Epilogue Fiona
Ican hear the sirens blasting through the streets before I see him coming and I smile, stretching out my hand and waiting.
Heavy footsteps race up the stairs and the door slams open. My husband groans when he sees me.
“Oh shit, Fee. What the hell are you doing to me?”
“I told you that there was an emergency at home.”
He’s already ripping off his shirt and toeing off his boots. He rips them off and they go flying.
“You’re killing me, baby.”
“I can’t help it I’m ovulating right now.”
“I can’t believe you told Macy that. She was still laughing when I tore out the door.”
Grinning, I reach out my hand and the handcuff clinks on the iron rail. “Well, I can’t help it that I don’t have the keys either. You should leave a spare.”
“I don’t have a spare,” he huffs, crawling up until he’s covering me on the bed. He grins wickedly, his heated gaze drifting down my naked body. “I do like you like this, angel baby.”
I reach over and tug his cowboy hat off and drop it on my head. Lifting my brows, I run my finger down his chest and straight to where his cock points at me. “I can tell.”
“Good. Now spread those thighs for me, angel baby. I have to frisk you very thoroughly.”
Laughing, I throw his hat off and groan when my husband slips down my body, his mouth finding my weeping core, his tongue lapping at me, his finger parting my lips and pumping in and out.
“I can’t stay long, angel baby. But I’m gonna make sure you come. Over and over again.”
“I know you will,” I whimper, sinking into the clouds of lust and desire washing over me. Flames ripple under my skin when he curls his finger and finds the spot that always makes me melt and catch fire.
“Grady!” I scream, falling apart. He growls and licks me through another orgasm and then he rears up and lines himself up with my core, his thick, hard length pushing inside of me in one quick thrust.
Groaning, I throw my head back, my eyes closing. “I love you, sir.”
“I love you too, Fee.”
In and out, over and over, each thrust a benediction, a prayer. My breath puffs out of me and waves of heat rush over me until I’m gasping for breath.
But he doesn’t stop. Not my handsome husband. His hips piston harder and faster and he takes me higher and higher until it feels like I’m floating above my body, weightless and yet heavy.
“Grady!” I scream and come apart, feeling his thrusts go wild as he empties himself inside me with two, then three quick, deep thrusts.
“Fee,” he groans, his head falling to my chest. Then he rolls over and kisses me gently. His hand comes up to my wrist and he gently unclasps it with the key and kisses my wrist softly.
“I love you, Fee.”
“I love you too, Grady.” I close my eyes, listening to the deep thump of his heart under my ear. We’ve been together for three years and I swear my heart beats with his.
I rub my cheek on his lightly-furred chest and smile. “I never thought I’d find my soulmate until I met you.”
“I was just waiting for you to be ready, Fee. It’s always been you. It will always be you.”
My fingers run through his chest hair and I smile. I always wanted a home but I never realized that all it would take would be a man. A special man.
A man who’d tell me that he wasn’t going anywhere and I’d know that he was my one.
A man like Sheriff Grady O’Hurley. My husband. The only man I’ll ever love.
My home. My love, my heart, my soul, my everything.