Epilogue Reed
“Iswear she’s driving me crazy! Just like her father.”
Grinning, I push the door shut behind me as a whoop comes from the hallway. Little feet pound towards me and I catch my little daughter with one hand, dropping everything to the ground but her.
“Hello, Kitkat!”
She growls and snaps her teeth but ruins it all, giggling madly. “Hi, Daddy.”
“She’s feral, you know that, right?”
I grin at my wife. “She’s not. She just likes to keep us on our toes.”
“She’s feral. A little wild heathen.”
I reach out and pull my exhausted wife to me, her springy chestnut curls wild around her head.
“You’re supposed to be resting,” I mutter, kissing her head and letting her body melt into me.
“Tell that to your son and your daughter. Neither one will let me.”
“Well, I’m home now. So you go put your feet up in bed and I’ll get Kitty in for the night.”
I kiss her cheek and whisper, “and then I’ll take care of you for the rest of the night.”
She flushes but nods her head, kissing Kitty and turning slowly, her feet stumbling slightly.
“Now, come on, Kitty. Time to hit the hay. Another day to torture us tomorrow.”
She grins but growls under her breath.
It’s been five years of bliss. I married Mercy as soon as I could, locking her down at City Hall in front of my mother.
She decided to move in with a friend of hers after the fire and I bought Mercy and I a new house to raise our little family in.
And now I’ve got a daughter and a son on the way. Mercy’s due in two months but the summer heat, even with air conditioning, is wilting her body along with the pregnancy.
I lift my daughter up and settle her on my shoulders, galloping off with her bouncing on me like a rodeo rider.
It’s an hour-long process getting her ready for bed and by the time I’m done, she’s sound asleep, breathing deeply and I’m somehow covered in water from her bath and breathing like I ran a mile.
But as my steps carry me to my wife, I can’t help but smile.
I never thought I’d have this. The family, the future. When I lost Roger I thought I’d be alone forever.
Until she showed up and just…stayed.
I drop my sodden clothes by the bed and slip under the sheets, pulling my wife into my body. My dick immediately leaps to attention when her soft ass presses into him.
She moans and turns over, kissing me softly as she wraps her silky arms around me. My lips tease hers open and our tongues tangle, slow and languid.
My hands run up and down her body and she moans again, pushing her hips into me.
I let my fingers find her sweet pussy and I groan when I feel her juices on my fingers.
“I love you, wildfire. I need you,” I whisper in her ear, feeling her shudder, her blue eyes dark as midnight.
“I love you too, Reed. I need you so much.” And like we’ve done a thousand times, we fall into each other’s arms and I turn her gently, slipping inside her body, my hands tangling in her curls, my lips caressing her throat, nipping her lightly.
Slowly, gently, we make love and it’s more. It’s always more than I expect. Because it’s her.
We move and writhe and come together over and over until I feel her splintering, her body fluttering wildly around me.
I let myself go, my release washing over me, my spine tingling, my body going tight as I bury my face in her throat, my balls snug against her ass.
“Mercy,” I breathe, a prayer and a thanksgiving all in one.
I wrap my arms around her and settle her against me, my hands resting on her rounded belly as she settles back into sleep.
My Mercy. My salvation. My everything.