EPILOGUE
COPPER
I laugh with my brothers as we run around the garden, chasing each other and the kids with water guns that Thea modified for us.
It’s as hot as Hades for a summer in the UK. The Old Ladies have commandeered the pool we set up for the kids every summer, and those who can drink are downing cocktails like there’s no tomorrow. Their heads won’t thank them for it in the morning.
Deciding I need to check on them—or more importantly, my Old Lady—I sauntered over to the pool, my eyes on my prize.
My Old Lady. My wife. The mother of our children.
We’ve experienced a lot of changes since Bee and I met for our undercover operation, but the one thing that hasn’t changed is the way I feel about her and the way she’s blossomed under my care.
Bee is no longer shy about expressing her love; instead, she showers us with it daily.
She retired from active ops once she fell pregnant with our first. Neither of us wanted to leave our children without a parent, and even though we were careful, there was always a chance that a stray bullet would find one of us.
Now, Bee plans the ops and accompanies us in the surveillance van she and Nora set up with Sterling’s help.
We rarely see the Skulls on ops now. They deemed us sufficiently trained to be out on our own a few years after we took down Miles Burres. But they’re only a call away if we need them.
“Hey, Sugar.” Bee smiles as I come closer, tilting her head back for my kiss.
I don’t hold back as I claim her mouth. Even after all these years, I enjoy nothing more than kissing my woman.
“Spice,” I murmur against her lips, running my hand under the cool water to cup her belly. I smile when I feel our little one kick. This is our fourth and last baby. It’s been a hard pregnancy, and I hate seeing Bee suffer. “How are you feeling, baby?”
“I’m okay.” She smiles up at me. “Or I will be later tonight. Your folks volunteered to take all the kids, so it’s just you and me.”
“Fucking awesome.” I grin at her as cold water hits my back, making me gasp and Bee giggle.
I look over my shoulder at our eldest son, Noah, and his cousin, Shea, as they cackle with laughter. Those two are as thick as thieves.
“Later, Spice, I’ve got two children who need to be taught a lesson.”
Bee laughs and waves me off to play with the kids.
***
Bee slides slowly down my cock an inch at a time until she bottoms out with a breathy sigh. It always amazes me how good it feels to be with her.
Running my fingers through her hair, I massage her scalp as she melts against me, allowing me to take her weight.
Removing my hand from her hair, I cup her face and draw her to me for a kiss.
We don’t rush; our lovemaking when she’s this far along is always slow, sensual, and soft.
Some of my best memories of our time together are when she’s carrying my child.
Bee moves slowly over me, rocking her hips in gentle rolls, taking me deeper with each pass.
“Love you, Bee Tin,” I murmur as she tightens around my cock.
“Love you, too, Copper Tin,” she murmurs as she comes.
And she does love me. I know this because she shows and tells me often. The woman who thought she didn’t know how to love is long gone. In her place is a woman who loves hard and has no problem showing the people she trusts how much.
It pains me that she had to go through so much heartache for us to end up here, living the life we do.
But it made her the woman she is… and that woman is perfect for me.
THE END