Epilogue
CASH
YEARS LATER
My girls are terrible singers, just like their mother. All three are singing loudly and bouncing around the living room. How they can sing and watch a Christmas movie at the same time, I have not a clue, but it’s adorable as hell.
My wife has given me three beautiful little girls.
Each time they’d tell us it was a girl, Kindred would announce that she knew that already.
The woman has a freaky skill of being able to do that with any pregnancy.
She told me Kelly from the diner was pregnant with a boy before Kelly knew she was pregnant.
Kindred said I would only give her girls because great girl dads are hard to come by, and I was made to be one.
That shit hit me hard, and I strive every day to be the best dad for them.
I know a huge part of that is them seeing me with their mama.
How I treat her sets an example, and I’m making the bar almost impossible to reach.
Our middle and wildest child bounces over to me. "You think they're dry?" She wiggles her fingers, showing off her nail polish that I put on five minutes ago.
“Looks like it to me.”
“Good, because I’m starving.” She jams her hand into the bowl of popcorn, grabbing a handful and shoving it into her mouth. I leave it be. They’re having a slumber party tonight since Kindred and I are going out.
Well, my wife is already out, and I have plans to join her. Not that I told her that, but my wife knows me, and I’m sure she’s expecting me to show up. She’d be highly disappointed if I didn’t.
I double-check to make sure the girls are all situated with snacks and so on. They already had dinner and are pretty much tucked in for the night in the living room. At some point, they’ll crawl into the fort we built and crash out.
When the alert at the gate goes off on my phone, I get up and give the girls hugs and kisses.
Ethan has the code to the gate. He's in town for the holidays.
If he's not around, Shelly, who retired from the library, or Tinsley will babysit when we have a night out.
Tonight, however, all the ladies are at the Frosty Mug for Tinsley's 21st birthday.
"Uncle Ethan is in the house!" Ethan shouts as he enters the room. All the girls scream and practically tackle him. Ethan is damn good with the girls, but I don't see him settling down anytime soon, if ever.
I slip out in the chaos and head toward town. Not much has changed except I did get a deputy. She's quirky and fits the town. I'm glad I got it worked out because while crime hasn't gone up in New Hope, how busy I am has.
All my girls keep me busy. Kindred also got herself an assistant to take some of the workload off of her. It allows her to continue to work and be involved in the town but also to spend the time she wants to at home.
It shouldn't be shocking because we live in New Hope, but the assistant, a local girl who graduated last year, and the deputy have hit it off. The two of them are dancing around each other.
I have to admit it is amusing, and I'm guessing this was how it was when everyone was watching Kindred and I do the same. I suppose history does have its way of repeating itself, especially in this town.
When I enter the bar, the party is in full swing.
I see my wife onstage with Candy and Tinsley, hitting all the wrong notes.
She’s adorable. It doesn’t go unnoticed by me that the dress she is currently wearing is not the black one she left in.
Now she has on a gold one covered in glittery sparkles.
That shit is going to get everywhere, and fuck, am I going to enjoy finding every speck for the next month. She’s lucky if that dress makes it out in one piece when I’m finished with her.
My wife spots me easily. I can tell by the glint in her eye that she’s up to something. A lot of things have changed, but Kindred’s mischievous side isn’t one of them.
"The strippers have arrived." She announces it to the bar, and they all cheer. I keep my face blank. I do have my sheriff's coat on, but there is only one of me. I hope she's not seeing double.
"Ew." Tinsley's whole face scrunches like she drank expired eggnog, and I can tell from across the bar that she might actually be seeing double. "It's like watching my dad strip. Before he died. Not the dead version."
"All righty then," Kindred says, taking the microphone from her. I make my way through the crowd. It's mainly locals tonight, but around the holidays, people have family in town. "Are you here to bust up my night, Sheriff?"
"You did not leave in that dress," I point out, still keeping my face blank.
"You don't like it?" She gives a little twirl.
"Shots!" Candy yells, barreling between my wife and me.
"Nope, nope, nope." Hollis is grabbing the shots away from the girls.
I snag one off the bar too, but I hand it over to my wife, who gives me a wink and tosses it back.
My girl wants to get drunk and party, so be it.
I'm not here to stop her fun, not until the right time.
I settle into one of the bar seats and pull her between my thighs.
"For the record, I fucking love the dress." I kiss her bare shoulder. The dress is strapless and only goes to mid-thigh. I know there is no way she's got a bra on under there, and I'm looking forward to exploiting that in the very near future.
Kindred turns in my arms. “And I love you.” She slides her hands up my chest to wrap around my neck before leaning in and brushing her mouth against mine.
“Watch it,” I warn. I only have so much control. I don’t care if she’s been my wife for many years; I still always want her. That will never change. She is and always will be my everything.
“I’m never going to have this.” Tinsley slips in beside us. “All this stupid love.” The expression on her face doesn’t lead me to believe she thinks it’s stupid at all.
“It can blindside you out of nowhere,” I tell her. I’m not used to a mopey Tinsley.
“Or you might already know them,” Kindred tosses out there too. Well, shit.
“Ope, there’s my brother. He’s my ride.” Tinsley points in the other direction.
“That is not your brother.”
“I’m trying to end this conversation. It’s my birthday. You have to call a girl out?” Tinsley huffs at me. Now this is the Tinsley I’m used to.
“Yeah.” Kindred smacks my chest in solidarity.
“All right, that’s assaulting an officer on top of indecent exposure,” I tell my wife.
“See, so adorable.” Tinsley shakes her head but perks up when one of her friends pulls her back to the dance floor.
“We going to handle this the easy or the hard way?” I ask my wife, getting back to the task very much at hand.
“Hmmm.” She puts her index finger to her cheek as though she’s thinking it over. “How about a little bit of both?” She gives me that mischievous smile of hers that I love so much. I reach down, adjusting my cock that’s been hard since I laid eyes on her. “Hey, now that’s indecent.”
Now she’s eyeing my dick. I'm going to give her a personal view of it, but she's going to be on her knees. When she licks her lips, I’m done for. She did that shit deliberately, and I know she’s ready to call it a night. At the bar, at least. We’re far from done.
“You want indecent, Cupcake?” I don't wait for her to answer. I stand, tossing a handful of bills onto the bar, not having a clue what their tab is, but that should cover it.
"Don't be throwing my money around like that. I could—" I end her little rant, tossing her over my shoulder, my hand going down on her ass in a slight smack.
I wanted to spank her, but I also wanted to prevent her from flashing her panties to the bar. I let my wife get away with a lot of shit, but anyone seeing parts only meant for me isn't happening unless you have an MD in gynecology.
"Someone call a lawyer!" Kindred shouts. No one does anything because they’re used to this. It's not the first, second, or even third time I have hauled my wife out of here or other places in this town. “You didn’t read me my rights!”
“You don’t have any.” I smack her ass again, for good measure.
"Ope! There he is! Knew he’d show up.” My wife sounds smug about this. I have to slightly turn to see where she is trying to point, and that's when I see Pierce Harte, the new lawyer that's been hanging around.
I keep going, carrying her out to the cruiser and sitting her inside. "Can I turn on the lights?"
"No." I shut the door, but I see her wiggling across the center console and flipping them on, nonetheless as I get back into the driver’s side.
"You're really working up your punishment.
" I put her back into her seat and try to put her seat belt on, but try is the key word because she keeps copping feels.
"You brought this on yourself," I tell her.
"Obviously," I hear her say, but I'm back out of the vehicle going around. I pull my wife out, and in a matter of seconds, I get her cuffed. "You did not just do that!" I pick her up and put her right back in her seat and pull the seat belt on.
"I should do this more often." She snaps her teeth at me, almost getting my nose. Fuck, I love her.
“Wait until I get these cuffs off.” Kindred is wiggling around in her seat next to me. It makes her skirt bunch up, giving me a nice view of her silky black panties.
“You’ll what?” I ask, reaching over between her thighs. She snaps them shut, but I easily push them back open. “I only want a peek.”
“Cash.” A low whimper leaves her as I pull them to the side.
“No way I can make it all the way home before I get a piece of that.”
“You’re a filthy pig.”
“That’s just mean.” I leave the panties pushed to the side, starting up my cruiser to head toward the station.
“I didn’t mean pig like a cop, and you know it.” Kindred is really wiggling around now. “You know what? I did. Pig all around.” When she starts oinking at me, I almost lose it. “Are these cuffs fuzzy?” She stops wiggling.
“Pink too.” I pull into the station parking lot. It’s dead out this late. The whole town shut down but the diner and bar.
“I love pink,” she mutters to herself with a slight slur. I’m already out of the cruiser and coming around to collect my wife. I toss her over my shoulder again.
“I love pink too,” I tell her. I'm carrying her inside before I stop and relock the door and set the lock at the very top too. I am the only one with a key to that lock, which I might have installed a few days ago. I can’t have anyone interrupting what’s been long overdue for this wife of mine.
"You're talking about my vagina, aren't you?" That one took her a few seconds, but she's had more than a few drinks tonight. I hurl one of her words back at her.
"Obviously."
"You're a brat," she snips.
"That's my word, Cupcake." I put her down on her feet.
“You did not.” Kindred realizes where she is now standing.
“I’m innocent. What do I have to do to convince you of that, Sheriff?
” She licks those plump lips of hers again.
They’re going to look so damn good wrapped around my cock.
“I’m willing to do anything to get me out of spending the night in this cell. ”
“Anything? Are you sure about that?”
She tries to stare up at me innocently, batting her lashes. I remove my coat, letting it hit the floor.
“Don’t move,” I tell her, dropping to a knee and sliding her panties down her long, beautiful legs. They’re soaked through. She steps out of them like a good girl. Fuck, I can smell her sweet cunt. When I stand, I yank her dress up. “On your knees.”
“Okay,” she agrees. “But I don’t know what I’m doing.” Kindred keeps her innocent act up as she sinks slowly to the floor, my coat protecting her knees.
“See how easy it is when you’re a good girl for me?
” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and she nods.
“Now you’re going to learn fast how to suck my cock.
” A little whimper leaves her. The filthier my mouth is, the wetter her pussy gets for me.
“Spread those legs wider.” I want a nice view of her pussy. It’s glistening for me.
I undo my belt and jeans, freeing my cock.
I put one hand gently at the back of her head, tangling my fingers into her hair.
With my other, I guide the head of my cock to her lips.
“You keep those pretty eyes on me,” I tell her, and she locks them with mine.
“Now open wide for me. I’ve got a lot of cock to give you.
” Her lips part, and I slide inside of her wet heat, a groan leaving me.
I grit my jaw as I slowly start to thrust in and out of her mouth.
My hold is firm in her hair, not allowing her to move.
“That’s a good girl, keep taking it.” I sink deeper.
“I deserve this. You flashing that pussy all over town baiting me.” A moan leaves her and vibrates straight to my balls.
“Hollow those cheeks out. I know you can.” My girl starts sucking, and I see a naughty glint in her eyes as she starts to work her tongue around me.
I pull back, and my cock slips free from her mouth. “I wasn’t done.” She pouts, her bottom lip puffing out. I don’t have a fucking clue what I did in this life to be given this woman, but I’ll never let her go.
“I’m far from done too.” I lean down, lifting her to her feet, and spin her around. I push the small clip on the cuffs, letting them fall away.
“What are you going to do to me now, Officer?” I give her ass a firm slap. “Oh! Sheriff.” She quickly corrects. She's the brat.
“Always baiting me.” I spin her back around to face me, and she’s already trying to climb up me. I lift her, and she wraps those long legs around me as I pin her to the concrete cell wall.
Kindred grips my shoulders, bracing herself right before I thrust fully inside of her. “See, I’m a good girl.” She rocks her hips, wanting me to move, but I keep her pinned to the wall.
“Don’t be lying now.”
“Okay.” She leans in and kisses my neck. “I might be naughty.” I grip her chin, pulling her head back so I can see her. I always want to see her. I can and will stare at her beautiful face for the rest of my life. “But I’m only naughty for you.”
“That’s my girl.” I kiss her hard and deep, claiming her the way we both need. Lovers in this life and all the others, neither of us ever letting go.
I hope you loved Kindred and Cash’s story.
Thank you for continuing to read my stories. Wishing you and yours a wonderful holiday and a happy New Year.