Series Epilogue #5
“God, I love you so much it makes me sick.” I covered her mouth with mine, kissing the laughter right off her perfect lips.
JARED
While I was grateful that using some of our farmland to add developments and rentals had not only saved my grandfather’s farm but provided a very good income, sometimes I longed for the days when all I had to deal with were the stresses of the farm.
At least then, I was outside, working physically hard and seeing the results of that labor.
Spending the day managing issues with rental properties was not my idea of farm life.
By three o’clock that afternoon, everything seemed to be in hand.
Allegra was working at her gallery in the village, and it didn’t close until six thirty in the summer months.
New fencing was required on the border of Caledonia Sky, the field where we’d built the glamping pods.
We rotated the farm fields every couple of years and the adjoining field would have livestock in it.
The current fence required reinforcing, but we’d need to dig a trench along it.
For the past week, I’d been acting like a manager rather than a farmer while Georgie, my farmhand, did most of the grunt work.
I needed less paperwork and more dirt, so I changed into my outdoor gear and headed over to the field.
Two hours passed. I’d removed my shirt and sweat dripped down my forehead and torso. I probably had streaks of mud on my face, my hands were caked with it, and my back ached with the constant movement of digging.
It felt fucking great.
Wiping a hand over my forehead, I reached down for the large flask of water I’d brought with me and caught sight of two women sitting outside their glamping pod, blatantly ogling me.
I gave them a nod and turned away.
I could already imagine what Allegra would say. “Maybe they’ll book with us again in the hopes of catching a glimpse of the hot farmer.” My lips tugged up at the corner because that’s exactly what my wife would say. No jealousy. No insecurity.
She had no need. I showed her every day how much I loved her. Needed her.
An hour or so later, I pulled my phone out of my back pocket.
I had a text from Allegra to say she was home and that our son, Collum (named for my grandfather), was having dinner at Aria and North’s this evening.
I immediately packed up to return home, my body already vibrating with anticipation.
Allegra was four months pregnant and horny as fuck.
She’d been the same with Collum. Honestly, if it were up to me, she’d be pregnant all the time.
Allegra home alone, though, meant we could be loud.
I practically raced home. As I burst through the front door of the farmhouse, I called, “Where are you?”
There was no answer.
Striding impatiently through the house, I moved into the kitchen and looked out the back window.
Tenderness clipped my impatience. Letting myself quietly out the back door, I watched as Allegra wandered up and down the chicken run, chatting affectionately with her hens.
Her cap-sleeved summer dress fluttered in the slight breeze, the fabric caressing the gently rounded belly where our second child grew.
My wife was and always would be the most beautiful woman I’d ever known. It was the kind of beauty she couldn’t see by looking in the mirror, though she’d been very well compensated by the genetic gods. Allegra McCulloch’s beauty glowed from the inside out.
I was a blessed man.
She turned, her strands of dark hair falling from the messy bun on top of her head. She smiled slowly. “Hi, husband.”
“Hello, wife.”
With a skip in her step, Allegra strolled toward me. A heated look entered her eyes. “You’re all sweaty.”
“Been out in the fields.”
“Goody for me.” She wound her arms around my neck and drew me down for a hungry, slow kiss. With a hop, she jumped into my arms, legs wrapped around me, and I carried her inside. We didn’t have to say a word as I climbed the stairs to our bedroom. I pulled off my T-shirt, throwing it in the corner.
“How was your day?” I asked on a huff as Allegra scraped her teeth over my nipple. Her hands roamed my body, greedy, wanting.
“Fine. Painting sold. All good. Horny.”
Chuckling, I helped her unzip my jeans. Then she impatiently wiggled out of her underwear and then tugged me toward the bed.
“Can I get undressed properly first?” I laughed as she yanked my jeans and boxers down just enough to free my cock.
“Nope. Urgent business to attend to.” She tugged me down. I braced over her with one hand and guided between her legs as she pulled the skirt of her dress up and out of the way.
Fuck. A guttural groan sounded from my chest as I pushed into her with ease. She was soaked. Allegra moaned, clutching at my arse to pull me deeper.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I promised.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered. “This … this is ridiculous. Too soon, too soon!”
I stifled a laugh at her panicked cries. “Just come. I’ll make you come as many times as you want. Just be loud,” I demanded. “You know I like you when you’re loud, baby.”
And we had to be quiet so often now.
In answer, on my next thrust, her pussy clenched around me in tight ripples as she came and my wife cried out my name so loudly, I followed her into climax.
“We’re not done,” I said once my shuddering had stopped. “Again. This time naked.”
“On my knees.”
“Always full of good suggestions, baby.” I smacked what I could of her rump and pulled out to sit up and noticed the mud on my hands. “Let me wash my hands first.”
“Okay.” Allegra lay sprawled on the bed, so fucking hot as she slid her hand between her legs. I could feel my balls tightening again. “Come back quickly or I’ll come without you.”
“You’ll wait for your husband,” I told her sternly. “Hand off what’s mine.”
She chuckled throatily but obediently removed her hand. “I love you, you bossy Highlander.”
I threw her a cocky grin over my shoulder. “Not as much as this bossy Highlander loves you.”
LEWIS
The cry of our baby was like an instant injection of adrenaline. Both Callie and I jolted awake, eyes blinking against the dim light. “I’ll get him,” we said in unison.
“No, sleep.” Callie none-too-gently shoved me down. “You went last time.”
“Sure?”
She grunted at me and stumbled upward.
Our son’s wailing was joined by our daughter’s.
I groaned and threw my legs off the bed first. “I’ll get her.”
We shuffled out of our bedroom and down the hall.
Callie slipped into the nursery to see to our son Xander while I crept into the bedroom opposite to soothe Harley.
Because our son and daughter were so close in age, we’d liked the thought of them sharing the nursery.
But Harley was just starting to fall into a good routine when Xander’s constant waking throughout the night woke her too.
We’d fixed up the other bedroom and for the most part, it worked. But there were still some nights Xander’s wailing was so loud, it woke his big sister.
Harley stood in her cot, clutching her favorite teddy her uncle Fyfe had given her, her eyes filled with tears. “Dada!” she cried harder at the sight of me, hiccupping. No matter how exhausted I was, it still hurt like hell to see my baby cry.
“It’s all right, mo leanabh. Daddy’s here.
” My voice was hoarse with lack of sleep as I lifted Harley out of the cot and into my arms. Noting her dummy had fallen out, I did a quick search and found it on the floor.
Harley wriggled and fussed in my arms as I carried her into the bathroom to wash the dummy.
Then I offered it to her and she cutely opened her mouth, sucking on it.
Sleepily, she rubbed at her eyes and I carried her back into her room.
I could hear Callie soothing Xander, singing softly to him and probably bouncing him because it was the only thing that seemed to help him settle. Easing into Harley’s rocking chair, I felt my daughter’s warm weight melt into me as she snuggled against my chest, sucking on her pacifier.
I rubbed her back, my eyelids fluttering, fighting, as Harley tried to fall back asleep. “That’s right, mo leanabh. Back to sleep. Let Dada sleep.” I rubbed my own eyes with my free hand and yawned. “Dada would like to sleep for five years.”
In fact, Dada must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, I was being shaken awake by my exhausted-looking wife. Callie eased Harley gently out of my arms and carried her over to the cot. Thankfully, she didn’t wake up.
Callie turned to me, a finger to her lips.
I nodded and slowly got up. The two of us crept from the room and down the hallway like we were burgling our own home.
Once we reached it, we hurried back into bed, afraid that at any second, one of them might wake again.
I pulled Callie into my arms and she rested her cheek on my chest. “I’m so tired, every inch of my body hurts. I didn’t know this kind of tired existed.”
“I’m so tired I feel like there are wee gremlins living in my nerve endings and I just want to scream,” Callie whimpered comically. “But I’m too tired to scream.” Her laugh ended on a sob that made me chuckle and pull her close for a kiss.
“I know, I know.” I did. I totally fucking knew what she meant.
“They’re worth it, though. They are worth it, right?”
For some reason, this made us both burst into laughter. And then we had to hush each other so we wouldn’t wake the kids.
“We’re losing our minds.” Callie gasped, trying to stifle the hysteria.
“Just a bit.”
“Why is it so hard? I mean, Harley was hard, but it was manageable hard. Two of them … it’s like they’ve quadrupled on us. Like gremlins when you pour water on them.”
I snorted. “What’s with the gremlin analogies?”
“Is that an anal … an anal—”
“Are you saying anal?”
Now she snorted. “No anal … ahnahlogy. Analogy. Couldn’t get that out. You’re not getting anal, by the way.”