Epilogue 1
Will
Phern’s asleep, one hand resting protectively over the gentle curve of her belly. Fuck. There’s nothing in the world like seeing her like this. Knowing she’s carrying my child. Again.
I lean in, unable to help myself, and press a slow kiss to her lips.
“Hi, sugar.”
Her hazel eyes flutter open, warm and a little sleepy. She stretches, the sheet slipping lower on her hips.
“Mmm. What time is it?”
“Just after eleven.” My palm glides over the rise of her stomach, lingering there. “How are my girls doing today?”
“We’re okay.” Her lips twitch, then dip into a pout. “But we missed you.”
My heart catches.
“Yeah?” I murmur, brushing a knuckle along her cheek. “That so?”
“Uh-huh,” she murmurs, her voice a slow drawl of need. “Was hoping you’d come home early. Put those hands to better use.”
I grin, sliding my palm lower, across the curve of her hip. “That right? And here I thought you needed rest.”
“I need you,” she whispers, threading her fingers into my hair as I kiss along her jaw. “Been needing you all day.”
Her thighs part beneath the sheets, invitation and temptation wrapped in one warm, familiar body. My mouth trails lower, worshipful against the sensitive skin of her throat.
“You should’ve called,” I murmur. “I’d have come running.”
“I know,” she breathes, arching up into my touch as my hand slips between her legs. “But it’s more fun when you’re hungry for it.”
I groan, the sound low and guttural in my chest. “Careful, sugar. You tease me like that, and I’m gonna remind you exactly who you belong to.”
Her smile turns wicked. “You should remind me now.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
In one fluid motion, I slide the sheet off her body, baring the soft swell of her breasts and the subtle curve of her belly. She’s radiant—flushed, warm, and already reaching for me. My mouth captures hers again, this time deeper, slower, all tongue and hunger.
My hand cradles her stomach as I press my body over hers, careful but aching with need. “God, look at you,” I whisper against her skin. “Carrying my baby and still so damn irresistible.”
Her breath hitches as I trail kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, lower still. When I reach her breasts, I take my time, teasing her with my tongue until she’s squirming beneath me.
“You feel everything more now,” I murmur, circling her nipple with lazy precision. “Don’t you?”
She moans, threading her fingers into my hair. “Yes… don’t stop.”
“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” I kiss lower, tasting the trail of heat down her body. “I’m gonna take my time with you tonight. Remind every inch of you who you belong to.”
She gasps as my mouth finds her center, her thighs trembling around my shoulders. I groan against her, savoring the way she falls apart for me—messy, beautiful, mine.
Her gasp is like fuel on fire.
“Spread your legs for me, sugar,” I murmur against her inner thigh, voice rough with want. “Let me see how wet you got just from a few kisses.”
She obeys, slow and eager, thighs parting for me like she was made to. I groan when I see the slick glistening between her folds.
“Fuck. Look at that.” I run a thumb through the mess, then bring it to her lips. “Taste what you do to me.”
She sucks it in without hesitation, eyes locked on mine, pupils blown wide. Goddamn, she’s perfect.
I settle between her legs, tongue dragging up her slit like I own her—which I do. She arches, a helpless whimper spilling from her throat as I suck her clit, hard and deep, just the way she likes.
“That’s it,” I growl against her. “Take it. Let me make this pretty pussy sing.”
She’s shaking already, hips grinding against my mouth, fingers buried in my hair like she’s trying to survive it. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she cries out.
“You gonna come for me already?” I taunt, licking slow circles around her clit. “So needy. All I did was walk in the door.”
“Yes—fuck, yes—don’t stop,” she pants, voice cracking.
But I do stop. Just for a second. Just long enough to pull back and watch her writhe.
“Beg for it.”
Her eyes flare. “Please. Please, Daddy, I need it—I need you.”
I climb over her, lining myself up, my cock thick and aching and ready to split her in two.
“You need me?” I growl, dragging the head through her slick heat but not pushing in. “You miss this cock? Miss getting fucked like you’re mine?”
“I am yours,” she breathes, wrapping her legs around my hips. “Every inch of me. Now fuck me.”
That’s all I need.
I slam into her in one thrust, deep and hard, and she cries out, head tipping back. I grip her hips and start to move, slow at first, grinding deep so she feels every inch.
“That’s it,” I snarl, pounding into her now. “Take me, sugar. Let me fuck you full all over again.”
She’s gasping, clenching around me, body flushed and trembling. I reach between us and rub her clit, ruthless and relentless.
“Come on this cock,” I command, my voice sharp. “Let me feel you lose it.”
She shatters with a scream, muscles clamping down hard as her orgasm rips through her. And I follow her over the edge, hips jerking as I come deep inside her, filling her until there’s nothing left to give.
We stay like that, panting, tangled, hearts pounding.
And then I kiss her slow and reverent, a contrast to everything I just did.
“My perfect girl,” I murmur, brushing the damp hair from her face. “You’re gonna kill me, one of these days.”
She smiles, bliss-drunk and glowing. “You’d come back haunting, asking for more.”
I chuckle, pulling her close. “Damn right I would.”
She’s still trembling beneath me, boneless and glowing, but I’m not done. Not even close.
I kiss her belly—slow, worshipful—then sit back on my heels, watching the rise and fall of her chest. “Don’t move,” I say, voice low. “Not one inch.”
She blinks up at me, dazed. “What are you—”
“You’ll see.” I reach for the bottle on the nightstand—my favorite whiskey, smooth and dark—and twist the cap off with one hand.
Her eyes widen. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would. And I am.”
I tilt the bottle just enough to drizzle a thin stream over her stomach, right across the soft swell where she’s carrying my child. She gasps, the chill a sharp contrast to the heat between us.
The amber liquid clings to her skin, dripping slowly into the curve of her navel.
I lean down, tongue dragging hot and slow across her belly as I lap it up.
“Mmm.” I groan deep in my chest. “Sweet. But not as sweet as you.”
She whimpers, her hands fisting in the sheets. “You’re insane.”
“For you?” I grin against her skin. “Every fucking time.”
I take my time licking every drop from her—her hips, her ribs, the dip of her waist. When I finish, I look up at her.
“You like being my glass, sugar?”
She nods, breath catching. “Do it again.”
I pour another slow trickle, this time lower. Right above the spot where I want to bury myself again. The whiskey slides between her thighs, and I follow it—tongue greedy, rough, sucking her clean until she’s shaking again.
“Fuck,” she cries out. “Please—God, please—”
“Please what?” I look up, mouth wet with her and whiskey. “Say it.”
“Please fuck me again. Hard.”
I growl, crawling back over her and flipping her onto her stomach with a firm hand on her hip. “You want hard?” I press my cock between her legs, thick and already stiff again. “You’re gonna take every inch.”
She moans into the pillow as I slide inside her from behind, slow at first—just enough to tease. Her body sucks me in like she was made for it.
I grab her by the hips and slam into her, rough and deep. The slap of skin fills the room, and she’s gasping, clawing at the sheets.
“Feel that?” I grunt, pounding into her harder. “That’s mine. This whole body—mine.”
“Yes—God, yes—yours, all yours—”
I reach around, fingers finding her clit again, working it in tight circles until she’s breaking apart beneath me, body shaking with her second orgasm.
I don’t stop.
I chase mine right through hers, driving into her until I spill inside her again with a roar, so deep and hard I see stars behind my eyes.
When we finally collapse—sweaty, breathless, tangled together—I press a kiss between her shoulder blades.
“You,” I whisper, “are going to be the death of me.”
She laughs. “You’ll die happy.”
“No doubt about it, sugar.”
Her body’s limp against the sheets, skin slick, thighs still trembling from the last round—but I’m not finished. I’m buried deep in the scent of her, in the feel of her, and fuck if I can stop now.
I run my hand down her spine, slow and firm, loving the way she arches into the touch even though she’s sensitive. Overworked. Used.
“Too much?” I murmur against her neck, my voice thick and gritty with want.
She shakes her head, breath catching. “Never.”
I grin, low and wicked. “That’s my girl.”
I roll her to her side, sliding in behind her, spooning her close so she feels all of me—my chest against her back, my hand possessive over her belly, my cock hard again, thick and already nudging against the swollen slick of her entrance.
“You feel that?” I grind just enough to make her whimper. “Still hard for you. Still hungry. You wreck me, sugar.”
She whines, trying to press back against me. “Then take me. I’m yours. Always.”
“Damn right you are.”
I ease into her slowly this time—inch by inch, stretching her open again, groaning at the feel of her still fluttering around me.
She’s soaked, ruined, and yet so damn ready.
My hand cradles her stomach as I thrust deep, grinding into her with long, deliberate strokes that make her gasp every time I bottom out.
“Can you feel how deep I am?” I whisper, lips against her ear. “Feel me right where our baby’s sleeping?”
“Yes—fuck, yes—it’s so much—”
“That’s what you need, isn’t it? To be filled up. Fucked full. Marked all over again.”
She’s moaning now, louder, as I keep that brutal, perfect rhythm—slow, deep, claiming.
“Touch yourself for me,” I growl, guiding her hand down between her thighs. “I want to feel you come while I’m buried inside you.”
She obeys, desperate little noises spilling from her lips as her fingers move, fast and shaky. I thrust harder, hand gripping her hip to keep her right where I want her.
“You’re mine,” I groan. “Every part of you. Every moan, every breath, every fucking heartbeat. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps. “Yours, yours—fuck, I’m coming—”
She shatters again, her body clamping down so tight around me it steals the air from my lungs. I follow with a guttural growl, driving into her as I come one last time, spilling deep, everything in me pouring into her.
We collapse together, sweat-soaked and panting. I kiss her shoulder, her neck, the back of her ear.
“Three rounds,” I whisper. “Still not enough of you.”
She laughs, breathless and spent. “Then what are you gonna do about it?”
I smile against her skin. “Guess you’ll just have to find out in the morning.”