Epilogue
NASH
Six months later
Rocking on the chair, I stare down at Theo, my eyes traveling over the contours of his face as I memorize every single developing feature. I feel like I’ve taken the time to memorize the way he looks at every single stage, as it feels like he’s always growing and showing no signs of slowing down.
If you would have told me a year ago that I’d be completely smitten by a little six-month-old baby, I would have told you, you were insane. He may not be mine biologically, but goddammit, he is mine.
The past six months haven’t been easy, but we’ve made it this far. Things between Riley and me have been absolutely amazing. Better than I could have imagined anything ever being. I ended up listing my place for rent and completely moved in with her and Theo, although I was already living with her anyway. It just was never official. It felt weird having all my things at my old house, and Riley agreed.
She wanted me here permanently with the two of them and considering the fact that she’s a permanent fixture inside of my soul, it only made sense.
After we got home and Riley got settled, it was clear the trauma she experienced with Theo’s birth was something she needed to deal with. Before she left the hospital, she made an appointment with her therapist and began working through everything immediately. I couldn’t personally relate to her because I didn’t have the same experience she did, but I knew the only thing I could really do was be here for her and be supportive.
When Riley was having a bad day, I made sure to step in and minimize the things she had to do, whether it was with Theo or just in general. My schedule with hockey made things a bit challenging, but thankfully we have quite the village of people here.
Nonna didn’t hesitate to step in when I was away and Nova was constantly checking in on Riley. Riley’s always been hardheaded and has struggled to ask for help, but thankfully everyone already knew that. She’s the type of person where you just have to tell her that you will be helping her and she usually doesn’t put up a fight about it then.
Theo’s been asleep for probably ten minutes now, but he’s still in my arms as I slowly rock on the chair. His weight feels comfortable in my arms, like this is exactly where he’s supposed to be. I watch his little lips curl upwards as he stirs in his sleep, smiling deeply about something.
He’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced, other than the love from his mother.
As I begin to rise from the chair, I hear a noise outside that sounds faintly like a car door shutting. Riley went out with the girls tonight, so it was just Theo and me this evening. I’ve been enjoying my time at home a little too much and the thought of having to resume the grueling hockey season in the next month or so has me feeling a little disappointed.
I walk over to Theo’s crib, slowly lowering him down onto the mattress. He stirs a bit, but he’s good at staying asleep. He adjusts on the bed and I grab his blanket, pulling it over his body as he settles. Standing by the railing for another moment, I stare down at him, my heart swelling in my chest at my son.
Making sure his white noise machine is set for the night, I pull the door shut behind me, leaving it cracked open before making my way downstairs. As I’m coming down the steps, I hear the sound of the front door softly closing and Riley curses as her keys clatter onto the floor. She’s holding on to the wall, bracing herself with one hand, as she fights with her heels with the other, attempting to unstrap them.
A soft chuckle escapes me as I walk over to her. “Let me help you, love,” I tell her, grabbing a small stool for me to sit down on. Riley drops her foot to the floor, her eyes a bit glazed over as she gives me a crooked grin. Bending forward, I reach for her foot, lifting it into the air until she plants her heel on my thighs.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, watching me as I unstrap her heel, pulling it away from her foot before moving to the next. Her foot lingers on my legs and I grab her ankle, my fingers slowly trailing up the length of her calf, drifting around her knee before moving up her thigh.
“Did you have fun tonight?”
Riley blows out a soft breath, her hands reaching for my shoulders as she pulls her foot away from my legs. Instead of pulling her into my lap, I stand up, my hands finding her hips.
“I did, but I’m glad to be home now,” she breathes, tilting her head back to look up at me. “How was Theo?”
“You know he’s always good.”
“You’re such a good dad.” Her smile grows wider, her eyes shining back at me as she stares up at me. “He loves you so much.”
“I hope so,” I tell her, my hands trailing along her lower back. “I want to be the best version of myself for both of you.”
“Well,” she starts, her arms linking around the back of my neck, the faint smell of fruit and liquor on her breath. She gently kisses one corner of my mouth before pulling back to look at me. “You’re the best father he could ever ask for.” She lifts up on her toes, pressing her lips to the other side. “And you’re the best husband I could ever ask for.”
My cock is already hard because fuck… it’s just what she does to me.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you call me that.”
She tilts her head to the side. “Call you what?”
“Your husband.”
She laughs softly, the sound the sweetest melody to my soul. I watch her as she pulls away from me, her hands trailing over my chest, slowly traveling down my torso until she’s reaching the hem of my shirt.
“What are you doing, mama?”
“I think it’s only right if I show my husband how much I appreciate him,” she murmurs, lifting my shirt up before dropping it onto the floor. Her hands reach for the waistband of my pants as she lowers herself down onto her knees.
“Fuck, Riley,” I groan as she pulls my cock from my pants, wrapping her hand around the shaft. She looks up at me, her tits practically spilling from the top of her low-cut blouse. Her lips part, her soft breath drifting across the tip before she trails her tongue over it. “I love how my wife looks when she’s on her knees for me.”
“Yeah?” she says, her voice sultry and thick with need as her tongue darts out and she drags it along the underside of my dick, running the tip along her skin stretched over the barbells. She bats her eyelashes, her bright green eyes staring up at me as she wraps her lips around my cock, slowly sliding it into her mouth.
“Jesus Christ, look at you,” I moan, my hand instantly fisting her silky hair as I grip it close to her scalp. She doesn’t stop until she’s gagging around my length, the muscles in the back of her throat constricting around the tip. “I love how you look with my cock shoved down your throat.”
Tears spring to her eyes, but she doesn’t release me. Instead, she bobs her head again, pumping her hand around my length as she slides her tongue along the underside of my cock, sucking me in and out. Every now and then, the tip hits the back of her throat, making her gag as she chokes on me. Heat swells in the pit of my stomach and I already feel like I could come from the way she takes me.
I can feel myself getting closer by every second as she continues to suck me harder. My hips involuntarily rock, my grip tightening on her hair before I pull back, pulling her away from me. My cock leaves her lips with a popping sound and her eyes widen as she looks up at me, searching mine with concern as saliva drips from her lips.
“Stand up.”
She doesn’t argue and I release her hair as she climbs to her feet, her eyes burning holes through mine. “Did I do something wrong?” For a moment, worry crosses her expression and I see she’s about to shut down. “I’m sorry. I thought I was doing what you liked, but I don’t know. I had a few drinks, so maybe I’m not doing my best.”
“Riley.” Her name falls from my lips as a command and she stops, staring back at me. “I’m not ready to come and if you keep sucking my dick like that, I’m going to be coming down your throat in the next few seconds.” I watch her face relax, her shoulders dropping as I close the distance between us. “I’m not ready to be done with you, and you suck my dick like it’s your fucking job.”
She bites back a grin, a soft laugh falling from her lips. I bend my knees, my hands sliding down to her thighs as I swiftly lift her into the air, earning a gasp from her as I carry her in my arms. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist and I feel the warmth from her pussy through the thin material of her panties as her skirt shifts up around her hips.
“Now, where do I go with you?”
I glance around the foyer, contemplating fucking her on the floor before I walk into the kitchen. It’s closer than the couch and I want to sink deep inside of her, fucking her into oblivion. I don’t stop until we’re at the island, and a bag of yogurt snacks falls onto the floor as I set her down. Riley reaches for me, her hands finding the nape of my neck as she pulls me to her.
My lips find hers in an instant, meeting her as she kisses me with an intensity that rocks me to my core. She’s taking everything she wants and I’ll never be the one to tell her no. Her tongue sweeps along the seam of my lips and I part them, letting her in as her tongue tangles with mine. My cock is still out and I kick my pants and boxer briefs away so I’m standing completely naked in the kitchen, nestled between her legs as we kiss until we’re breathless.
Riley pulls away, her hands finding the hem of her blouse as she strips it away from her body, her full tits falling from the shirt as she tosses it onto the floor.
“No bra?” My eyes find her as I slide my hands over her breasts, pulling on her nipples. “My wife knew she wanted to get fucked as soon as she got home.”
“Yes, she did,” she murmurs, her eyelids fluttering shut as I twist her nipples. Cupping one breast, my mouth drops down to the other, tasting and teasing the bundle of nerves before moving to the other. Riley withers beneath my touch, pressing against me as she searches for some kind of friction between her legs.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I groan, my hands roaming down her torso and stopping as I reach her center. I slide my finger beneath the thin fabric of her panties, hooking it around them as I pull the lace to the side. I slide my fingertip through the moisture. “You’re fucking soaked.”
“Because of you.”
Grabbing my cock with my other hand, I hold her panties to the side as I slide the tip of my cock through her wet lips. Her head tips back, a moan escaping her as I slide into her, not bothering to remove the rest of her clothing. I just want to be balls deep inside of her, filling her with my cum.
She plants her hands on the counter, her head lifting as her eyes find mine. I grab her hip with one hand, the other moving between her legs as my fingers find her clit. “Fuck.” She lets out a loud moan, her face screwing up as I begin to play with her cunt while I slowly fuck her.
“You like that, don’t you, mama?” I groan, pistoning my hips as I fuck her a little harder. Shifting my hand, I plant my thumb against her clit, rolling it around, applying more pressure as I slide my cock in and out of her. My eyes drop down between us and I watch the way her cunt stretches around my length, taking every fucking inch.
She’s a mess of moans, her head falling back again as I begin to fuck her harder. “Don’t stop, Nash.”
Her entire body shifts on the counter and I start to fuck her harder and faster. “Hold on to me, Riley,” I order, my voice tense as I grip her hip tighter. She’s so close, I can feel it already with the way she clenches around me. Riley reaches for me, her hands finding my shoulders. Her nails dig into my flesh as I pin her against the counter, slamming into her over and over again.
My thumb rolls over her clit, my movements rushed as she lets out a string of curses. My name falls from her lips as she falls apart around me, her cunt taking my cock deep inside as she comes. Her orgasm tears through her body and she pulls me down with her. Heat spreads through my body like wildfire and I rock into her, spilling my cum deep inside her pussy.
I begin to slow, releasing every last drop into her as she rides out the high of her orgasm. My movements stop and I let out a deep, shallow breath, my lungs starved for oxygen as I stare down at her. Riley lifts her eyelids, her gaze instantly finding mine.
My face inches closer to hers, my lips brushing against hers. “I just want to fuck you forever. Can we make that a thing?
“I think we can do that.” She laughs quietly, her words breathless and filled with lust. “Till death do we part, right?”
“Yes. Fuck yes,” I murmur against her lips again. “I love you,” I tell her, honesty pouring from my soul. “God, I fucking love you.”
“I love you, Nash. It’s you and me.”
I pull back just enough to look at her face. “And Theo.” I pause, a smile drifting across my lips. “And however many other babies you let me put in your belly.”
“Well, if you want a bunch, you’d better get to work.”
Pulling her off the counter, I hold her in my arms, my cock already getting hard again as it’s still inside her. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Riley laughs quietly and I revel in the sound of her, in the way she smells, and the way she feels in my arms. She stole my heart long ago, and when I realized it was happening, I was already so gone for her.
I’ve loved Riley Harris for a lifetime and I’ll love her for every lifetime that comes.
Keep reading for the first chapter in the next book from the Aston Archers series.