Epilogue
RHODES
One month later…
W e’re standing in the gazebo that overlooks the lake while the town watches us make our vows. It’s a perfect, cloudless day, and my bride has never looked more beautiful.
“And do you, Quinn, take Rhodes to be…”
The officiant keeps talking, but I forget to pay attention as I stare at her ruby red lips. When they form the words I do, my body relaxes a tiny bit. Next thing I know, it’s my turn, and I rush the words before he’s even finished asking the question.
A few people in the audience chuckle, but when Boss meows loudly between us like he’s giving his agreement, everyone sighs like it’s the cutest thing they’ve ever seen.
Time speeds up and then slows down, but the only thing I can focus on is Quinn. How perfect she is, how lucky I am to have her, and how I can’t wait to get her alone so I can finally fuck her as my wife for the first time.
When I'm told to kiss the bride, she’s in my arms and my mouth is on hers. Quinn clings to me tightly, and I feel the tears on her cheeks against mine. Or maybe they’re mine too, because this is the happiest day of my life.
I scoop up Boss in my arms before we walk down the aisle, and then it’s time for the reception.
We had white tents set up next to the gazebo, and as soon as we’re inside, the Sofa King twins take Boss from me.
Surprisingly, he loves being cuddled by them, so I don’t have to worry if he’s happy.
They volunteered to take care of him after the wedding while Quinn and I stand at the entrance of the tent to greet our guests.
Quinn tells me if we do this first, then we can have alone time before we have to cut the cake.
All I heard was alone time , and I agreed.
“Have you met my wife, Quinn?” I ask Mrs. Betty when she walks up.
“That does have a lovely sound to it, doesn’t it?” Mrs. Betty grins at the both of us before leaning in and kissing Quinn on the cheek.
“Thank you for coming,” Quinn says.
“We wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” Mrs. Betty says, and Mrs. Agnes moves in next to her. The rest of the Stitches are behind them. “Besides, we've been working on our fan song all week. We’ve got boots on the ground.”
“Fan song?” I look at Quinn in confusion as she puts a hand on her mouth to cover her laughter.
“Mrs. Betty, you didn’t.”
“Oh, we did.” Mrs. Agnes agrees and takes a fan out of her purse and pops it hard one time. “Just make sure the DJ is ready for me.”
The two old ladies hold on to one another as they wobble away. “Should I be worried about one of them breaking a hip?”
“Definitely,” Quinn giggles, and I pull her closer to my side.
The line of people to greet is long, but we move through them pretty quickly. When I see we’re getting to the end, Georgia is the last in line.
“Sorry I’m late. There was a bit of a situation.” She seems nervous as she looks beyond the tent to the edge of the field.
I follow her line of sight to where an all-black undercover police car is parked. There’s a man leaning against it, watching us.
“Who is that?” The hair on the back of my neck rises, but she tries to wave it off.
“It’s fine, he’s, um, from the state. He’s here because an investigation has been opened.”
“What investigation?” Quinn asks the same thing I’m thinking.
“He said it’s normal.” Georgia tries to stay calm, but I’ve been giving her shooting lessons for the past month, so I know exactly what she looks like when she’s nervous.
“But they are looking into how I ran things. It’s nothing for you two to be worried about.
Especially not today. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up. ”
“No, I’m glad you did,” I say, and some of her tension seems to disappear. “What do you need from us?”
“Nothing. At least I don’t think so. He said he was going to be here for a little while, but I get the feeling like he doesn’t want to be, you know? Like someone forced him to come ask me some questions.”
“Hmm.” Quinn makes the sound, and we both turn to her.
“What?” I put my hand on her back, and she shrugs.
“It’s nothing, but I just remembered Simon’s family was really well-connected. He told me about his mom and dad being in politics or something, but I thought it was all talk. Maybe his family is pushing for this.” She looks at me, and a hint of fear passes in her eyes.
“Hey, nothing is going to happen to you or to me,” I tell her, then pull her close and give her a cocky smile. “Besides, you're my wife now, and technically you can’t testify against me.”
“Rhodes.” She slaps my chest and shakes her head, but I see her grinning. “This isn’t a joke.”
“He’s right,” Georgia agrees. “I heard it in a podcast. Oooh, is that crab? See y'all later.”
Georgia takes off toward the buffet, and I glance back at the edge of the field where the man and the car are now gone.
“Seriously, Rhodes, should we?—”
“Come on,” I say and pull her behind me as I weave through the tent. We get to the back, and there’s a storage building behind it where they keep the supplies for the park.
“What are we doing?” She looks around like we’re going to get in trouble as I jimmy the lock open.
“You promised me alone time,” I say, and the door pops open. “Now come here and let me take your mind off everything that isn’t me.”
She squeals as I yank her inside and then push her up against the door to keep anyone from interrupting us.
“That’s a tempting offer, but don’t we have a tent full of people waiting for us to cut the cake?”
I’m already reaching for the bottom of her dress and hiking it up. “You think I give a fuck about cake when I’ve got my dessert right here?” I drop to my knees in front of her and then groan with desire. “Are you telling me this pussy has been bare all day?”
“Surprise?” Quinn bites her bottom lip as I toss her leg over my shoulder and kiss up her thigh.
“It’s probably for the best that you didn’t tell me sooner.” I take a long lick up her pussy lips and hum my appreciation. “Fuck, it’s like you’re even sweeter.”
“I love my husband’s mouth,” she moans, and I nearly cum in my suit.
I bury my face in her pussy and rub it all over me.
The feel of her softness, the taste of her pleasure, and the grip she has on my hair is too much.
I’m shaking with need, not only to claim my wife but to reassure myself that she’s here and she’s mine.
That no matter what, no one is going to take her from me.
She cums on my face, and I lick it up while helping her ride it out. Her hips rock back and forth on my tongue, and I let her use me. Once she’s got it all out, I get on my feet and jerk open the front of my pants.
“Goddamn,” I choke when I surge into her in one hard thrust. The feel of her soaking wet pussy still clenching from her orgasm is heaven. “I love you, sweetness.”
“I love you, Rhodes,” she whimpers as I go harder.
“I’m going to fuck you all night, wife.” My dick gets harder when I call her that. “I don’t know how you’re going to keep me off you.”
“You promise?” She’s so serious in the way she says it, my thrusts slow.
“Are you worried I won’t be able to keep up?” Now it’s my turn to laugh.
“Well, I was worried if I told you I was pregnant you’d go easy on me.”
My body stills as my eyes lock with her. “You’re pregnant?” She nods, and I think back to the past couple of weeks. We were both so busy with planning for the wedding I didn’t think about her missing a period. “You’re pregnant.”
“Yes.” Her eyes are watering, and I think mine are too.
“We’re having a baby.” I guess all I can do is repeat everything she’s saying. “Quinn, oh god, I’m gonna be a dad.” I wrap my arms around her and hold her impossibly tight as I start to thrust into her again. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” I say over and over.
She clings to me just as tightly, and we kiss like it’s the only way we can breathe. Her touch is all-consuming, and the knowledge that she’s carrying a baby, our baby, has made my life complete.
I grind against her clit with every stroke, and it makes her body tense. When I feel her pussy clenching around me and she cries out my name, I can’t hold back any longer. I fill her with every drop of my seed, loving that somewhere inside of her it’s already taken root.
“You’re my forever,” I tell her as I kiss every soft part of her I can reach. “You and our baby, and Boss.”
Quinn laughs between kissing me back. “Do you think he’ll be a good big brother?”
“If he loves them anywhere near what he loves you, he’ll be the best protector our baby could ever have.”
There’s a knock on the door, and Quinn’s entire body goes rigid. My dick is still inside of her, and someone is literally on the other side of the door a foot from us.
“Go away!” I shout, and it makes my wife laugh.
“You better come cut this cake or the Stitches are going to do it for you,” Mrs. Betty says. “And tell your husband to stay off of you for five minutes. He’s already put one baby in you, no need to make it a double.”
We both stare at each other with wide eyes while Quinn shakes her head. “I didn’t tell her. I didn’t tell anyone. How the heck does she know?”
“It’s the tits!” Mrs. Betty shouts, and I hear her footsteps moving away from the storage building.
“Oh fuck, she’s right,” I say, staring down at them. “I should have known.” I kiss each mound and then kiss her lips as I hold her close. “Sorry, I just want one more minute to hold you close. I won’t keep you here all night.”
“Don’t apologize.” Quinn touches my face, and we stare at one another for a long moment. “As long as I’m with you, I don’t care where I am.”
I trace the edge of her cheek as I think about how lucky I am that she chose this town to run to. How lucky I am that she parked her van on my property. How lucky I am that she welcomed my touch. How lucky I am that she loves me.
“And as long as you’re with me,” I say, putting her hand over my heart. “I’ll keep you so fucking safe.”
The End