Epilogue
BAILEY
* Three Years Later *
“Grazie, Antonio.”
“Prego, Signora Turner. Buona giornata.”
I smile at the young man who has just wheeled in our breakfast before he leaves again, closing the door behind him. We've been having big lunches and dinners, so a light breakfast is perfect. Espresso, fresh-squeezed orange juice, pastries, fruit – everything on the trolley looks spectacular.
Or should I say, “Spettacolare.”
Our second honeymoon here in Italy has been a dream.
We've been drifting from city to city, spending two days here and four days there.
Last night, my incredible husband explained to the chef at the trattoria we ended up at that it was the three-year anniversary of us meeting, and the kind man actually made us his take on pizza lasagna.
I told Nate that his was better. He didn’t believe me.
I can hear Nate humming in the shower, his voice bouncing off the marble walls. This is one of the most elegant hotels we’ve stayed at, but there are a few more to go.
Taking my espresso to the Juliet balcony, I look out over the beautiful historic town, wrapped up in my fluffy bathrobe.
My entire life has improved since I met Nate. I finally have stability, and the deep comfort that comes from feeling safe. I can truly plan out what I want.
After only a few days of living with him, I called my grandmother, who had pretty much disowned my mother when she married Jeremy, to get real help for Cody and Jacob.
She charged in and laid down the law. I had no idea that my mother was supposed to be on medication – she stopped taking it when she met Jeremy because it didn’t mix with alcohol. Mom and the boys are living with my grandmother now, and Jeremy is history.
The deal is that Mom can live under Grandma's roof as long as she stays on her meds, and the boys are incredibly well cared for. They love their nanny, Rita, and call me bursting with excitement every time they get a new Adventure Kids badge.
A beautiful white dove sails right past me as I finish my coffee, then I go back inside and sprawl across the bed. Nate emerges from the shower wearing nothing but a towel. With his sculpted shoulders and seductive look in his warm, brown eyes, I think he’s even sexier than the day we met.
"The windows are open." His eyebrow lifts. "What if someone sees my wife looking so delicious?"
I glance outside. The only windows that could possibly see into ours are from farmhouses at least a mile and a half away. "If they have binoculars that are high-powered enough, good for them," I laugh.
He yanks the gauzy curtain across the window. “Not a chance I’ll ever take.”
I love when Nate gets possessive like that, although I can't always tell if he's joking when he tells me the waiter's eyes have been glued to me since we walked in. He loves having a hot young wife. Me, I love having a rugged mountain man.
I untie my robe, flipping it open. "Oh no." My eyelashes flutter. “Am I not allowed to go sightseeing naked around here?"
The front of Nate's towel is already tenting. He tears it off and throws it over a chair, giving me a moment to admire his sexy, tanned body, and the massive, thick erection that’s already pointing my way.
Then his gaze snaps to a green plastic bottle on the bedside table. "What's that?"
I grin, squirming out of the robe. "Ummm…prenatal vitamins?"
He freezes, eyes wide. I stopped taking the pill four months ago, and Nate has been anxiously awaiting news without ever saying anything.
My hands fly up. "Nothing’s certain yet. I just had a feeling. Although…" I grin from ear to ear. "I'm now officially five days late."
Nate blinks twice, then dives on top of me, his huge muscular body covering mine. His kiss is passionate, almost manic. "I love you so much," he groans, his hand gently cupping my pussy before slipping a finger inside. "Especially when you're so wet for me."
"I love you too…Daddy-to-be. Maybe."
I expect him to laugh, but he just nibbles along my neck and collarbone as he caresses my breasts while shifting my body into position.
He strokes the head of his cock against my clit until I'm quivering with anticipation. Then he slides into my eager pussy, bringing my knees up to plunge as deep as he can.
"My hot, sexy wife," he murmurs, staring at where his length is thrusting firmly into me.
Nate has always loved capturing my body with his. I love it, too. Feeling desired. Taken. But also, loved beyond belief.
He rolls me onto my side, and as we adjust our bodies he slips his thumb between us to grind against my clit.
The friction is a bit too much for this early hour of the morning.
My nervous system slams into overdrive as I latch my mouth to his.
The soft bed does half the work, bouncing us back and forth as he pounds into me deeply, his length swelling even more inside me.
“Are you going to wear that cute green sundress for me today?" he rasps.
"You mean the one you nearly tore off me four days ago?"
"Yeah. Your legs look incredible in that little skirt," he growls, using his strong thighs to keep grinding deeper and harder.
"Every single man in town who sees you walking around in that wishes he were balls deep inside you.
Then they see me, and back off. The man who doesn't deserve you but is going to be with you forever anyway. "
We've had endless playful arguments about which of us deserves the other more, and the ridiculous reasons why or why not. This time I simply smack his ass. "How about we say that we deserve each other. Especially if you move your thumb just a hair to the left."
He does so, the angle hitting perfectly, sending my heart rate skyrocketing.
"I love when my sweet innocent girl gets all flushed." He kisses along my cheekbone. "The freshly fucked look suits you, baby."
His hips and thighs tense, right behind me as I begin to tremble. "That's it," he grits out, jaw tight, eyes locked on mine. "Come for me, my love. Let me feel you come."
The climax crashes through me, first my pussy where he's pounding me so hard, then my heart. Shaking and panting, I clutch his body against mine as he speeds up, thrusting savagely as he growls through his own orgasm.
"So hot," he murmurs, collapsing back against the bed as our bodies slowly disengage.
“You're even hotter." My hand glides over his rippled abs.
His hand lands on my stomach. "How soon can we check, do you think?"
"Not quite yet. Maybe when we get home?"
His eyes blaze. We’re planning on stopping by Wolfe Mountain to visit his relatives on the way back.
"Maybe…" His voice is thick. "We could when we're in my hometown."
I twist the platinum ring around his finger. "Good idea."
THE END
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Kaden
“I’m guessing you didn’t get any videos done, though.”
Zoe laughs musically. It’s a sound I’m already falling in love with. “Nah, too busy. All good, though.”
Pulling her into my arms, we sink into the chair together, arms entwined as if we’ve known each other for years.
Zoe’s cheeks flush slightly as she squirms into a comfortable position curled against my shoulder.
“You gave me exactly what I needed to get started with my project. So I thought…you know… I should return the favor.”
My thumb caresses her cheekbone. “Can you guess what I need right now?”
Her breath catches. “Maybe? Or maybe I’m just hoping.”
Leaning back slightly, I tilt so that she’s leaning over me. I want the decision to sink toward me or not to be completely hers. “Kiss me?” I whisper. “I’ve been dreaming of it since we met.”
The next few seconds while I wait are the longest of my life, as my palm strokes her back. Her lovely eyes are huge as her tongue darts across her lower lip and she takes a slow breath. Then Zoe leans in tentatively, sweeping her hair out of the way behind her ear before pressing her lips to mine.
My pulse pounds in my ears as I pull her closer, the soft kiss progressing from gentle to fiery in just a few racing heartbeats. She’s clearly as excited as I am, her lips parting as the kiss deepens even more.
My entire existence is reduced to a series of snapshots. The feel of Zoe’s soft hair against my cheek. The pressure of her fingers gripping my shoulder, and her round ass on my thigh. The sound of her uneven breath, followed by her slight gasp. The way our bodies fit together so perfectly.
Soon she’s practically lying on top of me as I hold her close, my hand shifting to caress her hip. Her lips are soft as we kiss eagerly, tongues exploring and sighs and moans from both of us hovering in the air.
I adore this woman.
The logical part of me points out that I don’t know her well enough for thoughts like this.
Well, logic can sit down and be quiet. She’s what I’ve needed.
What I’ve dreamed of. Like being underwater for a full minute, then resurfacing and taking that first full breath.
The bright spark that has been missing and that I’ve craved my entire life.
Even though she has no idea yet what it means that I’m a Wolfe.