips as the rain starts to pour down around us.
I’m not as scared of the rain—or the snow—anymore. Some of the best things that have ever happened to me have happened while it was raining. Including this incredible new use of the porch swing we’ve unlocked.
The End