Epilogue
Penn
Five Years Later
I wear a lot of hats—and they’re all a damn fine fit.
For one, I’m still a lumberjack. Matter of fact, some time and perspective made it easier to plan for the careful removal of trees, followed by planting to replace the oaks we harvest—and the projects I’ve spearheaded have been successful enough to earn me a promotion to forestry commissioner of California.
Two. I’m a husband to Golden Globe-winning actress, Jenna Fairchild. A job I covet. Prize. A job I can’t believe is mine, even four and a half years since we were married in a private ceremony in the backyard of our house, beneath a gazebo that glowed with lights.
I’m more than her husband, though.
I’m her bodyguard.
I’m her confidant.
I’m her fixer, soother, cuddle partner.
I’m her Daddy.
I’m whatever she needs me to be, so she can focus on being fucking amazing.
Ninety-five percent of the time, I’m on set.
Watching the behavior of her cast, crew.
Waiting for someone to step out of line with her, so I can handle them.
Word has spread far and wide enough about my protectiveness, and the closeness of our marriage, that I rarely have to step in and remind people of their manners anymore.
But every once in a while, someone gets a black eye or a broken jaw.
A reminder that no one talks to my wife with anything but the utmost respect. Respect she has earned all on her own.
Off screen? She’s just as incredible. A doting and dedicated stepmother to Erin.
She’s even friendly with my ex-wife and regularly texts her pictures of Erin with updates when my daughter is visiting us.
I don’t know what the hell I did in my life to deserve to call Jenna mine. But that’s what she is. She’s mine.
She’s. Mine .
That’s why she’s sleeping in my lap right now, cradled in my arms in the back of a limousine, on her way to a wrap party.
She’s just finished shooting the third movie in the Muse trilogy and she’s exhausted, yet somehow, she managed to put on a little black dress that looks like second skin, insisting she needed to show her face.
Then promptly fell asleep in my arms as soon as we started driving, her painted pink mouth parted with gentle inhales and exhales.
Keeping her secured to my body with one arm, I use my opposite hand to book a two-week vacation to Mykonos on my phone. Then I message our housekeeper and ask her to pack our suitcases, so I can fully focus on my girl tonight. She needs to be babied and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
The limousine hits a bump and Jenna jolts awake, gasping.
Looking around and slumping in relief when she sees me.
Nothing more rewarding than that.
Being the cause of this intoxicating woman’s relief.
“I only meant to close my eyes for a minute,” she yawns, sitting up in my lap to nuzzle me. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. You’ve been working yourself to the bone.”
Observing me with adoring amusement, she shakes her head. “You won’t let me do that, remember? You had three-day work weeks written into my contracts. Even when I am working, you’re demanding non-stop breaks.”
“I’m not going to let movie studios take advantage of my wife. She needs her rest.”
“Oh really?” she murmurs, lightly, turning to straddle my hips, his lithe legs sliding wide on the limousine seat, allowing me to feel the warm curve of her pussy against my already straining fly.
Then she rests her smiling lips against mine, tapping her tongue to the seam of my mouth.
“I think you just like playing in my trailer.”
Good lord. She’s right about that.
We’ve logged at least a thousand rounds of sweaty, bone-melting sex in her trailer.
I gave her anal for the first time on that fluffy pink bed in the back, a bottle of lube clenched between my teeth while she moaned into the palm of my hand.
I’ve eaten her pussy so many times on the floor, I’ve lost count.
Sometimes I need to taste it so bad, we simply can’t make it to any of the furniture.
She’s been fucked standing up, bent over, riding frontways and backwards.
I’ve pumped between those tits and inside those lips.
I’ve had her every way, over and over and over. And I only want to bang her harder.
More often.
Filthier.
I’m addicted to her body, and she’s addicted to mine.
I stare into the green eyes of my obsession now, molding her ass cheeks in my hands, moving her in a teasing hump. “You know I love your trailer. I’m thinking of recreating it in one of the guest rooms. An exact replica.”
Jenna gasps in delight. “For my birthday?”
I swat her backside lightly. “What have I told you, Jenna?”
“Every day is my birthday,” she whispers, bearing down a little harder on my erection, her breath beginning to grow scattered. “You know, we could skip this wrap party, if we wanted to…”
“We’ll do whatever you want.”
“I’m just so tired,” she pouts, resting her forehead against mine.
Alarm circulates in my blood. It’s not like her to be this exhausted. She’s usually a ball of energy. “I’m bringing you to the doctor.”
“Okay.”
“ Okay? ’ I shout, feeling her forehead. “You’re agreeing, just like that?”
“Well…” She plays with the buttons of my dress shirt. “I guess we could just do a pregnancy test at home. But my period is a month late, so maybe we should go straight to the doctor?”
The only other time I’ve felt time stop so clearly is the first time I saw Jenna.
“You’re pregnant?” I manage, thickly, my heart knocking noisily into my ribs.
“I stopped taking my pill months ago,” she whispers, flicking open the button of my pants and lowering the zipper, biting her lip with excitement when I spring free, stiff and pulsing for her, as always.
“It was time to make you a father. For the second time.” She sits up on her knees and guides me to her slick entrance, rubbing me there.
“All those nights in our bedroom when you gave me your sperm and we pretended Daddy was getting me pregnant…I know you wanted that for real. I did, too.” She connects our bodies with a moaning twist of her hips, and we gasp together, our mouths close, panting, her welling eyes locked on mine.
“I love you. I love this baby. I already love everything in our future.”
Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly be any more in love with this woman, she pushes me to some new, higher platform. I’m so high up now that I can’t see the ground. Maybe we’ve reached heaven.
“I love you, too, Jenna,” I say in a low choke, my emotions wreaking havoc on my vocal cords. This woman. How is she mine? I’ll never understand the forces that allowed this to happen. “I love this baby. I hope they have their mother’s heart.”
“I’m fine with that.” She kisses me and starts to move in slow, devastating bucks that make my jaw go slack. “They’ll have you to protect that heart, the way you protect mine.”
THE END