Epilogue
Ethan
Fourteen years later…
Our backyard looks like a small farming commune exploded all over it.
There are kids everywhere—our four and all their cousins, so many I can barely keep track of them all. My parents are here too and we’re all working on the huge garden together. So many dirty hands, muddy knees, and smiling faces.
Everyone is staying on our new ranch for the week. We’re all hanging out and building the massive garden together. It feels like old times, although we didn’t have so many people back then. With my three sisters, their husbands, June, and all of our offspring, we’re really something to see.
There’s been so much laughter all week, good food, and amazing company that I can’t help but feel like the luckiest man in the world.
Our oldest, Gabe, has disappeared with some of his older cousins, but the younger kids are helping out.
“I don’t want to stick my hands in the dirt,” my niece Evelyn says. “A worm is going to bite me.”
My mom tries to hide a laugh as she smiles at her. “Worms don’t bite,” she says softly. “Look, I’ll show you.”
They’re kneeling in front of the garden and my mom pulls out an earthworm from the soil, showing it wiggling around on her palm. My mom’s hair is long and gray, her face is showing some wrinkles, but she looks good. She looks happy. And that makes me happy.
I lean against the porch railing with a mug of coffee and take it all in, my chest tight with something that feels a lot like overwhelming gratitude.
June is working in another garden with my sister, Freya, although they’re chatting more than they’re working. My heart squeezes when I see her tilt her head back and laugh. Will I ever get tired of watching this amazing woman?
Her hair is pulled into a messy knot and there’s a streak of dirt on her left cheek. It reminds me of the first time I saw her when she was caked in soot and ash from the fire. I thought she was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen and I still do.
Motherhood suits her well. She’s the best and our children adore her.
I smile as I watch her hands moving the way they always have—eccentric, excited, pure June.
She still runs her shop in town and of course, it’s a huge success. She still makes more pottery than I can wrap my head around, working so hard for all of us. She’s expanded the studio twice now, added apprentices, started teaching workshops. People come from all over just to learn from her.
We built a massive studio on our ranch, renovating the huge barn into a studio that she claims she’ll never grow out of, but knowing her, it probably won’t take long. She has four kilns now and each one costs more than her entire first studio did.
She’s incredible.
And I get to come home to her.
Every night.
I’m still working at the fire station, and still loving it. It’s my second home, but nothing can compare to this.
“You did well, son,” Dad says as he comes over, sliding his arm on my shoulder and looking out at everyone working. The huge family together. He clinks my coffee cup with his and smiles.
“You did well too, Dad,” I say smiling back at him. “Thanks for leading the way.”
“I never told you,” he says as he takes a sip of coffee, the lines around his mouth more visible than ever, “but I’m so proud of you for going your own way and following your passion.”
I feel a lump in my throat when I see the pride in his eyes.
“My son, the firefighter,” he says, nodding. “You don’t know how many people I bragged about you to.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, giving him a hug. “For everything.”
We join in the fun, making planter boxes with my brother-in-laws and filling them with soil while my sisters argue about fertilizer ratios and openly wonder where their teenagers are.
Dad’s got a shovel in his hands, helping one of the kids dig a new bed and Mom’s directing traffic like she’s running an operating room.
That’s when I catch June’s eye across the yard.
She gives me that look and I know what she needs.
We gave my parents our room for the week and we’re shacked up in Evelyn’s room with Freya and her husband Tommy.
Family time has been great, but I miss my alone time with my girl.
And I can tell she’s missing it too.
She gives me those lustful eyes and then saunters into her pottery studio, swaying her ass a little to drive me crazy.
It works. It always works.
I wait as along as I can—about twelve seconds—and then head over, trying not to run, trying to look inconspicuous.
I slip into the pottery studio and quietly close the door, locking it behind me.
“I thought I’d never get you alone,” she says from somewhere in the darkness.
I find her sitting on her big desk, wearing nothing but her apron.
I groan as I take her in my arms, feeling all those soft curves and that smooth skin. Our mouths connect, kissing passionately as she yanks out my belt and pulls down my zipper.
We both moan when she wraps her hand around my hard cock and pulls it out. I yank her apron to the side, spread her legs, and steal a quick peek at her beautiful wet pussy before she puts me inside her.
It’s heaven. She’s heaven.
She buries her mouth into my neck, whimpering and trying not to scream as I fuck her hard and fast, driving my big cock into her soaked pussy with hard punishing thrusts.
I’ve been dying for this all week.
I usually take her twice a day, so going almost a full week without it has been torture for both of us.
She cums almost immediately, shaking and trembling on the desk as I thrust in and out, fucking her through her intense orgasm.
I don’t stop, sliding in and out, kissing her mouth and neck, gripping her big swaying tits, and feeling so damn lucky for each second of it.
My girl grabs the back of my neck, holds her forehead to mine, our open mouths an inch apart as we both get close to cumming. I swallow her hot breath and her sexy whimpers as I thrust in hard, her hips slamming into mine, meeting every hard pump of my hips.
We both cum hard and fast—synchronized as usual—clinging to each other and trying not to scream and let the whole ranch know what we’re up to.
June throws her head back and looks consumed by bliss as the orgasm flows through her body. I hold her trembling breast as her pussy pulses and milks my cock, sucking my seed into her.
It feels so good. I fucking adore this girl.
We give ourselves a few seconds to recover, but then we realize we’re pushing our luck.
I pull out of her and we both whimper, neither of us ready for it to be over just yet. But still, we don’t want to get caught, so we quickly get dressed and head out like we’re perfectly innocent.
I do a quick survey of the area and everyone is still working on the gardens, none of them the wiser.
“Meet me here after lunch?” June says with a sexy lick of her lips.
I grin as I watch her strut off. “Absolutely.”
My cock is already hard just thinking about sinking into that sweet pussy once again.
My possessive eyes are locked on my girl as I watch her walk over to where my family is working. She blends into the family perfectly. They all love her. How can you not?
She fits here like she was always meant to be mine.
In my family. In my arms. In my life.
I burn for her just as hot today as the day I found her in that fire.
And I always will.
The End