Epilogue
FINN
Five years later…
It’s a little past dawn when I slip out of bed, being careful not to disturb the soft, warm little bundle curled up against me.
I’ll let Mira sleep. She needs it. But as I stand, I look down at her beautiful, smooth, bare leg, tangled up in the sheets, the sun catching a patch of her tousled hair.
It’s been five years, and she’s still the most beautiful woman in the world to me.
And she’s mine.
Every inch of her beauty belongs to me.
Smiling, I head down the hallway toward the kitchen, but I don’t make it very far.
“Daddy!” A blur of curly brown hair and striped red pajamas slams into my leg.
Our oldest daughter, Josie, wraps her arms around my thigh and looks up at me with eyes that match her mom’s completely.
She tries to climb me, so I hoist her into my arms. Only four years old and she already rules my damn heart.
“Hey there, honey. Already awake?” I ask, pecking a kiss on her cheek. “Isn’t it a little early?”
Josie giggles and gives me a messy kiss back on the ear. “I heard your footsteps and thought you might be leaving again.”
That one hits me in the chest like a fist. I hardly ever have to travel for work anymore—not since Slate made me a full partner at Black Iron Bikes last year.
It used to be a regular thing as I was the only one he trusted to make specific deliveries, but now that we hired Brian, I get to spend more time at home with my family.
And thank God for that, because when I am gone, Josie’s counting every second until I come home.
“The only place I’m going is the kitchen, sweetie.” I smile, lugging her down the hall on my hip. “You want some cereal?”
Josie pauses to think, then asks, “Can I have some chocolate milk?”
I know I should tell her that she can only have chocolate milk after she’s had her breakfast, but what can I say? Being a dad’s turned me into a softie—at least around my children. So I can’t stop myself from smiling as I look at her as I give in.
“Okay. Just don’t tell Mommy,” I say with a wink.
“Yippie!”
I set Josie down by her chair and take a bottle from the fridge.
Behind me, I hear the soft pitter-patter of familiar feet, which I recognize without even having to look.
I turn and see the twins, Jessica and Emily, standing there looking sleepy.
Jess has her favorite stuffed dragon, and Emily has her hippo.
“Dadda…” Jess mutters quietly. They must have just crawled out of bed when they heard Josie and me walking down the hall.
I scoop them both up and kiss them on the cheeks before setting them down at the table. “I’m sorry we woke you, girls,” I tell them, retrieving the two cereal boxes from the pantry. “Everybody hungry?!”
Jess and Josie nod happily, but Emily looks like she’s ready to go back to bed. She nods, but it’s not what you’d call enthusiastic.
I smile as I serve them up, taking over what Mira normally does in the mornings when I’m at work.
It’s Sunday, so I have the day off today, and we all decided it would be nice to just have a family day and maybe go down to the lake and do some swimming.
Seeing as how my princess is still sleeping and Emily looks exhausted, maybe we’ll end up just hanging out around the house.
The house…
I take a breath as the kids dig in and look around the kitchen, out the back yard at the swing set and jungle gym, and feel a sense of warmth come over me. This is ours. My family’s. It may not be the Coolidge estate, but that’s also kind of the point.
After Mira’s dad tried to force her into a marriage with Tyler, she wanted to get away from him as soon as possible.
She told me about how he was trying to leverage her mother’s cancer treatment to get her to obey, so I immediately started working longer shifts at the shop so we could afford to take over her payments.
The Heartless Bastards also came in like a community charity and donated to her cause.
It’s been four and a half years now, and she’s cancer free.
The kids look happy with their breakfasts, so I tell Josie to watch her sisters and head back upstairs to my wife, who I’m obsessed with. All I want to do is watch her sleep a little longer.
She is still in bed, but the sheet has slipped down more, revealing her bare back and her glorious side boob.
I simply can’t resist any longer and slide into bed beside her, pulling the sheet back even more so I can have an eyeful of her gorgeous ass.
I curl my body around hers and hear her let out a soft little moan as she starts to wake.
She hums, stretches like a cat, turns her head, and blinks at me with heavy, sleep-laden eyes. “Where are the kids?”
Always the mother.
“They’re eating.” I smile. “Josie’s watching the twins.”
She glances around. “And where’s my breakfast?”
“I was too busy spoiling our children and mulling over all the dirty things I want to do to you once they’re napping.”
She is my own personal treasure. “Still obsessed with me, eh?”
“Every second of every day, princess.”
Five years ago, I thought I’d lost her. I thought the world had taken her from me just when I had her in my arms. But Mira, my beautiful and fierce love, chose me. She knew that I was the only man who would ever cherish her the way she deserves.
She gave up her father’s name, money, inheritance, and all the rest so she could be with a mechanic and biker guy.
We built our lives from scratch, paid off her mother’s medical bills, and got her the best treatment.
She’s grown so much stronger over the last few years and loves watching the kids for us, baking cookies and cupcakes, and running around the house with them like an angel that was dropped into our lives.
And Mira is an even better mom than I thought she’d be—though I don’t know how that’s possible. She’s strong but soft, patient and passionate. Loving and supportive in all the right ways.
And beyond that, she’s still the sexiest woman on the planet.
“You’re staring,” she whispers, gently stroking my sideburn.
“You’re naked,” I counter. “How could I not?”
She smiles, blushing, and tries to slip away from me like she’s going to get dressed and go check on the kids, but I grab her by the hip and pull her back.
Just being this close to her curves has me all boned up.
When I’m around my wife, I’m one horny bastard.
And when I’m not around her, I’m wishing I was.
She glances down at my bulge and instantly knows what’s on my mind. “You’re awful,” she giggles. “We have three kids downstairs eating cereal!”
“They’ll be fine for…ten minutes?” I chuckle, grinding up against her hip as I slip my briefs down to my knees.
“Five minutes,” she corrects me.
Mira used to tell me, “I don’t do quickies,” but that was before the kids came. After that—and once she realized how I make it my mission in life to get her off—she came around. Now we have to find time whenever we can, but I always make sure my wife is satisfied before I finish.
My wife.
My girl.
My love.
I press her onto her stomach and kiss her like a starving man, which is what I am.
With one hand, I spread her open and look down at her tiny little pink hole.
I press my rock-hard cock inside and gasp at the sensation.
Three kids and it still feels like the first time I slid inside her virgin hole.
“Finn…” she moans, muffling her voice with the pillow.
She’s so smooth, so warm, so wet, so tight. I’ll never get over how good my gorgeous wife feels when I fuck her. Every little sound she makes while I’m inside her is like a drug, sending my head spinning into the atmosphere with each thrust.
Nothing else matters when we’re making love. The whole world could crumble, but as long as my house is still standing, we’ll be all right.
I grab her hips and angle her so I’m hitting her spot just right.
I know we have no time, so I pull out all my tricks that I know she loves.
I wrap my hand around her front and press two fingers on her clit, doing circles in just the rhythm she likes.
I kiss her earlobe and lick up the side of her neck, whispering filthy things to her as her pussy clenches tighter and tighter on my hard-on.
“Let’s have another baby,” I tell her.
“Are you serious?” She breathes, twisting to look at me. I nod back firmly.
“Yes. I love you when you’re pregnant.”
Her eyes light up, and the corners of her lips twist into a smile. “I want another one too. You think it’ll be another girl?”
I laugh. “Of course it will. All we make are girls!”
Mira’s eyes begin to brim with tears. I bring my lips to hers, but I’m not slowing the pace.
Feeling her plump ass slapping back against me has my heart pounding and my blood coursing.
I’m a horny little devil that’s aiming to please, and I need to unload my balls in the goddess wrapped up in my arms.
“You ready?” I whisper. “Because I’m gonna fill your tiny little pussy, princess.”
She nods emphatically. “Do it, Daddy. Do it. Make me pregnant again!”
That’s all it takes. Her words send me violently over the edge. My orgasm rocks me, and I release my spend into her soaking folds, feeling her contractions grip my cock like a clenched fist, milking every last drop of my seed out and into her.
“Oh God, yes,” I moan. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, Daddy,” she replies back in a long heavy sigh as she rides her climax, her body quivering back against my arms and chest. I bury my nose in her hair and inhale her scent, losing myself in her. My wife. The mother of my children.
And just like that, we set the next chapter of our life into motion.
And I can’t wait to wake up beside her and watch as our next child grows in her belly. And we welcome another little bundle of joy into the wonderful world we’ve created.
THE END