Epilogue
AVERY
Six years later…
“There’s my mountain queen.”
My husband slides his hand up my dress, and my eyes roll back as his rough hands grab my ass and squeeze.
“Rourke, the kids!”
“They’re outside, building a snow castle,” he whispers. “Besides, Tiff is with them.
I look past him out the windows and see Bradley and Trevor, our two little boys, jumping around in their snowsuits.
Tiff is right there with them, helping them with the castle.
A few weeks after Damon’s death was confirmed with the agency, I reached out and got back in touch with her.
As it turns out, she had been trying to reach me but lost her phone, and with it all of her contacts.
She’s working to become a nurse and is happy to come by and help with the boys from time to time.
Bradley came first, nine months after my first time with Rourke. “You sure are fertile,” I remember him telling me when we first found out. I was worried that he wouldn’t find me sexy when I started to balloon up, but he told me my new shape just added to my curves and he loved “every inch” of me.
And he wasn’t lying. He was all over me. More than normal, and that’s saying something. We were having sex at least three times a day, and that’s not counting him waking me up with his tongue between my legs or me taking him down my throat in the shower.
We were married two months before I gave birth.
The real threat to our lives was gone with Damon and his mole in the CIA.
We still spend most of our time up here in our mountain home, but we go out too.
It would be unfair to the boys to raise them away from the real world.
My father still doesn’t know where I live, and he’s not going to.
Even if I was to forgive him, I know Rourke never would.
“You know what today is, don’t you?” he whispers, tugging my panties to the side as he walks me away down the hall.
“Mmm, I have an idea,” I giggle as he presses his bulge against my thighs.
“It’s our anniversary. Six years ago, to this day, I dragged your sexy body out of the wreckage of your car, threw you onto my snowmobile, and brought you up here.”
He reaches between my legs, rubbing my clit, then presses his lips against my neck.
I gasp as he presses the tip of his hard cock against my entrance.
I’m already dripping. This is what my husband does to me.
We’ve been through so much together—more than anyone would ever believe—but it’s been so worth it.
“And you tied me up,” I moan as he slides inside me, stretching me open. I’ve lost count of just how many times he’s spread me, but he’s so big that I’ll never get used to it.
“And not just that once either,” he growls.
I bite my lip, instantly taken back to the first time he tied me to our bed and had his way with me.
His tongue went everywhere. He fucked me relentlessly, leaving none of my holes unclaimed.
And after I’d come and come and come again, thinking I was completely spent, he went back to work on me.
By the time he was done, I was a wet, sweaty, giggling mess beneath him.
“I think to celebrate our anniversary, I should tie you up again tonight.”
He pumps faster, stroking my clit at the same time. It’s the middle of the day, and Tiff is over. This is going to have to be a quickie.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, a fierce pressure building inside me.
“Goddamn, your pussy is so delicious,” he growls, grabbing my ass and spreading me wide so he can get even deeper. “You want me to fill it with my cum, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I mewl. Bracing myself against the wall, I arch my back, taking him all the way in. There’s always that tiny hint of pain from my husband’s size, and it always makes me smile.
His hips pump faster. His thumb circles my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. I turn my head to accept his kiss as his cock swells, stretching me to my limit. Rourke hammers forward, letting out the grunt that I know comes before one thing.
“Fuck,” he growls, letting his teeth close around my neck, biting me as he sprays inside me, filling my pussy with his hot cum.
My body twitches, and I go off with him.
If this was six years ago, my legs would have given out on me.
But not now. I’ve been doing squats. I’ve been riding my husband.
My legs are stronger now, and I can hold out as we climax together.
“Wow,” I mutter. “That was good.”
“But not enough,” he mutters. “I can never get enough of you, my love.”
“Hey, you guys!” I hear Tiff shout, coming in from out back. We both groan as Rourke slips out of me and pulls up his pants. I grab a rag from the closet and quickly mop up his release as it drips out of me.
“We’re back here!” I call out, walking back into the living room.
Tiff takes one look at us and puts a hand on her hip. “So what were you two up to?”
She’s no dummy. I mean, this is the girl who bought me my “personal toy” back in the day. Still, I take the play-dumb approach.
“Oh, nothing,” I reply, walking past her to the sink to grab a glass of water.
The boys rush in together, giggling and getting snow everywhere. But I don’t care. They’re my two princes. I could never be truly mad at them.
I scoop Bradley into my arms, and Rourke snatches Trevor up, hanging him upside down by his ankles as he giggles.
I think back to that day six years ago, when my only thought was getting away. Saving myself. I never could have imagined how my life would turn out.
Married to the man of my dreams, back with my friend, and blessed with two perfect sons.
“I’ve got the rope,” he whispers into my ear. He winks as I turn to him. “Say, you’re not a spy, are you?”
Smirking, I purse my lips at him. “I dunno. I might be.”
Holding our sons, we kiss, and happiness floods over me. This is it. Our happily ever after.
THE END