Series Epilogue
A YEAR OR SO LATER …
LACHLAN
Robyn had shoved the bedcovers off in her sleep, and I stared broodingly at her long, bare legs. Her sleep shorts had ridden high, and I could see the curve of her perfect arse, while her tee had hiked up, revealing her stomach. Impatience rode me as I stood over the bed with the phone to my ear.
“You’re sure it’s normal?” Brodan asked, his voice raspy with lack of sleep.
Grasping on to my patience and sympathy when all I wanted to do was hang up and make love to my wife before our child wakened, I nodded and replied quietly, “At six months, Vivien screamed and cried whenever Robyn left the room. It’s just separation anxiety.
” He’d called me at five in the morning because Monroe was unable to leave their six-month-old son without him wailing.
He wouldn’t sleep unless she was there, and this was a new development.
“Right.” Brodan still sounded troubled.
“Look, if it’s bothering you that much, call your health visitor to ask her for some advice.”
“Nah, nah, I’m sure you’re right.”
I thought of what I’d done with Vivien’s cot during that time. “Why don’t you bring Lennox’s cot right up to Monroe’s side of the bed? That way he can see her, and they can both get some sleep.”
They’d named their son after me. Lennox was my middle name. I’d not only been privileged to marry them in the castle turret that I’d forgotten had been their place as children, but they’d honored me by naming my nephew after me.
Which was why I was being as patient as I was right now.
Brodan sucked in a breath. “Aye, that’s what I’ll do. Thanks, Lachlan. Sorry I woke you.”
“Don’t be. You can call me anytime …” I smirked as my eyes lingered longingly on my wife’s magnificent legs. “Just not anytime in the next hour, all right?”
My brother chuckled. “I hear you.” Then he groaned, “Fuck, I miss my wife.”
Understanding, I assured him, “The first few months are the hardest. Trust me, you find the energy and time for each other again.”
“I’m clinging to that reminder,” he joked. “Anyway, I’ll let you go. Talk soon.”
We hung up and I placed my phone on silent before settling it on the bedside table. The baby monitor beside it barely crackled, informing me my wee angel was still asleep in the next room.
Which was great news for Mum and Dad.
Anticipation and heat thrummed through me as I stared down at this woman who had become everything to me.
If I’d thought I loved her before we had Vivien, I was shocked to discover how much more I could adore Robyn Adair after she gave me our daughter.
I had friends whose marriages fell apart once they had kids …
but ours had only strengthened. Robyn was so calm and collected in the face of the exhaustion and stress of being parents to a newborn.
Her patience awed me. We’d cared for each other during the transition from two to three, and it hadn’t pushed us apart at all.
Vivien had bound us so tightly together, we were two halves of a whole.
Needing Robyn, I whipped off my pajamas and pushed the duvet cover aside.
She shifted in her sleep, lashes fluttering with dreams. I didn’t consider leaving her to sleep.
My wife had woken me in the middle of the night last weekend to slake her lust. I grinned at the memory and curled my fingers into her shorts and knickers.
She grumbled as I pulled them down her legs, but her hips shifted instinctually. My cock grew hard as I nudged her legs apart and took in the sight of her.
Robyn awoke with an aroused gasp a few seconds later with my head between her thighs and my mouth on her.
“Lachlan!” she cried and then slapped her hand over her mouth to be quiet.
I lapped at her, licking and sucking her clit. Robyn’s fingers tangled in my hair, tight, holding me to her as she urged her hips against me, riding me.
My grip on her thighs tightened as I devoured my wife.
It didn’t take long.
She came, teeth clenched against the cry of release that wanted to tear from her throat.
I missed being loud. Listening to Robyn’s excitement got me off.
But our three-year wedding anniversary was coming up very soon, and Arro and Mac had agreed to babysit Vivien for the weekend.
I was surprising Robyn with three nights in Paris, and I was going to make my wife scream the roof off our hotel with as many orgasms as we could fit into our stay.
I was a bit anxious about leaving Vivien for the first time, but she’d be in safe hands.
And I believed it was good for me and Robyn to have those moments together.
My wife glided her hands over my arms and chest, drawing me to her for a kiss as she still trembled from her release. I took her mouth hungrily as I gripped her by the thigh and opened her. I pushed into her wet heat and growled into the kiss.
Robyn lifted her legs, wrapping them around my hips as I braced myself over her and thrust. Our lips parted on her gasp, and I held her gaze as I slowly fucked her.
“Take off your T-shirt,” I demanded, stilling inside her.
She scrambled to haul it off, her naked breasts trembling with the movement. Her tight nipples taunted me, and I bent my head to suck one into my mouth before she’d even thrown her tee away.
“Lachlan,” she moaned, fingers biting into my back as she undulated in perfect rhythm against me. “Keep going.”
I moved inside her again, lifting my head to watch her flushed reaction.
“Honey, harder!”
“Shh,” I hushed even as I increased the power behind my drives into her.
“Oh, God, yes …” She smoothed her hands down my back to grab my arse. “Harder.”
At the feverish need in her eyes, I got up on my knees, forcing her to unwrap her legs, and gripped the back of her thighs, tilting her hips up.
Robyn lost her purchase on me, arms falling to her sides, as she could do nothing but enjoy being fucked as hard as she needed.
Her breasts shook with my every thrust, and Robyn’s mouth was wide with her escaping moans, her eyes narrow with lust, her cheeks flushed.
So goddamn beautiful.
So very mine.
“Lachlan!”
I forgot to tell her to be quiet.
I forgot everything but making her come.
“That’s it, get there, Braveheart,” I urged harshly as I felt her wet heat tighten around my cock. She was heaven. “Come around me. Let me feel you.”
“Harder!”
Her thighs would bruise from my grip, but my wife liked all kinds of sex and obviously this morning, she was in the mood for rough. It took every ounce of willpower to drag my throbbing cock out of her, but I did. “Get on your knees, hands on the headboard,” I ordered.
Excitement danced in Robyn’s eyes as she took no time at all following direction.
Cupping her perfect arse in my hands, I nudged her knees wide with mine and then I drove back into her.
Her cry rent the air. Wrapping one hand in her hair to hold her to me while I gripped her hip with the other, I thrust into her with such force the bed creaked with each snap of my hips.
She pushed back into me. “Yes!”
“Is this what you need?” I asked harshly, desperately.
“Yes. Lachlan!”
I lost myself in her, roughly taking what she wanted to give.
“I’m gonna come,” she whimpered.
Cognizance returned to me at that moment, and I angled her head back to cover her mouth with mine as her husky shout of release was swallowed by my kiss. At the hard, pulsing tug around me, I came seconds later, groaning into Robyn as I released savagely inside her.
She melted against the headboard as I pressed into her, my face buried in the crook of her neck as my cock still throbbed inside her and her inner muscles contracted around me.
“Well, that was pretty effing amazing,” Robyn said breathlessly with a smile in her voice.
Grinning, I lifted my head to answer when the sound of Vivien’s crying suddenly blasted through the baby monitor.
“Shit.” I pulled out of my wife, and she turned to stare at me with a mix of hazy lust and guilt.
“Did we wake her?” Robyn asked.
“I don’t know, Braveheart. I’ll go see to her.”
“I can do it.”
I smirked and pressed a kiss to her nose. “I doubt you’ll be able to walk straight right now.”
“Cocky bastard,” she teased, rolling her eyes.
As much as I would have loved to pull Robyn into my arms and just hold her for a bit, I hastened. Hurrying into the bathroom, I quickly cleaned up and then drew on my pajamas. Vivien’s cries still filled our suite.
“I’m coming, angel,” I whispered to myself as I rushed from the bathroom.
Robyn laid on the bed, naked, relaxed, and so inviting it physically hurt. She smiled lovingly at me as I passed, and I winked at her before disappearing from the room.
Vivien’s nursery was just down the hall. Like us, she had a magnificent view of the North Sea.
That view was nothing compared to my wee girl as she stood in her cot, face scrunched, cheeks red and tears streaming. My chest caved at the sight as it always did. No one prepared me for that. To feel Vivien’s tears like a score across my heart, no matter what had produced them.
“Aw, wee angel, Daddy’s here,” I told her, feeling guilty that we might have woken her.
She reached her chubby arms out to me, and it was then I noted how easily she could have crawled out of her cot.
It was maybe time to move her to a bed, but the thought filled me with a weird sense of panic.
Time was moving too quickly. “Isn’t it, angel?
” I lifted her warm body into my arms, and her cries instantly quietened to hiccups and sniffles.
I pressed kisses to her face and coaxed a smile from her.
“Dada,” she said with exhausted, relieved weariness before leaning her head on my shoulder.
I overflowed with love, unable to contain its magnitude as I wandered over to Vivien’s large window to show her the morning sun spilling across the water.
“It’s a beautiful morning, Viv,” I whispered as she stared sleepily out the window. “See the sun sparkling on the water? Like diamonds.”
“Cookie,” she replied.