Epilogue
Nolan Hendrix
I heard water pouring into the bathroom as I turned the pages of the book I was reading on Kindle. I’m not a big reader, but ever since my baby released Zaysh the Crown Prince —her latest book—I had to read it and memorize every word, every damn scene.
Yeah, I’m a supportive husband, and I’ll always do everything I can so she can shine. But I also knew that wasn’t really why I needed to read what Lena had written. I synced my Kindle to hers so I could peep the books she loved and study the fuck outta them.
Six months with her and our daughter Marisa had been the best of my life.
Having them with me made me feel whole in ways I didn’t even know I was broken.
I was falling deeper for Lena every damn day.
She was the missing piece I didn’t know I needed.
And Marisa was turning into the smartest, funniest little girl I’d ever known. Watching her grow was a fucking gift.
Her and Aja were tight as hell—inseparable now. We couldn’t even imagine splitting them up. Aja lived with us and was in the same private school as Marisa. We picked one with an advanced program, best teachers, all that. And Coco was still helping with the girls whenever we needed the backup.
Silas was still running his security agency, still taking on high-risk ops.
Lately, I heard he was planning a collab with some heavy gang in Detroit called the Street Pharaohs .
Typical Silas shit. Deep in some dangerous world, acting chill like it’s Sunday brunch.
And last time I pulled up on him, that nigga was deep inside his mamacita —Lex’s ex-wife.
Looks like that little revenge stunt we pulled turned into a regular affair.
As for Lex and Mrs. Porter, their cases were officially closed.
Porter got hit with sexual harassment charges and had to pay damages.
Lex caught a felony charge for child endangerment and physical abuse toward Marisa.
Good thing he got what the fuck he deserved otherwise I would’ve finished him myself for touching my baby.
Since I stepped down from teaching at St. Gabrielle Academy, I’d been all about building something new.
I didn’t wanna go back to the university—not now, and maybe not ever.
Meeting Lena that day at that open-door event flipped everything in my career.
And I fucking love being passionate about something, about her and her projects.
I already started laying the groundwork for our publishing company. I’m building this company around my wife’s vision, brick by brick, just the way she imagined it. I’d work for her. Build every room for her dreams. Put her name where it belongs—in lights.
The water stopped. Bathroom door creaked open. And there she was—my wife, my beautiful, naked Lena, stepping into the room like a fucking goddess. She sat on the edge of the bed, skin still glistening, bottle of lotion in hand. Her belly round and full with our son.
I stood, walked over, and placed my palms on her belly, warm and firm beneath my fingers.
Five months pregnant, and glowing like the damn sun.
I hadn’t waited a minute after the wedding to put a baby in her.
Every time I’d been inside her, I whispered my demand.
“Give me a kid.” And we had been blessed with NJ.
“Let me do it for you,” I murmured, taking the lotion from her hands.
“Thank you, baby.”
I poured some into my palms and started working it into her skin—slow, deep strokes, loving every curve. I lingered on her belly, kissing it softly, speaking to our son, made with all the love and all the fucking heat between us. Then I moved up to her breasts, now heavy and sensitive.
“Hum…” she moaned, head tilting back.
“You like that?” I asked, voice low.
“If you keep doing that, I’ma get a nipple orgasm again,” she whispered, already breathless.
“Let me suck them. Then I’ll take care of that pussy,” I growled, mouth brushing her skin. “Let me put you to sleep.”
She smiled. God, that smile. I’d give the whole world for it.
“You miss no opportunity to fuck, Nolan. Don’t be using my pregnancy hormones to get some pussy.”
I laughed and kissed her. Then tucked her in bed like the queen she was.
I grabbed my Kindle again because I still hadn’t finished that nasty prince who was fucking the princess everywhere.
“What you reading?” she asked, watching me from the pillow.
“Reading about the man who locked you down and put a baby in your belly.”
“No… You’re reading Zaysh ? Why?”
“Yup,” I said. “Because reading what you write is like a fucking cheat code. I’m studying you so I can give you this dick exactly how you like it.”
“Oh, you’re so fucking nasty.”
I leaned close, wrapped her in my arms, and kissed her neck, her lips, her forehead. Then I whispered in her ear all the shit I learned.
“It’s a shame I don’t teach at that school anymore. I would’ve fucked you right in the damn classroom, since your characters like getting bent over desks.”
“Nolan…” she warned, laughing.
“But just so you know, the day of Lena Publishing’s grand opening, I’m fucking you in every room, on every surface. Desk, wall, floor, conference table… every fucking inch of that office will know your moans. And then, Mrs. Hendrix, you and I are going to the chapel.”
“Oh my God! You really read my book? We cannot do everything Zaysh and Ayoka did!”
“Hell yeah we can. And we’re starting right now. So you better take this dick like the big girl you are. If you understood the assignment, say the magic words.”
My dick was already hard, brushing against her pussy.
“Yes, Professor Hendrix…” she whispered, voice thick with need.
“Good fucking girl,” I said, then slid into her warm, tight, and soaking wet pussy—right where my dick fucking belonged.
THE END