Epilogue
MIA
Two Years Later
It’s early May, and already the temperatures are in the seventies, making it ideal weather to sit on the back deck.
I’m barefoot, plopped on my favorite lounger, and facing the lake with my laptop and a fresh pitcher of half sweet tea, half lemonade.
I love the sensation of the warm sun mixed with a cool breeze on my skin—which is currently barely covered by a pair of tiny, black, thread-bare, cotton shorts and a pink cotton cami.
To clear my head, I inhale and exhale a deep, calming breath. I sip my drink and allow the refreshing liquid to cool me down from the inside out. Closing my eyes, I quiet the noise in my head until I’m ready to write.
I still can’t believe I’m working on my third series. Or that I’m a published author and people actually buy my books. But here I am, writing book one of my protective hero series, inspired by my husband, who’s the most protective hero of them all.
My husband.
As I look down to admire my three-stone diamond wedding ring, I hear that sexy voice I love coming from the back door.
“Mrs. Stevens. Have you been a good girl today?”
I turn in my seat to give him my attention. The sight of him in uniform always takes my breath away. Jace is gorgeous on any given day, but when he’s Officer Stevens, he makes my damn ovaries faint.
“Sir, I’m always a good girl.” I close my laptop and set it on the glass table in front of me.
“That’s excellent, Mrs. Stevens. I’d hate to have to take you in.” The corner of his mouth tips up in a seductive smirk. “I see you’re wearing my favorite glasses. You know I love the librarian look.”
I gingerly grasp the earpiece between my thumb and index finger and slide my glasses down just a smidge. “Oh, these? They turn you on, Officer Stevens?”
“It’s the messy bun with the pencil in your hair too. So fucking hot, baby.” He pushes off the doorway and walks towards me with a swagger full of confidence. He stands in front of me as I remain seated on the lounger, looking up at him through a lust-filled haze.
Damn, this man is hot.
“Did you finish your word count for today?”
I know I should feel bad for not reaching my goal, but honestly, I’m excited. Because now, we get to play my favorite game. “I’m sorry, officer, but I got distracted.” It’s a struggle to keep the smile off my face while knowing what’s coming next.
“You don’t sound very sorry, Mrs. Stevens. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you intentionally didn’t reach your goal so that you could be punished.” He places his big, rough hands on his lean hips and stares down at me.
I shrug noncommittally. “Maybe. Maybe I just needed some help with inspiration for a sex scene and thought an officer like you could do the trick. Or maybe I should just do my own research…” I wrinkle my brow and twist my mouth in a thoughtful expression, as if I’m considering my options, then reach around him for my laptop.
He grasps my wrist to halt my actions. “Not so fast, Miss.” He narrows his eyes at me and hauls me to my feet. “If you need to do a little research, then allow me to assist. It is part of my job… To serve.”
He crushes his lips to mine and kisses all the thoughts right out of my head.
I’m lost in the passionate tangle of our mouths when I feel cold steel wrap around my wrists.
I blink a few times to get my bearings before observing my hands.
He handcuffed me. I peer at him and see a sly grin on his face.
“Am I under arrest, officer?”
“Yes, for failure to comply.” He slides down the straps of my cami, exposing my shoulders and brushing his thumbs along my collarbones.
“But I think I have a suitable punishment for your crime.” He kisses the delicate flesh between my neck and shoulder before gently biting me, causing my nipples to harden into firm peaks.
I gasp as his warm, wet mouth licks and sucks along my neckline. His hands massage my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples while eliciting pleasurable pain. Although I’m restrained, I try to reach out and touch his hard cock, but he stops me.
“Bad girls don’t get to touch, Mia.” He shakes his head, and I can’t help the pout that forms on my lips. It only makes him smile, before he says, “But if you behave, I’ll let you touch me with your mouth.” Just thinking about wrapping my lips around my husband’s cock has my pussy throbbing.
Jace grips the bottom of my cami and lifts it over my head. He can’t remove it because of the cuffs, but he lets it dangle off my wrists. I’m not wearing a bra, so my ample breasts are exposed to him, and he doesn’t waste the opportunity to bury his face between my mounds.
“Fuck, I love these tits.” He lavishes attention on each of them, sucking them into his mouth like a man starved.
He rubs my soft skin against his face and breathes in my vanilla scent before tugging one of my nipples between his teeth and lightly biting down.
I want so badly to touch him, but I know he won’t let me.
So, I ball my hands into fists, trying to be obedient like he instructed.
He sinks to his knees and strips me of my shorts and panties. My skin breaks out in goosebumps when I feel the cool breeze hit my soaking-wet pussy lips. Then, Jace peers up at me with hooded eyes.
“Look how wet you are for me, baby.” He takes a long, languid lick of my glistening lips, and my whole body quivers. “Sit down. Hands over your head and grab the back of the chair.” My breaths quicken, but I follow his commands.
As soon as I’m seated with my limbs in place, Jace spreads my thighs obscenely wide, forcing my pussy open and exposing my most intimate parts.
I’m completely naked and bared to him, outside on our back deck, while he’s fully clothed in his officer’s uniform.
He has all the power and authority, but as he kneels before me, I know I’m the one in control.
It’s a heady feeling, and I love knowing that it’s my body he wants.
“It’s a shame you didn’t do what you were supposed to do today, baby.” He strokes the tip of his finger up and down my inner lips. My hips roll, seeking more of his touch. “Stop squirming, Mia, or I’ll drag this out even longer. This is what happens when you break my laws.”
“I promise I’ll do better next time, Officer Stevens.” He tsks his tongue at me.
“I’ve heard that before, Mrs. Stevens. Yet, here we are. Let’s see how many orgasms it takes to get your compliance.” There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as he slowly glides his palms across my inner thighs.
He takes his sweet time teasing my skin, getting close to where I want him but not actually touching my pussy. My fingers dig into the back of the chair as my core begins to ache with need. Then, just as a whine escapes my lips, I feel his warm breath blow on my hot center.
“Please, Jace.”
“Please, what, Mia?” His mouth is so close that I can feel the vibrations as he speaks.
“Put your mouth on me.” He kisses my knee, and I whimper in frustration.
“Oh, did you mean here?” He places the softest kiss imaginable on my clit, and I growl my displeasure, making him laugh. “I guess you should start meeting your goals, then, huh?” His hands never stop teasing my thighs, and I’m about to crawl out of my skin if he doesn’t touch my pussy soon.
He holds my gaze, fully aware of my heightened arousal, and finally decides to put me out of my misery. After leaning down and inhaling my scent, he latches onto my clit as if his life depends on it. His tongue swirls across it over and over as he pulls my lips apart with his thumbs.
He’s ravaging my body like he can’t get enough while moaning his enjoyment into my core. Then, he grips my ankles, placing the soles of my bare feet flat on the oversized chair, and reaches beneath my ass to pull my pussy closer to his face.
“Fucking hell, you taste so good.”
My toes curl, and I grip the chair hard as I hold on, feeling my orgasm bubbling to the surface. Jace slips in two thick fingers, curling them towards my G-spot as he continues to masterfully work my clit with his tongue. I’m a writhing, dripping mess when I come with a scream.
“Oh, God! Jace!”
My body vibrates with my release, and all my muscles tighten up. When I come down from my euphoric high and relax my limbs, I try to close my legs, but Jace isn’t having it. His mouth glistens with my honey as he looks at me from between my thighs.
“Oh no, Mrs. Stevens. You’re not done yet. You’re gonna give me at least two more, and then you’re gonna come on my dick until you can’t come anymore.”
“Jace…” I whine, but it's weak, knowing I want what he’s offering.
He doesn’t say anything else and makes good on what he promised, giving me two additional orgasms with his fingers and his mouth.
My arms have fallen to my sides, and my legs have slumped as I’ve become a puddle of blissful goo.
Jace rubs his hands up and down my thighs, then stands while I watch him through my sated haze.
He strips out of his uniform, and I feel like I’m getting my own private Magic Mike show. Damn, my husband is so fucking sexy. My pussy perks up, and suddenly, I have a little more energy, ready for that big dick bobbing right in front of me.
My eyes are distracted by his cock when Jace quickly lifts me from the lounger and takes my place.
He grips my hips and pulls me towards him, signaling me to straddle his waist, and I immediately submit.
He raises my arms, being gentle with the cuffs, and places them over his head so I can hold on to the back of the chair.
His long, thick cock stands tall between us, and I grind my clit at its base.
“Lift up, baby. I wanna watch you take my cock.”
I do as he says, feeling his tip hit my entrance, and pause to enjoy the sensation.
He pulls my head closer, kissing me deeply as I sink onto his hard length.
I moan into his mouth, and he swallows the sound, then moves his hands to my waist and holds me in place.
He flexes his hips, pushing his dick deeper inside me while pressing me down on him.
I swear it feels like my insides are rearranging.
“Fuck, Jace!”
“Such a good girl, baby. Hold on.”
I start moving in a smooth, steady rhythm that quickly builds pace.
My back arches, thrusting my breasts forward, and Jace captures one, sucking it into his hot mouth while lightly scrapping my nipple with his teeth.
At the same time, he uses his other hand to tease my clit with his thumb, and seconds later, my orgasm flows through me.
I feel my cream drip from my body and down Jace’s shaft, making the sounds of our sex that much louder.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come, Mia. I love watching you come on my cock.” He doesn’t let up and forces me to give him another release before he’s ready to chase his own. “You gonna be a good girl from now on, Mia? You had enough punishment?”
“Please, Jace. I want you to come with me this time.” My words are choppy as I struggle to keep my rhythm.
He holds my body still and keeps me from moving, then he thrusts his hips hard and fast, pounding his dick up into me. I throw my head back and cry out. But just as I think I’m going to come again, he stops and lifts me off him.
I pout, my pussy aching to be filled again, when Jace says, “Over to the table.” A smile spreads across my face because I know what’s coming next. I almost run to the wrought iron dining table, bending over it without instruction and presenting my pussy. “Such a good girl, Mrs. Stevens.”
“Do I get off early, then? For good behavior?”
“I think you just might.”
I lie down on the table, and Jace mounts me from behind.
The steel cuffs clank against the iron, and the slippery sounds of our sex, mixed with my moans and Jace’s grunts, all fill the air.
His pace is relentless and his force is brutal, as he grips my hips almost painfully.
Knowing that I’m the one that makes this man come apart like this is indescribable.
“Damn it, Mia. I can’t get enough of you, baby. It’ll never be enough.” I rest my cheek on the cool metal as my fingers grip the holes of its intricate design. “Come for me, baby. Last one.”
He fucks me harder, our bodies slapping together as we both come, screaming into the night. White flashes across my vision as my walls clench down on his pulsing dick, while he fills me with rope after rope of his hot cum.
I lie there, absolutely boneless and unable to move, with a languid smile on my face. He peppers my back with sweet kisses before slowly pulling out and dropping into a chair.
“Now, isn’t that a fucking pretty sight?” I raise my head and look at him sitting behind me, my ass in the air… on full display.
“What’s that?”
“My cum dripping out of your hot little pussy.” A big grin covers his face.
“Oh my God.” I quickly stand, slightly embarrassed, and move towards the house to clean up. But he grabs me and pulls me into his lap, not at all concerned with the mess.
“Don’t get shy on me, Mrs. Stevens. That’s my pussy, and I think it’s pretty with my cum on it.”
“You’re gross.”
“But you love me.” He kisses my shoulder and smiles at me.
“Always.”
“Think we finally made a baby this time?” I love seeing the hope in his beautiful blue eyes. After being married for just a year, I didn’t think he’d want a family so soon, but he can’t wait for children.
“Well, not this time, honey.” He tries to hide his disappointment, but I know it’s there when his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. I lift his chin and give him a chaste kiss. Then I whisper, “Because I’m already pregnant.”
His eyes go wide, before he gives me the biggest, most dazzling smile I've ever seen. “Fuck, I love you, Mia.”
“I love you too, Officer Stevens.”