Epilogue
Hunter
One year later
Her sweet hips sway back and forth as I follow her up the front walk of our home in Atlanta. She looks behind her with a teasing grin and I know I’m a dead man.
“A bet is a bet. And oh how I enjoy making you lose at your own game.” She gives me a wink and I hold back the natural desire to go after her.
To take her over my shoulder and carry her into our house on our one-year wedding anniversary, and force her to see just who exactly is in control of her and the little games she plays.
“I don’t think that you ‘distracting’ me once again is grounds for me losing, Angel,” I warn, remembering the first time she tried the same tactic with me. And hell if it didn’t work again, just like the first time she pulled the stunt.
She grabs a hold of the door handle, and swings around. Her eyes hood. She licks her lips, tempting me, teasing me, but I hold on with the smallest restraint I can still manage. “Want to bet on it?” she sasses.
Before I can reach her, she flings the door open and takes off. I run after her, through our large expansive entryway, through our elaborate dining room, and into our kitchen. Her fits of laughter only spur me on as I finally catch up to her before she rounds the center island.
Grabbing her around her waist, I spin her around in my arms. A year ago she made me the luckiest man alive when she said “I Do” in a little chapel in Las Vegas.
I swore to her then that I would make her proud to call me her husband for the rest of our lives.
It’s a promise I have been lucky enough to keep this last year and don’t plan on breaking anytime soon.
“Keep pushing me Angel,” I tempt, as I back her up against the countertop. She softens in my arms. “You know how I like to take you long and hard after you give me a challenge.”
When the test results finally came back from the coroner, and everything was made clear about Margaret Thomas, Rochelle held on to me tighter than ever before when the reality of her past, and all of her mother’s secrets were uncovered.
She was in fact an addict, worse than either of us could have imagined.
And to make matters worse, she was wanted for murder in the little town she came from back in Georgia.
The new discovery was just one of the many reasons for her and Rochelle’s disappearance in the middle of the night all those years ago.
They left because she realized she couldn’t hide the truth any longer.
The man Rochelle had known as her father growing up didn’t commit suicide, he was killed when he had found out her truth and threatened he was going to the cops if she didn’t come clean.
I thought the truth would have broken my Angel. But she stood stronger than any woman I had ever known before and buried her mother with all the grace, dignity, and love I admire her for, and spread her ashes in Savannah with Victoria by her side.
We took time to ourselves afterward, as we moved to Georgia, and looked for a home to call our own.
Those few months, as we built our marriage and a new life, will always be some of my most cherished memories.
Just me and her. The whole world before us, and the past finally becoming a distant memory we both never want to relive again.
I get lost in the thought as Rochelle wraps her arms around me and buries her head against my chest. I hold her tight before saying, “You know what happened the last time you made me lose, and I don’t care to remind you that bringing me to my knees to please you is one of the things I love most about our marriage.
Not really a loss when I get to do to you whatever my heart desires, Angel. ”
She moans against me, her pleasure heightened. “Thank you,” I whisper.
She looks at me perplexed and cocks her head to the side. “For what?”
“For loving me. For trusting me. For marrying me and making me lucky enough to call you mine for the rest of my life.” I kiss the tip of her nose and release her.
“But I still say you lost the bet,” I give her a wink.
“Oh really?” She sasses, as I walk over to the sink and pour myself a glass of water. “You sure about that, because I seem to remember you saying if I could catch three balls, that you hit mind you, into right field, then I could get whatever I pleased. And I caught those balls fair and square.”
I finish taking a sip and set my cup down on the counter. “And I seem to remember you having to hit the same three balls out into right field for me to catch. Angel, you only hit two.”
She puts her hands on her hips and walks to a drawer in the kitchen. “Was the bet on hitting the balls, or catching them Hunter?” She asks as she pulls something from the drawer.
I give her a mischievous grin and try and see what she is holding behind her back. But she takes a step away and keeps it hidden.
“Semantics,” I grin, taking a step closer. “Either way, you lose, Angel.”
“Nah, it seems to me we both win,” she says. In a quick movement, she takes the object from behind her back and throws it at me. “Catch!”
Stunned, I almost drop the ball as it flies into my hand.
The little trickster. I look up at her and give her a questioning look, before glancing back down and seeing the writing on the baseball.
Turning it over in my hands, my eyes take a moment to focus on what the ball says before it hits me and succeeds in sucking all the air from my lungs.
Welcome to the Daddy League
Team of 3
Coming October 2020
My eyes quickly dart up to meet hers. She gives me a shy smile and looks to the floor.
“Are you happy?” She whispers. But I don’t respond before running to her and dropping to my knees.
She looks down at me through tears and smiles.
“I wanted to wait until later, but I just couldn’t.
I had this whole thing planned, where I gave you little gifts to open and… ”
But all she says becomes a blur as I wrap my arms around her and place my head tenderly against her lower stomach.
She stops speaking and runs her fingers through my hair.
At a loss for words, I eventually stand.
Not wanting to ruin the moment by saying anything stupid, tears prick my eyes as I slowly pull back and place a kiss on her womb.
“When did you find out?” I whisper.
“Just a couple of days ago,” she says. “I almost thought about waiting until I went to the doctor, to make sure, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I figured our anniversary was perfect.”
Holding her in my arms, I look up at her and smile. “Angel, you’ve made me a father,” I brush my fingertips gently across her middle.
“And you’ve made me a mother,” she whispers. I take her face in my hands and get lost in her eyes. Kissing her lips, I don’t even notice how gentle I am being until she breaks us apart and laughs. “You’re not going to hurt me, Hunter. Or the baby.”
She gives me a sly smile and pushes her body suggestively up against mine.
“But,” I start to protest. “Are you sure?”
“I don’t remember it hurting last night, or this morning in the shower. So I think we’re safe.”
I cringe thinking about how rough I was. Pulling back her hair, I savagely slammed into her over and over again last night. Spreading her legs apart in heated passion, I fingered and devoured her center this morning, not once, but twice in the shower.
“But Angel,” I say, as I lower my hands and hold her womb. “The baby, our baby.”
“Will be fine,” she assures, as she pushes up against me and lowers my hand down her middle until I find her clit. She pushes my fingers to rub against it. Her head falls back and she moans my name. “That feels so good. God, it feels better than ever.”
I’ve never seen her look more beautiful. Grabbing her around her slender waist with my free hand, my face lowers to her neck. Biting, kissing, licking my way up to her ear, I take her lobe in my mouth and suck it between my lips until she is panting my name.
“Hunter,” she pleads. “Give me more. God, I need more.”
Hoisting her in my arms, I spin around and take a few steps to the kitchen counter. With my mouth still on her neck, I set her down and slowly start to make my way down the center of her breasts.
Her small hands make quick work, ridding me of my belt, as her legs push my pants down my legs.
Grabbing between us, she frees me from my boxers and strokes my length.
Pulling her leggings from her body, I force her panties aside.
Lowering my face to her center, I drag my finger across her wet seam.
“God, Hunter, that feels unbelievable.”
Her hips rise as her need grows. Entering a finger inside her center, I lick her clit, before sucking it slowly into my mouth. Her wetness pools and drips down my fingertips.
“Damn, Angel,” I growl, as I suck her pussy into my mouth. “You’re fucking dripping.” Flicking her clit with my tongue, I fuck her with three fingers and she screams my name. Grinning, I whisper, “You like that, Angel?”
Pulling back, I grab her hips, and force her towards me. Her eyes lock with mine as I thrust slowly into her body, stretching her to her limit. Her nails dig into my forearms as she holds herself still and takes every pounding thrust like a fucking goddess.
“I love you, Rochelle Alexander,” I whisper. “Always have. Always will.”
My hands hold her waist hostage. My cock thrusts deeper inside her pussy. Her screams are the last thing I hear as we crash over the edge and I fall gently on top of her.
My Angel wraps me in her arms and life has never felt more perfect, more complete, more whole as we celebrate our first anniversary and the blessing of a child.
Heaven on earth, that’s what this is.
Best part is, we’re just getting started.