Epilogue 1 - Avery
No more fake pills. No more hidden supplements. No more secrets.
Rowen had been reluctant but understanding when I told him I didn’t want the fertility vitamins anymore.
It made me feel like I had a choice—even if some part of me wanted the same ending he did.
That was probably why I didn’t pursue getting real birth control pills, but Rowen didn’t bring it up either.
After he tossed everything into the trash outside, he said, “We’ll just be careful,” and kissed me like it didn’t kill him to say those words.
We weren’t that careful, though. Not really.
We did try—kind of. We used condoms when we remembered, and I had a rough idea of my cycle’s fertile window. During those times, we tried a little harder to be careful, but most of the time…we just didn’t. Sometimes, he even begged to come inside me, and I didn’t say no.
And still, month after month, nothing.
Every time I got my period, every time I saw the blood, I told myself I was relieved. It was a good thing I wasn’t pregnant.
But I always cried in the shower afterward, claiming it was the hot water that made my face red and splotchy.
Rowen had me spread out on the bed, my arms cuffed to the headboard, my legs tied in what he referred to as a ‘Futumomo’.
It was the same way he’d tied me up before I let him carve his initials into my skin so many months before, the night we were caught together, the last time either of us had seen our parents.
My mom never responded to my texts, never called or texted Rowen to tell him to get her a way to our house. If she didn’t want to be a part of it, so be it. Rowen was more than enough for me.
He’d been learning not to suffocate me with his love. I’d even been to the store in town a couple of times on my own, though I knew he was watching my location from his phone like a hawk.
I didn’t hate it, though, and sometimes, the car ‘broke down’ on my way home and I’d text him to come find me before taking off into the trees.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, finishing the tie on my right thigh. “You look a million miles away, baby.”
I wiggled, testing his restraints. Secure.
“Nothing, really,” I said with a small smile. “Just how much things have changed, how good they are now.”
He smiled back, but his eyes were dark, and the curve of his lips looked more sinister than sweet. “There is one thing that hasn’t changed, though, baby.”
My breath hitched as he lined his cock up with my entrance, both of us totally naked, our brands, his ink, on display for one another.
“My insatiable need to have you thoroughly wrecked every fucking day,” he growled before slamming into me with one, steady thrust.
I didn’t have time to catch my breath before he was thrusting slow and deep, holding my face to keep my eyes on his.
“That’s it, baby. You take it so well. Look at you, all needy for your stepbrother’s cock.”
He kissed me softly as he fucked me, his thrusts rough and possessive. Rowen took every opportunity to remind me I was his, so sex was hardly ever ‘love-making’, but that was fine. I wanted him any way I could get him.
“Row—” My own moans cut me off as I tightened around his cock, coming for him.
“Goddamn, Av. Just look at how pretty you are when you moan for me. Fuck, you’re so tight when you clench down on me.” His thrusts slowed just a bit once my orgasm faded. “I’m going to come too fast like that.”
I was confused when he pulled out and disappeared into our closet, but my cheeks burned when he returned with an anal plug, nipple clamps, and my favorite toy—the rose.
“I want you shaking and speaking in tongues before I even consider untying you tonight.”
I swallowed, knowing he meant what he said. Rowen had taken me to new heights, pushing my body and training it to listen and respond to him.
I had no complaints.
He grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer and covered the plug before dripping some onto my ass. After providing me the courtesy of a single finger as prep, he pressed the large plug against my tight ring, slowly stretching me.
“Fuck!” I cried as the burning sensation grew, the voices in my head telling me it was too much, to stop him before he hurt me.
“You can take it, Av,” he murmured, kissing my inner thighs. “Breathe and relax for me. You’re doing so good.”
I listened to him; I couldn’t help it. My breathing slowed and my body relaxed. He pushed the last of the plug in, but then the thing came to life inside me after a soft click.
A vibrating anal plug.
Jesus-fucking-Christ. This man was going to be the death of me.
“Rowen! Shit!” My entire body came to life as he clipped the nipple clamps on, the lingering sting growing every second, the jingle of the bells sounding as I shook. “Please. It’s too much. It’s way too—”
“Already too much?” He held up the rose toy. “Baby, I’m just getting started.”
I saw the goddamn light of heaven’s gates when he put the little sucking toy over my clit.
Words refused to leave my lips. The only language my brain knew in that moment was moans and gasps. Rowen chuckled, watching me struggle to get control of my own pleasure.
I failed.
Miserably.
My lips parted on a scream—his name—as electricity shot through my body and a familiar feeling built between my legs.
Fuck.
Everything was so much more intense when there was a vibrating plug in my ass and clamps on my sensitive nipples. It wasn’t long before I was gushing onto my thighs, the bed, and probably all over him, but he loved it. He’d made it his goal to make me squirt whenever he could.
“There you go,” he praised as I continued to come, each wave of pleasure pushing more of me onto the bed. “It’s so fucking hot when you do that, Av. Do it again,” he commanded.
And I did.
Again and again and again, until I had no more left.
But he wasn’t finished.
He turned the rose toy off and pressed his hard cock against me.
“Now I’m ready to fill your slutty little cunt,” he said as he inched forward, easily sliding into me with all the wetness I’d built up during his torture. “Fuuuuck,” he drew out as he moaned, a sound I’d never not find hot as hell.
Each thrust pressed against my ass, fucking both holes at once.
“Please, Rowen,” I begged, still shaking from the multiple orgasms, already on the brink of another one thanks to the plug inside me.
“I can feel it too, Av. The plug.” He kissed me, hard but quick. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Being so full and overstimulated.”
I shook my head, but I loved it, loved being at his mercy, loved being pushed over the edge every time he got his hands on me, loved begging him to stop, knowing I didn’t really want him to.
I loved being his.
“Such a good slut for her, aren’t you?” he whispered in my ear. “You definitely are. Taking my cock in your pussy while you have that plug in your ass.” He bit my earlobe, making me gasp. “Tell me, Av. Tell me how good it feels.”
I didn’t have long to tell him; an orgasm was just around the corner. “It feels so good. So fucking good. I’m so full.”
It hit me hard. My toes curled to the point of cramping, my eyes rolled back, my spine arched off the mattress.
I couldn’t hear anything except the ringing in my ears as stars exploded behind my eyes.
My body was trembling as the orgasm ripped through me, wave after wave, what felt like a few tag-along orgasms at the end.
“Just like that,” he murmured in my ear. “Break for me, kitten. I’ll catch you. I hold you together. Let it all go.”
His steady pace helped prolong everything, but I couldn’t beg him to stop. I couldn’t even open my eyes. I just laid there until his thrusts got rougher.
“I need to come inside you,” he rasped like a desperate man. “Please, Av. Ask me to fill your little pussy full of my cum. I need it, baby.”
He never did it without my permission; his hot cum inside me was the best feeling ever.
How could I tell this man no?
I managed to nod and mumble ‘yes’, and that was all he needed. Seconds later, he spilled into me as he groaned my name.
“I love you so much,” he said, voice low in my ear. “You’ve ruined me.”
But it was I who was ruined.
By the time it was over, I was boneless as he eased out of me.
Rowen cleaned us up and removed the waterproof mattress cover, and then he slowly untied my legs, massaging them back to life. Once he uncuffed my wrists, he laid down and pulled me to his body, spooning me.
One of his hands held me tightly while the other explored my sweaty skin, barely tickling me, but it felt good.
He kissed my shoulder, my neck, my ear, anything he could reach.
And then, he pulled back.
“Do you feel okay?” he asked.
I blinked, still under the haze of sex, dazed after all those orgasms. “Yeah,” I said, dragging the word out. “Why?”
He flipped me onto my back, tilting his head as he looked down at me. His eyebrows twitched, eyes searching mine, like he was trying to figure out what to say.
“You’ve been tired lately. Um…moody, even. And your boobs are…different. Sensitive.”
I blinked several times.
“What?” My brain couldn’t figure out what he was trying to say.
He reached into his nightstand drawer, like he’d been prepared, and pulled out a blue wrapped stick.
A pregnancy test.
I stared at it then him.
“You’re late,” he said gently. “Almost a week.”
I froze. I hadn’t even realized. I’d grown so used to the disappointment, I just stopped keeping track.
He hadn’t.
“Take it.” He handed me the test. “Just to know.”
He was nervous, and it was making me nervous.
I stood slowly and went to the bathroom.
Time stood still as I took the test out, peed on it, and laid it on the counter. I grabbed a piece of toilet paper and tossed it over the little screen with the loading bar. After washing my hands, I sat on the floor, staring at the corner where the test sat.
Several minutes passed before Rowen appeared at the bathroom door. “You okay?”
I swallowed and shook my head, tears forming, way too many emotions welling up inside me. He came to me immediately, pulling me to him, letting me sob into his chest.
He didn’t ask about the test; he just held me until I stopped crying, then held my chin as he pushed the tear-soaked strands out of my face.
“Do you want me to look?”
I shook my head. I had to be the one to look.
My fingers trembled as I stood and reached for the test. After a deep breath, I looked at it, then at Rowen still sitting on the floor. I didn’t say a word.
I didn’t have to.
“You’re pregnant,” he said like he was relieved, rising to his feet.
I nodded, feeling like I was going to cry and burst at the same time, my brain in shock.
“You’re—” He cut himself off, chest heaving, and ran a hand over his face. He reached for me like he couldn’t bear to be apart for one more second and wrapped his arms around my waist. “You’re carrying my baby, Av. My baby.”
“I am,” I whispered, unable to hold back my smile.
“Holy shit, Av. We’re having a baby.” He kissed the top of my head. “I love you so much. So, so fucking much.”
This time, when I cried, it wasn’t grief or confusion. It was deeper.
“I love you too, Rowen.”