Epilogue-Trace
One Year Later
“Are you sure it’s okay to ride a horse while you’re pregnant?” The last thing I want is to endanger our little one who’s growing inside her.
“The doctor said it’s fine. Besides, it's only the first trimester, and surprisingly, it’s the safest for horseback riding.
Plus, I have a surprise for you.” She easily glides onto her horse's back as if she’s been riding her whole life.
I let her set the pace as she leads me to the waiting surprise.
Ever since I taught Ember how to ride a horse, I haven’t been able to keep her off horses. She said she loves the freedom and the feel of the wind in her hair while riding. I know exactly what she means. It’s an escape from reality.
I bought Ember her own horse not long after she moved in with me, just a month after we first met. She named her horse Rogue to go along with my horse Gambit. Another thing we have in common—our love for the X-Men comics.
Looking back to when we first met, I can’t believe I ever thought she was a wild party girl.
But after years of playing the part, she had it down to a T.
Once we stopped the threat to Ember and Elsa, they took over the family jewelry business, making their Frozen Flame collection one of the biggest-selling collections of all time, surpassing even their parents' predictions and all without using their fake public personas.
Once the public got to know the real Ember and Elsa, they fell in love with them, helping to push their company beyond everyone’s expectations.
The moment I see our tree, I know we’ve reached the surprise destination.
Sure enough, there’s a large blanket spread out under the tree with a cooler sitting nearby.
We slide off our horses and tie their reins to a tree branch far enough away that they won’t interfere with whatever Ember has planned.
Ember takes my hand and leads me to our tree, and lowers herself to the blanket, pulling me down with her. “Mae and Josie set this up for us. I wanted some alone time before the baby arrives.”
“That’s a very good thing, wife.” I lean down and kiss her lips.
“There was something else the doctor said that was still safe to do.” She whispers against my mouth.
“Oh, yeah? And what was that?”
Before I know it, she shifts her body and rolls me over until my back is on the blanket, and she’s straddling my hips, unbuckling my belt. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
The zipper on my jeans hisses as she unzips me. Her soft hands push the fabric of my underwear and pants down, leaving me naked from my waist to my knees. In no time, she has my t-shirt pulled over my head and her clothes thrown in the grass somewhere around us.
She shifts her hips, lining my cock up with her already soaked pussy. That’s something else we have in common, our constant need for each other. She lowers herself onto my cock, inch by inch, until she’s fully seated on me. “Like the saying goes, save a horse, ride a cowboy.”
We laugh at her joke, our laughter soon turning into moans of pleasure as she rotates her hips, riding me just like she said she would.
“I love you, Trace.” She moans as she bounces up and down, her hands exploring her breasts.
“And I love you, Darlin’.”
-The End-