Epilogue #2
"I don't care if it’s high noon." He walks me backward toward the hallway, his hands already working the buttons of my blouse with a frantic, controlled energy. "I’ve been watching you talk regulations and safety protocols all morning. Articulate. Professional. Cold."
He pops the top button. Then the second.
"Commanding," he continues, his voice dropping an octave as we reach the bedroom. "Telling the Mayor where to sign. Telling the press where to stand. Ruling that room like you owned it."
My blouse falls open. His eyes drop to the sheer lace bra I’m wearing and darken until they are almost black.
"Such a good lawyer," he praises, his thumbs tracing the line of my collarbone. "Smart. Sharp. Vicious when you need to be."
Air stalls in my lungs. "Chase..."
He pushes me until my knees hit the edge of the mattress. I sit heavily, looking up at him as he towers over me. He strips off his suit jacket and tosses it aside, unbuttoning his cuffs with slow, deliberate movements that promise a long, punishing night.
"You’re done being a lawyer for today." He tosses his shirt to the floor, revealing the map of hard muscle and the dark, feral wolf that guards his chest. Scarred. Powerful. Perfect. "I’m going to fill you so full of my seed that the Mayor’s scent will be scorched out of your memory.
I’m going to stretch you wide and remind you exactly who owns your pussy. Now, you’re mine."
"Yours," I sigh, my head falling back.
He kneels between my spread legs. His large hands slide up my thighs, gathering the charcoal pencil skirt until it bunches at my hips. He leans in, his nose brushing mine, his scent overwhelming my senses.
"Tell me who you belong to, Cassandra."
"You," I whisper, my eyes fluttering shut. "I belong to you."
"Good girl."
The praise snaps my remaining control. Heat pools in my belly, heavy and demanding. He knows exactly what those words do to my submissive instincts. He uses them like a weapon, dismantling my restraint until there is nothing left but the need to be occupied.
He kisses me deeper, pushing me back onto the heavy furs of the mattress. He shoves my skirt up, urgency bleeding into his touch. I arch my back as his hand slides into my panties. Rough, calloused fingers find the drenched, pulsing heat of my pussy.
"Soaked for me," he growls, his voice vibrating through my core. "Ruining your lace while you were playing the professional for the crowd. Were you thinking about this? While you were standing on that stage?"
"Yes," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. "God, yes."
"Good."
He shucks his trousers, freeing his cock.
Thick. Heavy. Engorged. The sight of him still makes my breath catch—the sheer size of him, the absolute promise of being stretched and filled to the brim.
He positions himself at my entrance, the broad, blunt head of his cock pressing against me, teasing the opening.
He pauses, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding back.
He wants to slam into me, I can feel the tension radiating from his hips, but he demands my focus first.
"Look at me," he commands.
I force my eyes open, locking onto his intense, molten gaze.
"We built a foundation today," he says, his voice rough and thick with arousal.
"For the town. For the club. But this? Us? This is the only foundation that matters. I’m never letting you go, Cassandra.
You can quit the law, you can run for Mayor, you can do whatever the hell you want out there in the world.
But at the end of the day, you come back here. To this bed. To me. Under me."
"I’m not going anywhere," I promise, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer. "I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be."
He groans, a low, guttural sound that vibrates in his chest. He thrusts into me—a brutal, possessive invasion of my space that forces a shattered scream from my lungs.
He hammers into me, his cock—thick, engorged, and rock-hard—stretching my drenched walls to the limit. He fills me to the brim, the visceral feeling of being occupied by him making my vision go white. He isn't just having sex; he is marking the very center of me with every brutal stroke.
"Chase!" I scream his name, the sound tearing from my throat. The pleasure is sharp, blinding, and overwhelming.
"Take it," he grinds out, his forehead resting against mine as he sets a relentless, punishing pace.
"Take every fucking inch of my length. I want to feel you stretched to the limit, Cassandra. I’m going to fill you so full of my seed that you won't be able to walk straight for a week. Take it for me."
The praise sends me crashing over the edge. My hips snap up, my pussy tightening around him in violent, rhythmic spasms. Climax hits like a physical blow, a crashing wave of heat that blurs my vision. I cling to his sweat-slicked shoulders, sobbing his name as my body convulses.
He rides out my orgasm, his jaw set, groaning as my muscles clamp down on him like a vice.
With a final, deep thrust that bottoms out against my cervix, he buries himself to the hilt, his entire frame stiffening as he pours his seed into me.
He holds me there, pinned and completely possessed, as the release racks his massive body.
We stay tangled together in the fading afternoon light. His weight is heavy and crushing, yet it is the most comforting thing I’ve ever known. My heart rate slowly returns to normal, eventually syncing with the heavy, steady rhythm beating against my chest.
He rolls to the side but doesn't let go, pulling me flush against his side so our skin is fused from chest to toe. He runs a large, calloused hand down the length of my spine, soothing the lingering tremors.
"You okay?" His voice has returned to that deep, gravelly rumble.
"Perfect," I murmur, tucking my face into the hollow of his neck. "Absolutely perfect."
He kisses the top of my head, his fingers tracing the curve of my hip. "The guys were taking bets today at the clubhouse."
I crack one eye open. "Bets on what? The zoning variances?"
"No. Bets on when we’d start filling the spare rooms in this cabin." He rests a large hand on my stomach, his thumb tracing a lazy, possessive circle over my skin. "Savannah thinks we'll have news within the year. Shane thinks you’re too focused on your career to bother with a Gunnar brat yet."
I stiffen slightly, the thought of a child—a little girl who looks like me and has his amber eyes—sending a strange, warm throb through my heart. I relax under his touch. "And what do you think, Enforcer?"
Chase props himself up on one elbow, looking down at me. The fierce, predator look is gone, replaced by a devastating tenderness he reserves only for me.
"I think we have plenty of time," he says softly, his fingers brushing a stray lock of dark hair from my face. "I want you to myself for a while longer. I want to spoil you. I want to travel. I want to watch you terrify judges in three different counties."
I smile, tracing the faint scar on his jawline. "That sounds like a plan."
"But..." He leans down and kisses me softly, his lips lingering. "Eventually. Yeah. I want to breed you until we fill this house. A little girl who looks like you and argues like me. God help the Pine Valley school system."
I laugh, a genuine sound of joy bubbling up. "God help them indeed. They won't stand a chance."
We lie there in the deep mountain quiet as the shadows grow long across the floor.
The future stretches before us like the endless, rugged peaks of the Grizzly District.
I came to Pine Valley to fight a war. To win a case.
To prove myself to a firm that didn't deserve me.
I never expected to find this—a home in the arms of a dangerous man who calls me "his" while worshipping every inch of my body.
The legal battle is over. The injunctions are filed away, and the permits are signed.
But looking at Chase, seeing the fire that still burns in his eyes, I know the real adventure is just beginning.
I snuggle closer to his heat, listening to the wind in the pines and the steady, unbreakable beat of his heart.
I still have my law degree, and I’m still a shark in the courtroom, but my home is here on this ridge. I’m Cassandra Gunnar now. I’m the Enforcer’s Old Lady, and the only thing I’m objecting to from now on is any minute I have to spend out of his reach.
The End