Epilogue
Ellie
Two Years Later
My breathing slows as I stare at my giant, his big, inked biceps flexing as he flips a burger on the grill. I always imagined days like today. Days when our family and friends would gather at our home to celebrate some milestone in our lives. Days when we could share the joy we feel inside.
Silas glances over his shoulder, catching me watching him. His dark eyes drag over me slowly, sending a warm flush up my neck.
“Do you need that ass spanked?” he grumbles playfully as the grill sizzles. “You can’t be eyeing me like that. We’ve got a house full of people showing up any minute.”
I bite back a grin. “I think we could race them. I’m quick these days.” I rest my palm over my expanded belly that’s hidden beneath my sundress. “These hormones are insane. Plus, I’m pretty sure your job is to keep me satisfied right now.”
A laugh escapes him. “Is that right?”
“That’s right.” I grin and brush up against him like a touch-starved feline. “So… what do you say?”
He glances through the patio doors toward the front of the house, as though he’s gauging how much time we have before people start piling in.
“Come on,” I moan, stroking his hard cock through his jeans. “I’m soaking wet for you, sir. I really need to be stretched wide, or I won’t be able to focus today.”
His jaw tightens as he growls low, grips me by the arm, and bends me over the back of the patio chair. “You’re trouble.”
I bite back a grin, my heart pounding. “Then teach me my lesson.”
Another low growl escapes as he flips up the bottom of my dress, unzips his jeans, and pushes inside me with a guttural moan. “Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good, angel.”
The ice in the pitcher of lemonade cracks, and the patio umbrella flaps lightly as my giant pounds into me over and over again.
I live for these moments.
My swollen tits pour from the top of my sundress and hang in the wind, my nipples growing harder with each passing second.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You better get yours, baby girl. I’m not going to last long.”
I love when he gets like this. Eager, reckless, desperate, like he can’t look at my pussy without coming.
“Race you,” I pant, tipping up onto my toes. “Winner gets to name the baby.”
His laugh is deep and amused. “You’ll lose.”
I moan and press back into him, scrubbing the head of his thick cock against that spot in the back that gets me every time. “I don’t think so.”
Voice rough and ragged, he catches his hand in my hair and tugs lightly as he says, “You’re going to lose. Sorry.”
For a brief second, I’m nervous. He sounds so close. I really didn’t think he’d win.
I’m pretty close myself and I have so many hormones rushing through me. That has to count for something. That’s why I offered the game. There’s no way in hell I’m letting him name the baby. We’d end up with kids named after trucks or whiskey brands.
“Do you love this little pussy?” I moan, twisting my ass in circles as he thrusts.
“You’re cheating,” he groans, his hands gripping tighter on my hips. “No dirty talk.”
“But… I need you’re come, sir. I need it dripping and sticky. I need you to make me lick it—”
“Fuck,” he growls. “You stop it right now, or I’ll flip you over and spank that little ass until you come.”
There’s something feral in his voice when he gets like this. Something animalistic that sends me over the edge.
My hips grind back, my stomach clenches, and I begin to shake, my pussy clenching down on his cock as the sound of a car door slamming rivals my echoing moan.
“Fuck,” Silas groans, pausing for a second as though he’s thinking over the implications of continuing to thrust.
This is our first big get-together. We don’t know if people will be coming through the front door or if they’ll just walk around back. Heck, we don’t even know who’s just pulled in. It could be anyone. My parents. His brothers. Adam.
“I can’t stop,” he growls, thrusting faster and harder.
My pulse leaps in my veins, my pussy still clenching down on his thickness as he pumps in and out, hard and fast, desperate to come.
As the doorbell rings, his thighs tighten behind me and he grips me tighter, growling out in my ear as he empties his balls inside of me.
“Fuck!”
I’m dizzy, delirious, and hot in the mid-morning sun as he fills me up, his fingertips pressing into my hips with hard pressure.
The doorbell rings again.
“These people are persistent,” he groans, pulling his sopping cock from my tired, little pussy. “You better clean up the evidence.” He nods down at his waiting dick that’s covered in my sticky white cream.
My pussy tightens again as he barks out his command. It’s a requirement of our lovemaking that he strictly enforces, and usually, it starts the cycle all over again.
There’s nothing I love more than this man.
Bending onto the edge of the patio chair, I lean forward and suck his sopping cock clean, twisting my tongue, tasting us both, sucking hard and fast before our company comes barreling through the door any second.
“Fuck.” He taps me on the head. “Get the last of it, angel. We’ve gotta move.”
I lick him balls to tip one final time and sit up, already grinning as I readjust my dress.
“What’s that look about?”
I shrug and slide open the patio door. “I won the bet. I came first, and now I get to name the baby.”
“Oh, please.” He squeezes my ass as we walk toward the door. “I was holding back the whole time. You didn’t think through your bet.”
I shake my head and tip up onto my toes, kissing his lips gently. “Well, thank you for saving me from myself.”
He grips my waist and pulls me tightly as he kisses the top of my head, his tone playful as he says, “Of course, sweet girl. Anytime.”
The words settle over me like a warm blanket, and I’m still smiling as I smooth my hair down, trying not to look like we were outside fucking a second ago.
The doorbell rings again, this time with a twist of the knob, and I know for sure who’s on the other side. As I open the door, I see Adam standing there with half a smile, sporting a T-shirt and jeans. His girlfriend stands next to him, bright in a yellow sundress, holding a gift bag.
“Hope we’re not too early,” she says, stepping inside for a hug.
“Not at all. Come on in. We’re just getting the food ready.”
“The food!” Silas’ eyes widen as he jogs back out to the grill.
I don’t smell anything burning yet, but that doesn’t mean anything. Where most women’s noses get more sensitive during pregnancy, I’ve gone nose blind.
Adam snorts under his breath and follows Silas out back. “Classic. I’ll see if he needs help.”
His girlfriend, Bethany, smiles sweetly and hands me the gift bag. “It’s a new candle from the shop on Main. They have this new wildflower line. I thought maybe it would give you ideas for your flower business. This could be something you make with beeswax.”
“That’s super thoughtful,” I say, genuinely touched. “I’ve been brainstorming a lot lately about what knew products to make. We’ve got bouquets, honey, soap, satchels, but I hadn’t thought about candles. I love it!”
She beams and settles onto the chair next to the island, snacking on watermelon that Silas and I started cutting up before we got distracted by the grill and… each other. “So how are things with you guys? Are you excited for the baby?”
I rub my hand over my stomach and nod. “Excited is an understatement. We’re over the moon! I mean, I think we would’ve liked some downtime after the wedding craziness and getting the business started, but babies come when they come.”
“They sure do!” Bethany nods, grabbing another bite of melon. “My sister had a baby last year, and she was going crazy at first wondering how she was going to fit everything in. Then… everything just worked itself out. It was like the baby was always there.”
“I’m hoping that happens with us too, especially with Adam. We really want this little one to know its brother.”
Bethany twists her auburn hair to the side of her shoulder. “I’m not going to lie, Adam was weird about the baby thing at first, but last week I caught him looking at baby stuff online. I think he’s coming around.”
My chest tightens at the thought. “That, or he’s pre-planning for you guys.”
“No way.” Her blue eyes widen. “Not anytime soon. I prefer a proposal first. Then, I think we’ll wait until he’s done with active duty. His time is up in two years.”
I nod as I listen to Bethany talk, though my gaze draws back toward Silas and Adam in the backyard laughing. I don’t know when all this got so easy, but it is.
The wedding was hard. Adam was there, but he would barely make eye contact with me. He stood stiff in his suit, jaw clenched, hands in his pockets like he was holding himself together with sheer force.
We were thankful he was there, but I knew he wasn’t happy.
Since he met Bethany, though, everything has looked up. He’s happier, more stable, and he hasn’t been as weird about coming over and hanging out. I mean, even now, he’s out back with his father, flipping burnt burgers and laughing like he means it.
“Are your parents coming over today?” Bethany asks as she grabs a knife to help cut some more watermelons.
“They should be here any minute. My dad texted that they were stopping at Josie’s to pick up bear claws on the way over. I’m mildly addicted to them thanks to this little peanut.” I smile, though a flutter of nerves sits in my stomach. In less than thirty minutes, we’ll know the sex of our baby.
“They must be excited for their new grandbaby.”
“Very much so,” I say, piling watermelon into the dish to take out back. “I can’t wait for the gender reveal. Both my parents think we’re having a boy. They have two girls, so it might be wishful thinking. My dad always wanted a fishing buddy.”
Bethany smiles. “Your dad, too? That’s why I know way more than any woman should about catfish.”
“Oh my God, same!” I laugh. “They like cut-bait and worms, they bite best at night, and they’re always up for a fight, so be ready.”
Bethany’s smile softens. “Either way, sounds like this kiddo is going to have a whole crew waiting to teach him or her everything.”
My chest warms as both our attention shifts to the backyard where Adam is flipping burgers and Silas is pointing down to his boots for some unknown reason.
“We should go check on them,” I say, sliding open the patio door.
Warm air wraps around me as Adam smiles in my direction. “I just told Dad that I’m here if you guys need anything. I might need pointers on babysitting, but I’m willing to try.”
Emotion stings my eyes and my chest tightens with warmth as I try to act normal. “We’ll definitely take you up on that.”
“Good,” he says, flipping another burger.
Silas presses a kiss into my temple, and there’s a single beat before the sound of another car door echoes from the driveway.
It’s only a moment before I hear my mother’s voice. She’s coming around the corner with my dad and my sister, who has a big box of Josie’s bear claws in her hands. “We have to do the reveal first. I can’t take the suspense anymore.”
“I think she’s right,” Cash groans, his kids doing circles around the yard like crazy little monkeys. The rest of Silas’ brothers follow behind, their families in tow.
“Let’s get this show on the road,” Cash continues. “The kids have been asking me all week if they're getting a baby boy or girl to play with.”
I don’t know if it’s hormones or what, but tears stream down my cheeks in quick succession as I stare out at all the people suddenly surrounding us.
Here… in our backyard. The little cabin with the big red barn, and the fields of lavender.
Silas presses a kiss onto my cheek. “Should we do it now?”
I nod, my heart full. “Yeah, let’s do it now.”
As everyone gathers, Silas hands Adam the confetti cannon and squeezes my hand.
“Alright,” Adam says, smiling ear to ear, “on three.”
The whole family counts down.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
The cannon pops and a burst of soft pink confetti rains down over the yard as cheers erupt.
“A girl.” Silas turns to me, eyes shining. “Our little girl.” He pulls me into his arms, lifting me off the ground as everyone claps and shouts.
Somehow, against all odds, we’re here, in love, holding each other, surrounded by family and friends, and I know this moment is only the beginning.
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