Epilogue
Ava
I’m practically vibrating with excitement as I wait for Jax to come home from work.
The house in Timber Creek smells like the fresh apple pie I baked earlier, warm cinnamon and sweet vanilla drifting through the air from the kitchen.
I’ve been planning this all day. My heart flutters with that familiar mix of naughty anticipation and pure love as I stand in the living room wearing nothing but one of his oversized black marshal shirts.
The hem barely reaches the tops of my thighs which has me already aching for him.
The front door opens with a familiar click and heavy boot steps sound on the hardwood. Jax steps inside, still in his tactical jacket, broad shoulders filling the doorway. His eyes lock onto me instantly and darken with raw hunger the second he takes in what I’m wearing. Or barely wearing.
“Sweetheart,” he growls, voice ragged and breathy. He kicks the door shut behind him and stalks toward me, dropping his gear bag with a heavy thud. “You trying to kill me the second I walk in?”
I bite my lip and give him my best innocent smile, shifting my weight so the shirt rides up just a little higher. “Welcome home, Marshal Hartman. I missed you. Thought you might want a little dessert before dinner.”
He reaches me in two powerful strides, big hands gripping my hips and yanking me flush against his hard body.
The heat of him sinks into me immediately, chasing away any chill.
His mouth crashes down on mine in a deep, claiming kiss, tongue sweeping in to taste me like he’s been starving for me all day.
I moan into his mouth, melting against his chest as his hands slide under the shirt and palm my bare ass, squeezing hard.
“Fuck, Ava,” he rasps against my lips, nipping my bottom one. “No panties. You’ve been waiting here like this, dripping for me?”
“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly, already rocking against the thick bulge straining in his pants. “I’ve been thinking about you inside me since lunch. Please, Jax. I need you.”
He doesn’t need more encouragement. In one smooth motion he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me straight to the big couch.
He lays me down and shoves the shirt up to my neck, exposing me completely.
His mouth latches onto my breast, sucking hard on my nipple while his rough fingers slide between my thighs and stroke through my slickness.
“So fucking wet already,” he groans, pushing two thick fingers deep inside me. The stretch is perfect, his calluses dragging against my sensitive walls and making me arch with a sharp cry. “This tight little pussy missed its owner, did it? Been aching for my cock all day?”
I nod frantically, fingers threading through his dark hair as he pumps his fingers faster, curling them just right against that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes. “Yes. So much. I need you inside me, Jax. Fill me up. Claim me.”
He pulls his fingers out and makes quick work of his belt and pants, freeing his thick, heavy cock.
It springs out hot and veined, the head already glistening.
He lines up and slams into me in one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
I cry out at the incredible fullness, my walls stretching around his girth as he bottoms out deep inside me.
“That’s it,” he growls, starting to move with hard, demanding strokes. “Take every inch of this cock. It’s yours. This pussy is mine to fuck whenever I want.”
The couch creaks under us as he pounds into me, deep and relentless.
Skin slaps against skin, wet and filthy.
His mouth claims mine again, swallowing my moans while one hand grips my hip hard enough to bruise and the other pinches my nipple.
Every thrust sends pleasure crashing through me, building higher and hotter.
“Jax… I’m so close,” I whimper, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Come for me, Ava,” he commands, voice rough and commanding. “Come all over my cock like the perfect little wife you are.”
I shatter with a sharp cry, my pussy clenching rhythmically around him as waves of intense pleasure wash over me. He follows right after, burying himself deep and growling my name as he fills me with thick, hot pulses of his release.
We stay locked together, panting and sweaty. Jax kisses me slow and tender now, his hands stroking over my skin like he can’t get enough. “I love you, Ava. Every damn day.”
I smile up at him, heart so full it feels like it might burst. “I love you too. My Rogue Enforcer Daddy. My everything.”
This is our life now. Pie in the oven, growly sex on the couch, and a future filled with all the love and filthy promises I could ever want. Happily ever after never felt so good.
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