Epilogue
Cash
Two Years Later
My girl on my lap, facing me, her thighs squeezing around my waist as she moans in my ear, her scent like lilac and some kind of berry as she bounces and slides, is heaven on Earth.
I’ve never been more thankful for blackout windows on the truck than I have in the last two years.
It might not be the classiest thing to do, but when I’m with Violet, the urge to take her often comes with an overwhelming need and I can’t help myself.
I have to have her right then and there like a wild fucking beast who can’t control himself.
There’s probably a twelve-step program for this level of addiction, but I wouldn’t make it through the door.
“We told my dad we’d meet him down at the beach in like,” she glances down at her phone on the passenger seat, “now! We’re supposed to be there right now!”
“Then you better hurry,” I growl, gripping her hips as her heavy, milky tits sway back and forth in my face. I didn’t think I could ever be more attracted to Violet. She’s always looked gorgeous to me, but watching her body change while pregnant was a treat I wasn’t prepared for.
Her thick hips got thicker, her bubbled ass got rounder, and her heavy tits filled with milky, wet cream that I can’t help but devour.
I grip hold of her tit and suck at her nipple, sweet milk dripping onto my tongue as she bounces against my lap, her fingers stringing through my hair as she moans.
“Right there, princess. You know the spot. Get me off. I need to come inside of you.” I jerk my hips upward as milk drips down my chin.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she whines as she bounces, the sounds of her pleasure echoing inside the truck.
I grip hold of her round ass and push her down onto me harder, forcing her to take my full length as I scrape my teeth against her shoulder.
“You’re closing in on me, princess. You’re gonna come, aren’t you?”
She hums and murmurs against my ear as her ass moves up and down, slapping against my thighs until finally, we’re both letting go.
Her tiny, curved frame convulsing, tightening around me, losing control.
My hard cock full, emptying inside of her with a growl so loud I’m sure her father can hear it down at the beach.
We’re three kids in now, so I should probably be better at controlling myself, but with a woman like Violet around, I don’t think that’s possible.
Hell, I didn’t even make it down the aisle on our wedding day before I had to taste her in the bridal suite. All that pretty, white crinoline fluffed up over my head as I spun my tongue around her swollen clit. We were twenty minutes late for our own wedding, but the memory was worth it.
I’m pretty sure it was before the reception that our son, Alex, was conceived. We’d snuck away to the storage room at the distillery again.
Memories.
Thankfully, there was no Andrew there to bust in and blow our cover. Apparently, he’s out at the fire department in Dallas. I know my best friend is heartbroken to have lost his favorite fishing buddy, but I say it’s for the best that we never see that little prick again.
“Okay,” Violet sighs, her head resting against my shoulder. “We should move. Dad is probably losing it down at the beach with three kids.”
“Nah. I think he secretly loves it,” I say, kissing my girl over and over again. Her forehead, her shoulders, her lips, anywhere I can land on bare skin. “Plus, your mom should be here any minute.”
Violet sighs again, collapsing against my chest. “I don’t wanna move.”
“So don’t,” I groan, wrapping my arms around her tighter. “We’ll say we had car trouble and we’re running late. Better yet, we’ll say we have the flu and we have to isolate all weekend. You know… for the sake of the children.”
She grins and taps my shoulder playfully as she lifts off my cock and slides back into the passenger seat, my come dripping from her soft, red pussy as she moves. “If Alex didn’t need to eat every three hours, I’d consider a fake flu, but unfortunately, my tits are on demand.”
“Yes,” I lean in and help myself to another suckle, “they are.”
Her head shakes back and forth, her eyes rolling playfully before tucking her hard, round tit back into her bikini top.
I just came minutes ago, but my cock is already hard for her again.
“Oh, did you grab my camera?”
I nod and reach for the little, pink bag in the back seat that she carries with her like an extra limb.
Most people don’t understand her fascination with bugs, or the way that a macro lens turns their tiny little universes into a world of intricate, horned dinosaurs, but Violet sees everything differently. She always has.
She flips open the bag as she hops down out of the truck. I’m sure she’s checking the settings before the kids overwhelm her attention. The plan is to do a family photoshoot. It’s the first official picture since Alex was born six months ago.
If you ask me, I prefer the candid shots best. The pictures she gets when no one is looking. The kids down at the barn throwing handfuls of hay. The horses running across the pasture as a storm is coming in.
That’s just me, though.
Violet sees the world like no one else I’ve ever known, and people notice.
Since she started taking her bug shots, they’ve sold out at multiple galleries in the Springs, and she’s even sold some online.
Hell, she sold so many that she started getting requests from locals for pictures of their pets, and eventually, their families.
Violet was hesitant at first, but now she’s got a name up on the mountain for being the best photographer around.
Thankfully, since I sold my share of the distilleries, I’m around a lot more to help.
It feels strange some days waking up without the weight of schedules and shipments, on top of everything here at the ranch, but the quiet family time suits me.
Besides, I get to be here with Violet, and I get to be the dad I’ve always wanted to be.
The wind blows and the pine trees bend to the west as the late afternoon sun casts shadows across the lake. Cora and Jake are at the shoreline searching for rocks while my buddy holds his grandson in one hand, his fishing pole in the other.
“Sorry, Dad. We got caught up at the bakery.” She hands him a box of bear claws in exchange for our son. It’s an easy trade given the taste of the pastries up here.
“Sure. You were caught up at the bakery,” my buddy says sarcastically, standing from the chair, a bear claw already in his mouth. “In six weeks you’ll be telling me your pregnant again.”
“Well,” Violet tips her head to the side and rubs her hand over her stomach, “we may already have another little bun in the oven.”
“My God,” her dad shakes his head and bites into the raspberry-almond pastry cream, “you two are a mess.”
He’s shaming us but he can’t hide his grin. It’s been like this since he found out about the relationship. Snarky jokes. A lot of head shaking. A general haze of amused disbelief that hasn’t worn off.
Beneath the ribbing, though, there’s a quiet pride. Like he’s happy Violet is taken care of, and excited about more grandkids, even if he can’t stop joking about how much he hates it.
“Did I just hear what I think I did?” Violet’s mom reaches out for a hug as she holds her floppy sun hat in place.
“We were going to have a big reveal, but I figured everyone would be exhausted with all the celebrating,” Violet says, handing Alex over to her mother.
“Mommy,” Jake calls from the shoreline, “did you bring my monster truck?”
Violet tucks her hand into her camera bag and pulls out the little truck Jake likes to take with him everywhere. We still don’t have an official diagnosis yet, and there are days when he doesn’t want to talk at all, but on the days he does… we all listen very closely.
“I still can’t get over how easily they call me mom.” Violet looks up at me, tears in her eyes as Cora and Jake look for rocks in the water and her parents play with Alex.
“You are their mom, princess.” I brush my hand down over her face, wiping away a warm teardrop. “It’s been official for almost a year now.”
“I know,” her voice shakes, “but some days, it’s still wild to think their biological mother would’ve ever given up custody. I mean,” she stares toward the beach, watching the kids play in the turquoise lake as I hold her from behind, “they’re perfect.”
“And so are you.” I kiss her forehead and breathe her in as our little family surrounds us.
I used to think there was something wrong with me. That I was a bad man for wanting my best friend’s daughter, my nanny, a woman so much younger than me. I’d lie awake at night replaying every glance, every moment, trying to convince myself that I could ignore the attraction if I tried hard enough.
But the truth is, the feelings I have for Violet aren’t the kind to be ignored. They’re the kind you lean into, savor, feed, and hold. They’re the kind you never let go of.
Some folks might still think I’m a bad guy. They’re well within their right to think that way. Lord knows the woman at the general store still hasn’t forgiven me. Hell, I think she has my name on some kind of list behind the counter.
Deep down, though, I know I’m just a man who finally found someone who fits. Someone who makes the noise in my head quiet long enough for me to breathe. Someone who loves with all her heart and isn’t afraid to show it.
And that… that kind of love is forever, no matter the cost.
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