Epilogue
KAT
TWO YEARS LATER
Summer has brought out all the wildflowers around the rescue's penned outer area. We don’t have any new dogs, and our existing six, not including Hamish, are all settled and doing well. The breeze dances my hair across my shoulders as Tornado, very much named after her wild nature, storms past me.
Converting a large part of the land to a rescue centre was at the top of my list, creating a space where dogs who need kindness can adjust at a slow pace.
There’s no time pressure. No putting down.
We treat every dog as an individual and rehabilitate them until we can find them a new, loving home.
Liam’s an expert at reading the people who are faking happy families or stability, watching the dogs carefully to make sure that they really do go only to loving homes.
The sun is beginning to lower in the sky, so I stand and call the pups, who tear or trundle across the grassy mounds, leaping over tree trunks and skipping through the burn.
It takes a while to dry them off, feed them, and settle them into their cabins for the night. There’s still outside space attached, but the interiors are designed with couches and beds to mimic a more domestic setting. It’s worked wonders in helping them adapt before going into new homes.
And I doubt some will ever find a new home.
I’m in no rush to hurry them along either.
Old Tammy loves dog company, but is terrified of people.
She only just tolerates Liam and me, but adores Hamish.
So she spends her days sunning herself on the grass and filling her tummy with good food while playing with her four-legged pals.
There’s no reason to force her into a new home, nor to put her down just because of the way she’s been treated previously.
You can’t break someone and expect them to conform to your expectations.
So we keep our expectations for the rescues light.
By the time I get back to the house, it’s getting dark.
The wall lights in the expansive hallway reflect off the polished marble floor as I kick off my shoes and head upstairs.
There are still empty rooms. Rooms that are hard and cold and unloved, but as the years have gone on, we slowly do up rooms one at a time.
We go to charity shops, sanding and painting until we turn a tired old piece into something to love. A bit like us, I suppose.
I throw myself straight into the shower when I get upstairs, washing the dog and the day's dirt off. I’m walking into our bedroom, towelling my hair, wearing sweet fuck all, when I spot Liam in the mirror behind me.
Not just Liam.
The masked version, sleeves rolled up, that makes my thighs clench. Two years of peace haven’t whetted our appetites yet, as far as devouring each other is concerned.
Those pink, heart-framed eyes stare at me as I turn, holding my towel coyly in front of me. The hallway light highlights the thick muscles in his forearms. A low, filthy spark shoots through me, making me clench my thighs.
We’ve converted some rooms to B&B to help keep afloat in this massive house, and with our regular turnover of occupants, I can’t see him like this often.
‘Tonight’s guests cancelled,’ he says, pressing one hand up against the doorframe and leaning forward.
Fuck me.
Even after all this time, he knows how to light a kinky fire between my thighs with barely more than a look.
‘Liam,’ I say, my breathy voice giving me away.
With a growl, he says, ‘Run.’
The thrill thunders through me before I’ve even set off. I dart, naked as the day I was born, through the door that leads to the upper sitting room and then back out onto the landing. His footsteps follow.
The house is big enough that I put up a good chase, darting into a room and holding my breath as he runs before turning and dashing back the way I came. My breath is quick and my heart quicker.
Liam jumps around a corner and nearly gets me.
I shriek and dodge him, laughing when he grunts.
‘Gotta be quicker than that old man,’ I say, running down the stairs.
‘I’m only a few months older than you.’
‘Shame you’re too slow to catch me then, huh?’
My feet slap on the floor as I dart left, twisting through doorways. A chair goes flying as I run through the kitchen with my masked man in hot pursuit.
‘Shit,’ he says as he jumps over it.
‘You’re getting so slow,’ I mock him, which urges him into full-on pursuit. I know my moments of freedom are numbered, and I don’t exactly hate the prospect of being caught.
He’s close.
My feet slap the floor almost as hard as my heart beats in my chest.
I’m halfway up the stairs when his big hands close around my waist, pulling me flush to his chest, his breath catching in my ear.
‘Got you,’ he says, sinking his teeth into the side of my throat. The pain blisters with pleasure and makes me weak at the knees. My moan fills the cavernous hallway, and he pushes me down until I’m on all fours on the stairs, my elbows on a step a few up from my knees.
Liam forces my legs wide and traces his fingers over my heat. I tremble with need, waiting for him to take me.
‘Please,’ I beg.
‘You want my dick, pretty girl?’
‘You know I do.’
He doesn’t give it to me. I hear him unbuckle his belt, and quake when he trails his pierced tip along my wetness. Arching my back, I try to entice him to thrust deep.
He doesn’t.
‘Liam,’ I groan when he stands up and walks up to the step in front of me before sitting.
He has his thick cock in hand, stroking it slowly while tipping his masked face a little. I try to lean forward, to take him in my mouth, but he threads his other hand into my hair and holds me out of reach.
‘Do you want this, baby?’ he taunts as he runs his fingers over the tip.
‘Yes. You know I do.’
‘I don’t believe you. Open that sweet mouth and show me.’
I love it when he tells me what to do. Sexually, at least. Nearly as much as I love our sweeter moments, where we are entwined together with soft words and nothing but pleasure.
I open my mouth, sticking out my tongue as he continues to stroke himself an inch from my face. His dick is glorious, and I’m literally salivating at the sight of it.
‘Keep it open,’ he growls when I try to swallow. He watches as I drool, collecting the string of spit and using it to lubricate his strokes. ‘God, you’re a sight for sore eyes, Princess. Spread at both ends and just waiting to be filled.’
I whimper when he leans forward and grazes his tip over my lower lip. Good fucking god, I’m desperate for him. Either end.
Practically writhing with need, I moan when he slowly inches his cock into my mouth. A full-body tremble steals over him, and I love that I can still make him shiver like that. Seeing him in the throes of pleasure still feeds my soul after all this time together.
Liam starts out painfully slow, before increasing his thrusts, dipping deep into my throat until I gag. When he pulls out of my mouth, I curse, but I needn’t worry. He lifts his mask and spits on his dick before shoving it back into my mouth.
It’s filthy.
I love it.
‘This mouth is mine,’ he grunts. ‘To kiss. To fuck. To fill.’
‘Yes,’ I pant between deep thrusts. Tightening his fist, he bottoms out in my throat, holding me pinned on his dick before pinching my nose closed.
My eyes meet his as he watches me struggle, keeping an eye on my hands too.
Waiting for me to tap out. I fight it until my head goes starry and my pussy is soaked.
Gasping for breath, I cling to the stairs as he moves behind me, forcing my legs further apart before sliding into me in one glorious, slightly painful stroke.
‘Oh my god,’ I moan, scraping my nails on the marble steps.
‘Atta girl, Kat. Arch your back and take all of me.’
The stretch has me mewling against the stairs within seconds.
LIAM
My filthy, perfect, wonderful wife.
I’ve thanked my lucky stars since we said I do a few months ago at the bottom of these stairs, surrounded by love and furry friends.
Indulging Kat is my favourite thing, whether it’s in our businesses, decorating, fixing fences, or treating her like a dirty whore just to see her come like a fucking train.
The darkness has abated in most aspects of our lives, but when we fuck, it simmers just beneath the surface.
She knows I’d kill for her, and I know she’d do it for me. Not as a saying, but for real.
My ride and die.
Very much in the ride section of that.
Her cunt quivers around me as I fuck her hard, each thrust slapping her hips against the stairs and drawing dirty little grunts from my girl.
Adjusting my position, I push her flush with the stairs and capture her thighs between my knees, pressing my cock between her tightly closed legs until it breaches her wetness.
Being enveloped in her tight cunt will never fail to amaze me. Every day I thank the stars that she keeps me.
She shudders beneath me, and I twist my hips, delighting in her reaction. She goes from pants to moans to quaking beneath me, that perfect pussy strangling my dick.
‘Come on, baby, come all over this dick for me. Show me how badly you need your husband.’
She’s fighting the fall, and I laugh against her ear before tossing my mask and biting her shoulder, knowing that sweet pulse of pain will send her flying.
‘Ah!’ she squeals, but it doesn’t take two breaths before she’s writhing against the steps, and I’m riding her quaking ass like she’s a bucking bronco.
‘Fuck, baby girl, I need to see you.’
I pick her up, still shuddering and panting and carry her down the stairs, pinning her back against the inside of our front door before filling her up again.
Finally, I take her lips with mine, kissing her until I feel breathless. Each sweep of her tongue has me falling harder for her, even after all this time.
‘I want your cum,’ she whimpers when I break the kiss.
We’ve not broached trying for children yet in earnest, but I know she loves the idea, especially this part of the whole process.
‘You need me to breed this pretty cunt, don’t you?’
‘Fuck, yes.’ Her pupils dilate as I hold her gaze, scooping my hips to land every thrust with enough force to make her gasp.
‘I’m going to fill you with cum night after night until you’re bursting, round and full and mine.’
‘I’m all yours,’ she groans, digging her heels into my ass, pulling me even deeper.
‘Beg for it, baby.’ My balls tighten, pleasure pooling in my core with every twist of my hips.
‘Breed me like your little whore. Please? I need it.’
Dragging my tongue over her throat, I stop to whisper in her ear. ‘Look at you. Pinned against the fucking door and begging to be impregnated. It’s a good thing I have a load ready for you, isn’t it?’
‘Yes,’ she moans as I set about pistoning into her hard enough that the door shakes.
‘Fuckkkkk,’ I grunt, losing control at the idea of my girl full to the brim with my come. With part of me growing inside her.
Orgasm rips through me as I thrust again and again, until the cum splatters from inside her against the marble floor.
Her lips find mine, our breath mingling in ragged heat.
When we slide apart, I press a hand between her thighs, scooping the cum that drips from her and pushing it back between her swollen lips.
‘If we’re going to make a family, you’ll be needing that inside.’
The way Kat looks at me, her eyes wide and feral at my dirty little action, tells me it’s my turn to run.
As we gaze at each other, caught between lust and love, I know I’d do it all again, every last painful moment of my life, just to end up right back here with her.