Epilogue 1
The summer sun is finally starting to set, my favorite time of day, because Winnie will finally be on her way back to our home.
In the months following Bianchi's death and mine and Winnie’s rescue, my brothers have helped me daily to restore the cabin and property.
My favorite time to operate is while Win’s at work.
I haven’t brought her back here since we returned.
I didn’t want her to be reminded of that day any time we removed bullets from the walls or fences.
Now that everything is back in its place, I plan for her to return tonight after her shift.
When we got back, and the club found out that Winnie and I were going to continue staying married, Hope and Prez were able to help her get a job at the local hospital.
It isn’t as huge as the one she worked at in Atlanta, but the ER keeps plenty busy.
Not that she complains; in fact, she seems happy with the slower pace.
On those days, she usually gets out earlier, and we have more time for each other in the evenings.
It's the perfect life, with the simplest domestic acts; yet, I’m happiest in those times.
Glancing again at my watch, I notice she should be here soon.
Restlessly, I move up and down the porch, my gaze sweeping over the exterior.
After the work done to it, no one would be able to tell that the cabin was the number one target of a shoot-out a few months ago.
My hand moves over the glider rocking chair, right as the sound of tires on gravel reaches me.
A slow grin pulls at my lips, and as naturally as breathing, my eyes search for her as she comes down the long drive.
Win parks next to my new truck, and my grin becomes larger when she steps out, and I see she had time to change out of her scrubs before heading home. On her feet are her brand new, chocolate brown, and teal cowgirl boots. Boots, I worked to supply her with in every color and style she wanted.
“Finn!” She rushes up the porch steps and launches her body into my arms. I catch her easily. “Oh my gosh, is the house ready? Does this mean we get to move back in?”
“Our house is ready, Mrs. Kinsella,” I respond, bending to pick her up bridal style. She giggles, her arms wrapping around my neck as I carry her over the threshold for a second time.
“It feels so good to be home!”
I laugh with her and set her back on her feet, keeping her hand in mine. “I was thinking we should celebrate tonight.”
Winnie’s eyes slide to mine, and a mischievous smile tugs at her lips. A look I’m very familiar with, and my cock is already hardening for the occasion. “Celebrate how?”
I pinch her jaw with my fingers and place a quick kiss on her lips. “The county fair is this weekend. I thought we could stop by and check out the rides, maybe get some food.”
Her eyes gleam, memories of our past rising to the surface. Her cheeks tinge pink, and her smile turns softer. Win’s hand lands on my chest, and she rises on her tiptoes to kiss me. “I love you, my husband.” Fuck me, I’m so gone for her anytime she calls me that.
“I love you more, Daisy.”
Win turns from me and drops her purse on the end table next to the couch, before walking farther into the living room.
“As great as an evening out with you sounds...” She pauses, and the sound of a zipper coming undone fills the quiet.
Winnie turns back to me, the front of her dress now hanging wide open.
“I was really hoping we could have a night in, celebrating at our house.”
My throat tightens, and I find it hard to swallow while my eyes greedily eat up every inch of skin she’s exposed to me.
She shrugs off the dress, and it pools on the floor, leaving her standing in just her lace bra and panty set, and those boots.
I make up my mind that tonight I’m going to fuck her, wearing only those. “Whatever you want, Win.”
She crooks her finger, and I prowl toward her, scooping her up behind her legs and sitting down with her on my lap. Her knees settle on either side of me, and my hands rest on her hips. She reaches up, cupping my face. “Thank you for giving me this life, Finn.”
My grip tightens on her hips, holding her to me while I grind up against her.
I can feel the heat of her pussy through the layers of our clothes.
“This life means nothing without you in it. You’re my heart, Win.
” My hands slide over her back, caressing every inch of warm, silky skin.
My palms move under her bra, pulling the snap easily and helping her remove it.
She trails her fingers down my chest, to the edge of my shirt.
I sit up, helping her push it up and over my head.
I don’t give her time to linger and explore. My lips find her neck, trailing kisses along the sensitive skin and grazing my teeth just below her ear until shivers break out over her skin and she’s digging her nails into my shoulders.
“Finn,” she whispers my name in a breathy tone. The needy way she grinds against me makes it almost painful.
“Let me make you feel good,” I murmur, lips moving down her collarbone while my hands slide up her thighs. When my lips brush over the curve of her breast, she arches into me. Instantly, my mouth closes over her nipple, sucking while she writhes her hips in my lap.
“Oh, yes,” she whimpers, her fingers delving into my hair while I suck harder, my teeth grazing the sensitive peak.
Her thighs clench around my waist. Hiding my smirk, I trail my lips across her chest and over to her other breast, giving it the same attention.
The need to be inside her builds, and I’m frantic to get rid of every barrier keeping me from her.
Lifting my head, I catch her lips with mine, kissing her hard and deep.
A kiss that's all tongue and teeth, until I can’t think.
My fingers grip the sides of her panties, looping the thin material and tugging hard and fast. The material splits, and she gasps.
Once she’s bare, her hands dive down to the button on my jeans.
We work together to get them undone and push them far enough down my legs.
My cock springs free, resting heavily against my abdomen.
Winnie’s small hand wraps around the shaft and pumps it torturously slow. “I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me.”
My whole body shudders, my breath catching in my throat.
She leans back, her hands moving to unzip her boots.
I stop her, my hand clutching hers. “Those stay on.” Her eyes widen, and her pupils expand.
Her cheeks pinken, and she smirks at me.
With her settled on my lap, my hands move to her hips again.
I slide one down between us, my finger grazing her clit.
“I can feel how soaked you are for me already.”
“Only for you,” she responds, lifting herself slightly, and uses her hands on my shoulders for balance. Guiding my cock to her opening, I press the head inside. Slowly, she lowers herself down, deliberately taking every inch slowly until I’m filling her up. A moan escapes her lips.
“Fuck, Finn. You’re so deep.”
My head falls back, and I groan in response. “You feel so fucking good. I love you.”
Her eyes sparkle, and she bites down on her lip. Her hips start to move, slow at first, rolling against me while her body stretches. “I love you, too.”
I thrust my hips up to meet hers, and she gasps.
Over and over, I thrust deeper and faster until her pussy clenches tightly.
I bounce her up and down, her pace quickening with every deep stroke.
She feels good. Too good. “Come for me. I need to feel you come on my cock, Daisy.” My hand moves between us, expertly flicking her clit with my fingers.
She cries out, her body shaking as her orgasm rips through her.
Winnie’s pussy clamps down on me almost painfully.
I bury my face in her neck, my grip on her hips tightening one last time as I come with her, spilling my release deep inside her body.
We’re both panting when it's over. My fingers reach up to brush her hair back from her face. She smiles down at me and kisses my lips gently. “Best celebration ever.”