Epilogue
Kelsi
Six Months Later
“Don’t stop!” Brooks holds my ankle on his shoulder and thumps into me hard and fast.
“That’s right. Beg for me.” His free hand lands on the side of my face as he bends forward and slides in deeper.
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt anything so good in my life. The people that say size doesn’t matter, haven’t had size. I love the way he stretches me wide. The way he reaches deep inside of me. The way his weight feels so massive against my body.
I close my eyes before flashing them open again quickly, desperate to watch every last facial expression he makes. My favorite is the one where he takes me hard and fast, like his resistance is gone and he can’t take it anymore. He looks like a werewolf when he gets like that.
“Is that your mom?” He glances out the side window of his cabin with a tone in his voice as though he’s shocked. It’s not shocking that my mother is here. She’d planned to come over for dinner. It’s our play session that was impromptu, so I can’t figure why he’s surprised.
I squint out the window as Brooks stays inside of me, realizing right away where the surprise is coming from. “Holy cow. She’s in a new truck!” I glance back toward him and smile. “She actually did it.”
He leans down and kisses my lips gently before pulling out with a growl. “We’re finishing this later.”
“Yes, we are!” I smile and roll up off the bed, wondering how I’m going to make it through dinner with a throbbing, soaking wet pussy. Lately, I’ve been insatiably horny. I think it has to do with the pregnancy.
The first trimester was so hard. Everything made me sick, especially the smell of saw dust, which kind of sucked considering we were renovating our cabin. Thankfully, Brooks has loads of buddies that didn’t mind helping, and we officially finished everything last month, just in time for me to hit the hypersexual phase of pregnancy.
He rubs his rough hands over my bare stomach and leans into my lips, kissing me with a ragged groan. “You smell so ready for me. How am I supposed to wait all night?”
An excited knock taps on the door, and though I want Brooks to toss me on the bed and finish us both off, I know that’s no longer an option.
“This can’t take more than a few hours, tops. Then we’re right back here.”
He moans as though he’s dissatisfied, kisses my head again, and grabs my dress from the dresser, pulling it down over my frame carefully. “I guess I can be patient. Two hours… then you’re mine again. Got it?”
I smile and tip up onto my toes, landing a kiss on his lips. “Got it.” I love how wanted I feel with this man. He’s not good at emotional stuff, he’ll be the first to tell anyone that, but the way he treats me, the way he loves me, the way he touches me… I never doubt how valuable or wanted I am.
He opens the bedroom door, and we step out into the main living space. I still can’t get over how great this place looks. He’s built custom shelves, and he picked every single river rock himself for the fireplace wall.
“Hey!” My mom smiles wide as she steps through the front door. “It’s so good to see you two! You look fantastic!” Her hand lands on my stomach reflexively. “How are you feeling?”
“Really good. Abby has been coming over to help me get the baby’s room together and I’ve been helping her with her new place. It’s nice having her here on the mountain now.”
“It is! She stopped by with wildflowers the other day. She’s such a sweet girl. She said she was working up at that new biker place… as a receptionist or something. My memory is bad these days.”
I laugh to myself, knowing the real reason she’s there is more about the dreams she’s desperate to fulfill with her brother’s best friend… but I get how love works. When you find the right person, there’s no going back.
“Did you guys decide if you’re finding out the sex of the baby?”
“No, we decided to be surprised. We did pick names, though. We’ve decided on Eloise for a girl and Brett for a boy.”
“Cute! I love both. Either way, this is going to be one spoiled baby!” My mom grins as Brooks’ giant hand lands on my back. He’s just returned from the kitchen with a glass of wine for my mom. “You like the reds, right?”
“Oh, I do, dear. Thank you for thinking of me, but I can’t stay.”
“What? I thought we were having dinner?” I rub my hand over my stomach as the baby kicks. “I was going to make manicotti, your favorite.”
“Oh, shoot. Well, Mrs. Robinson is holding a huge party over at the playground today in celebration of its grand opening.” She glances toward Brooks. “Finally, thanks to this guy finally ironing out all the edges. Anyway… I didn’t realize it was happening until this afternoon. I tried calling you, but it went right to voicemail.”
“Oh, yeah.” I glance toward Brooks and bite back a grin. We’ve been playing grab ass in the garden all day. “We got busy outdoors. No worries about tonight, though. The playground party sounds fun. Maybe we’ll stop by later. I’m sure everyone would love to see the guy that held up production.”
Mom laughs. “I’m just happy it’s finished. Folks are really excited. It seems in one way or another, everyone in the town helped with it. I got a sneak peek the other day… it is gorgeous. All the colors to the slides, and how Mrs. Robinson tied it with the flowers, simply breathtaking. Oh,” she holds out a bag with tissue paper sticking out the top, “I put this together for you two. Figured it would look nice on that shelf next to your books. How’s that new one coming along by the way?”
“Great! I’m finished, but I’ve been agonizing about the last line for weeks now.” Agonizing is an understatement. I’ve written the line over and over again, but nothing feels right.
Mom reaches out thoughtfully and offers me a soft smile. “You’ll think of something, sweetheart. Anyhow, I’ll leave you two be. Send me pictures when you’ve got that up. Love you both.” Before I get a chance to mention her new truck or ask her how she’s doing, she’s gone, but I’m not insulted. I’m happy she’s living her life again. Word around town is that she might even be seeing someone, but I haven’t asked. I figure she’ll tell me when she’s ready.
I set the bag on the counter and pull out the contents slowly, gasping when I see what she’s brought.
“Oh, fuck.” Brooks takes the old pine frame from my hand and stares down at the photo of the two of us. I’m in the little white dress I bought for our wedding with baby’s-breath in my hair. He’s in jeans and a light blue button down. We’re standing in front of his truck out in the field behind this very cabin where we got married a few months ago. In the distance sit the tall, white-capped mountains.
Tears fall down my face as Brooks opens the frame to see the quote my father wrote for my mother years ago. I assume he’s confirming that this is my mother’s most prized possession.
It sure is. It’s the frame my dad made for her. The quote is still there and next to it is a new one, etched by my mother.
“Some people are worth finding again.”
My heart swells and tears stream down my face as I stare up at Brooks who’s sporting a rare tear himself. “I think you found the last line for your book.”
I smile as a wave of warmth washes over me. It’s true, some people are worth finding again. “I think I have,” I whisper, leaning up onto my toes to kiss his lips. “I think I have.”
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