Epilogue
COLT
Five years later…
It’s hard to believe it’s been five whole years since I made Lena my wife. Time has just flown by. But every time I look at her–barefoot, hair a mess, a baby in her arms, and a toddler on her hip–I still feel like I’ve been hit by a fiery meteor.
She’s everything I’ve ever wanted–hell, she showed me what wanting truly meant. My wife, my home, my heart. And the day I got down on one knee–without a ring–I made an oath that I would spend the rest of my life protecting her. Devoting myself to her. Because she’s the best thing that ever happened to me.
She changed my life; she gave me two beautiful children and a bright future.
This morning, I’m out by the barn fixing the latch on the horse corral, but I’m barely even paying attention. I’ve already knocked myself on the thumb once, as my eyes are fixed on the porch–more specifically, on my wife.
Lena.
She’s sitting on the porch swing, our newborn baby girl, Amy, tucked into her chest with one of those cloth wraps she wears like it was made for her. I can tell she’s humming a soft song, slow and sweet, rocking her back and forth when our wild toddler, Maddie, stomps into the serene setting in her new blue boots, doing her best to pretend she’s a cowgirl. She’s got a stick for a horse and a lasso made from twine. She’s two and as wild as a tornado.
And then there’s Cal, my boy. He’s four now, wearing a pair of dirty jeans, shirtless, and doing his best to rope the dog like a rodeo king. The girls may look just like their mother, but Cal’s got Lena’s eyes and attitude. I swear he’s gonna be giving me gray hairs before he’s ten.
I wipe my hands on my rag and lean against the fence, watching the scene of familial bliss. My whole world seems to move in slow motion at times like these. I built this life for us with my own two hands, but Lena–she breathed the soul into it. The heart. She made it real.
“Dad!” Cal hollers, rope in hand. “Watch this!”
He chucks the lasso, completely missing the dog, and nearly ropes his sister, Maddie, instead. She squeals and runs for the swing.
“Mama, help!”
Lena laughs, glowing brightly, and scoops her daughter up beside her. I swear I could stand here all day watching her be mother to our children. She was made for this. An open heart, love pouring out of her day after day. Every time she kisses a scraped knee or sings them to sleep, I fall in love with her all over again.
Finishing my work, I walk over to the porch, take the stairs, and kiss my wife on the temple. “I’ll take the kids to the creek for a while,” I tell her. “You take a nap.”
“Are you saying I look like I need one?” she teases.
I shake my head. “You always look impossibly gorgeous, my love.”
She leans close and whispers in my ear, “You could also put them down early tonight.”
My blood warms instantly at her suggestion. “Oh, yeah? You miss me, darlin’?”
She bites her lip and gazes at me through her long lashes. “Let’s just say…I could use some cowboy lovin’.”
* * *
At night, after the creek and supper and bath time and storybooks, I finally manage to get our little tribe settled down. Call falls asleep instantly, hugging his stuffed donkey. Maddie’s curled up in her enormous pile of stuffed animals. And Amy actually fell asleep in her crib without a fuss, passing out with a tiny little yawn.
I close their doors softly and head to our bedroom, where the real reward of my day is waiting.
Lena’s already lying in bed, wearing nothing but one of my old flannels and a seductive smile. Her hair is loose and wavy on her shoulders, and her legs are bare, showing just a tiny hint of her pink pussy peeking out from between her thighs. My mouth waters just looking at her.
She beckons me forward with a curled finger, hips swaying against the mattress as I lock the door behind me.
“Remember what I told you this morning?” she murmurs as I slip my shirt off and toss it aside.
“That you could use some ‘cowboy lovin’?’” I reply, tugging my fly down and stepping out of my jeans.
“Mm–hmm.” She slowly works the buttons of her shirt and slides it off one shoulder, revealing the bountiful curves of her breasts. “And they’re asleep now, aren’t they?”
I nod. “They sure are.”
I lean down over her and kiss her plump lips, relishing the sensation that comes over me. It’s always the same–a little dose of heaven. That’s my wife. I trail my mouth down her throat, kissing as I go, letting my breath tickle the swell of her breasts. I part her shirt fully, revealing her nipples, which are already hard and waiting for me.
My cock swells as I take one into my mouth and suck, slow and deep, watching her jaw drop as she moans and arches beneath me.
“Oh my God, Colt…”
“I love my mouth on you, baby girl,” I murmur, switching sides. “My beautiful wife.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yours. Forever.”
I kiss my way down her belly, pausing just above her womb. The place where all our beautiful babies grew. My heart swells so big it feels ready to burst.
When I move down between her legs, they fall open like she’s been waiting all day for me. I lick a slow stripe up her bare pussy, savoring the way she gasps. My lips twist into a smile as she reaches down and grabs hold of my hair.
She tastes like hot heaven. Soft and slick and made just for me.
I eat her like a starving man, relishing every whimper and every buck of her hips, and keep my eyes focused on her until she’s quivering beneath me. She’s close.
I slide two fingers inside and curl them up, hitting her spot just right, working her while my mouth stays latched to her clit, sucking and licking at the same time.
“Colt!” she mewls. “I’m gonna–I’m gonna–”
I know, baby. I know.
She cries out, slapping both hands over her mouth to muffle her screams of ecstasy. Her thighs clamp down around my cheeks, and I don’t stop until she’s slumped back down on the bed, shivering and breathless.
Slowly, I kiss my way back up her body and line myself up with her dripping entrance. Her eyes lock with mine, wild and needy and full of love. I sink into her slowly, reveling in the way her tight folds stretch around my inches until I’m buried in her to the hilt.
Her heat, her wetness–it’s all-consuming. Every damn time feels like the first time. It’s just magical.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders. “Don’t be gentle, cowboy. I want to feel it tomorrow.”
My lips twist into a devilish smile. “I know you do, cowgirl.”
I start thrusting, long and hard rhythmic strokes that shake the bed, grinding my hips to hit her just right. Her nails rake down my back, and her lips find my neck, my jaw, my chest–anywhere she can reach.
“I love you so much, baby,” she whimpers. “I love you so much it hurts.”
“Does it hurt more than this?” I tease, ramming her extra hard, causing her body to sink into the mattress. Her eyes widen and flare with excitement.
“You sexy bastard.”
I lean in and kiss her delicately. “I love you more, baby. You gave me everything. My home, my family. A real reason to wake up in the morning.”
We embrace, my mouth covering hers as our rhythm builds–faster and faster, harder and harder, sweat slicking our skin as our hearts beat against the other’s. I pin her legs back, touching her knees to her shoulders, and drive even deeper.
She moans into my throat and goes off again, her body locking around me like it never wants to let go. I follow right after her with a deep growl, spilling my seed deep inside her, lost in our mutual ecstasy. Our souls are stitched so tightly together that I don’t think I’d survive if we were ever apart again.
But that will never happen.
Lena is mine.
Forever.
THE END