Epilogue
LIAM
“ T hat’s the last of it,” I said as we stood in the foyer of the cabin I’d bought less than three years ago.
I never imagined when I moved to Seduction Summit that I’d outgrow this cabin that quickly. Actually, this small home had been the perfect place for us in our first year and a half of marriage.
But now, we were growing our family in a few months, and a one-bedroom cabin wasn’t going to work—not long-term, anyway. We needed at least one extra bedroom. Two extra bedrooms, to be precise, since we were having twins.
So we’d bought a three-bedroom cabin that was almost finished being built. Someone else had backed out. Their loss was our gain.
“We have a lot of memories in this place,” Willow said, turning to face me.
She was gorgeous with her pregnancy glow and rounded belly. She’d never looked more beautiful than she did right now. And that was saying a lot.
“Our first date was here,” I said.
Willow smiled and looked toward the fireplace. “You mean the night you brought me back here after meeting me at the bar?”
“It’s not the same as meeting a woman at a bar,” I said. “I just happened to be sitting at a bar when I met my soulmate. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.”
She laughed. “You know, you’ve turned into such a softie since I met you.”
I shrugged. “I was pretty hard-edged when you came into my life. But within about fifteen minutes, you were melting that block of ice that my heart had become.”
“And now you have a big, gooey center,” she teased.
I winced. I definitely didn’t like being thought of as gooey, but she was right. Where she was concerned, I was a softie.
“You know, we could say goodbye to this place properly,” I said.
I moved closer, placing my hands on her upper arms and looking down at her. Her arms slid around my waist, her hands settling on my back.
“How would we do that?” she asked, tilting her head up at me.
Her pregnancy hormones had been off the charts lately. We’d already done it twice today—once when we first woke up before the movers came and a second time in the truck when we headed to Adairsville for lunch. But I worried she wasn’t up for a third time when she frowned.
“All the furniture’s gone,” she said.
“We still have counters. Come on.”
I grabbed her hand and led her toward the bathroom—the lowest counter in this cabin. It was a little softer than the kitchen counter too.
“We haven’t made love here before,” Willow murmured as I lifted her onto the surface.
I was already working her maternity T-shirt up over her head as she shoved her stretchy pants down nearly to her knees. As I helped her remove them, my gaze locked onto hers.
“We haven’t,” I agreed, glancing around.
Yeah, she was right about that. We’d done it in the shower multiple times, but never on this counter.
She smiled. “I think we’ll put our new bathroom counter to good use, you know…with the kids around and all.”
She wasn’t wrong. Finding time to make love while raising twins was going to be a challenge, but we’d make it work. Luckily, we had friends in the neighborhood who could babysit for a couple of hours here and there, especially as the twins got older.
Willow removed her bra as I worked her underwear down. It wasn’t necessary, but she knew I liked to stare at her breasts while I made love to her. I couldn’t help it. She was just so damn beautiful. I couldn’t get enough of her.
I didn’t move to remove my own clothing, though. No, first I knelt between her legs, watching her face as she realized what I was about to do.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the mirror, savoring the feel of my tongue moving over that slick, swollen bud. I could make her come in seconds, but I drew it out, wanting to prolong her pleasure as much as possible.
“Oh, yeah,” she said.
I watched as she moved her hand to her breast, sliding her fingers over her nipple. She continued to tease herself while I flicked her clit with my tongue once, twice, then over and over, moving back and forth, up and down, in a zigzag pattern. Variety was what did it for my woman, so variety was what I gave her.
Even though I was trying to drag things out, she still came in a matter of a couple of minutes, arching her back and poking that belly toward me. These days, making love was a challenge, but we’d perfected our technique, trying different positions until we figured out the few that worked well.
Once her back relaxed and her eyes slid open, I stood, unzipping my jeans and shoving them and my underwear toward my thighs. My cock was hard for her, and I fisted it as I maneuvered the tip to her entrance.
Every second with this woman was incredible, from the night we’d met to the day we said, “I do” on the shores of the pond behind our house to today, when we’d spend our first night in our new cabin. The cabin where we’d raise our family while Willow continued to run her successful doughnut bakery with her friends.
My wife handled the morning shift, making pastries and doughnuts, just as she’d always dreamed. They were even putting in a fountain at her suggestion. It was smaller than the one she remembered from her childhood, but it was right outside her bakery, so she’d get to enjoy the sound of rushing water as she worked every morning.
She gripped my arms as I slid inside her. We didn’t break eye contact, though.
“Can you come for me again, baby?” I asked.
She opened her mouth and for a second, I thought she might say no. She was tired. It had been a long day, and she’d already come three times. But slowly, her mouth spread into a smile.
“I think I can do that,” she said.
I saw exactly why she was smiling a couple of seconds later as she moved both hands to her breasts. One stayed there, lazily tracing circles around her nipple, while the other went over her belly and toward the area where our bodies met.
She kept her eyes on me as her finger found her still swollen clit. But her eyes drifted closed at first contact.
I began moving slowly in and out of her, trying not to focus too much on the view in front of us. But it was tough. It wasn’t just that I could see her, but in the mirror, I saw myself, my body moving as I plunged in and out of my beautiful wife.
I was a lucky, lucky man. This tight, sweet pussy was only for me. The fact that Willow loved me filled me with more pride than anything I’d ever accomplished, and this life we were building together was more than I could have ever dreamed.
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “Like that. Fuck me harder.”
Those last three words were just about my undoing. But I knew dirty talk didn’t affect my woman. I wanted her to have a second orgasm.
“You like that?” I asked. “You like the way my hard cock feels inside your pussy?”
She let out a sound—something similar to a squeak. Her eyes were closed now, but she was still touching herself, her finger wiggling faster over her clit.
“Oh, God,” she said. “Yes. Keep doing that. Oh, oh. Yes. Fuck, yes. Yes!”
Her pussy squeezed me tighter, and I knew she was coming. I began pumping faster, wanting to come at the same time. The sight of her touching herself did me in. And with a crash, my orgasm slammed through me, bringing a string of expletives that I was barely consciously aware I was saying.
When we both were fully sated, I didn’t pull out, though. Instead, I leaned forward and gave my wife a long, sweet kiss before finally pulling away.
“You know what I could go for?” I asked, remembering the words I had spoken when we first met.
She smiled. “A slice of my apple pie?”
I shook my head. Nothing in the world was better than my wife’s apple pie. Her customers might argue with me on that—they seemed to love her bear claws and apple fritters more than anything—but apple pie was my favorite, and my wife knew it.
“No way are you baking tonight. I’m thinking about a basket of wings from the ski lodge.”
She frowned, then brightened. “Oh yeah, it’s still open.”
They were starting to attract tourists year round. Not as many as they hoped, but it was growing. A couple more years from now, Seduction Summit would be the year-round vacation destination they’d planned for it to be when they started doing all this development.
But for now, we’d enjoy that we could stop by and grab some to-go wings and take them back to our new home without a long wait time. Once home, we’d eat them at our kitchen table and talk about our future. The one where we had two highchairs at the table and two cribs in the nursery.
This was my life. I never would have imagined it a couple of years ago, but I also never would have imagined a woman like Willow existed. She was straight out of my dreams. And this was one dream I’d never wake up from.
It was hard to imagine there had been a time when I’d preferred being alone. But now I knew I just hadn’t met that person who got me. The one I connected with.
“If it hadn’t been for the baking competition, we never would have met,” I said as we exited our cabin for the final time.
“I know,” she said. “Well, I like to think I would have ended up staying here anyway, and we would have met somehow.”
“At the bar, probably,” I said. “I would have bought you a drink and tried to get you back to my place.”
“And I would have told you I don’t do one-night stands. But you probably would have talked me into going back to your place.”
“And I never would have let you leave,” I said.
And that was exactly what had happened. Well, of course, I would have let her leave if she wanted to. But she’d chosen to stay.
As we climbed into our SUV—the one we’d bought to accommodate our growing family—I gave my cabin one last look. So many good memories, but they’d all started the day she walked into my life.
And now that she was here, I realized home wasn’t a building. My home was wherever she was. My home was with Willow.
Emmy has distanced herself from the other contestants, and now she’s the winner. Why has she been so quiet? Read Emmy’s story in Book 6 .