Epilogue
LILY
Four years later…
The lake glitters like gold.
Our lake.
The one that changed everything.
Colt stands in the shade by the garage, his sleeves rolled up, his forearms slick with sweat, a black T-shirt clinging to his body.
He’s bent over a motorcycle—his current project—that looks brand new, even though it showed up like a pile of rust and bolts.
His hands move slow, precise, with the kind of control that never fails to get me going. I bite my lip.
That’s my husband. I belong to him.
A tiny clatter draws my eye to my feet where our son, Christopher, plays with his toy car. I can’t believe he’s already four, with wild auburn curls and a pink tongue that pops in and out of his mouth as he plays. He mimics his daddy’s movements, already wanting to be just like him.
I’m sitting on the porch with my paints, working on a watercolor landscape of the property, which we now own. We bought it from our parents last year. It’s our special place, and we both knew we just had to have it.
Colt works private security now as his full-time job and fixes bikes on the side to bring in extra money. I take care of the house, am a mom, and have recently started to learn to paint.
Colt looks over at me and smiles. That grin that still goes right through me.
Four years of marriage and it still feels like I’ve been struck by lightning.
Four years and Colt still can’t keep his hands off me—can’t pass me in the kitchen without sliding his hand up my dress.
He’s a man starving for me, and I’m more than happy to feed his hunger.
He comes over and scoops Chris up into his arms, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Yeah, this is what forever looks like.
My throat tightens, and my eyes begin to burn. I’m such a crier now. But they’re tears of joy. And I’m so filled with joy that it seems like I’m always crying. Colt teases me for it, but I know he loves it. He loves me.
It took less time than I thought it would for Mom and Jim to fully accept our relationship.
They got married, and a year later, Colt and I tied the knot.
Sure, people talked, but Colt and I never cared.
And Mom and Jim eventually learned to not listen.
Once they saw just how happy we were and fell in love with Christopher, they understood that our family is all that matters.
The washer pendant on my neck shines as I tilt forward, setting my brush aside. The first thing that was truly ours. I smile up at my husband as he looks down at me, so tall, so handsome. His eyes steal my breath. Such ownership that make me know how safe I am.
“Momma!” Christopher calls out, reaching for my arms. “Daddy says I can help him tomorrow!”
“He did!?” I ask. “Will you be the best helper ever?”
My son nods enthusiastically. “I’m gonna help Daddy fix everything!”
“Oh, I bet you will!” I stand, and Colt opens the door for us. “But right now it’s time for bed.”
Christopher starts to protest, but Colt comes over and tussles his hair lovingly. “You listen to your mother, son. Besides, the sooner you go to sleep, the sooner tomorrow comes and the sooner you can be my assistant.”
He thinks for a second, his beautiful young eyes focused on some vision of tomorrow he’s formulating in his mind. Then he smiles that sweet smile that melts my heart. “Okay!”
The world is warm as I carry my son to his room and put him down. My body tingles with joy as I watch my husband kiss him goodnight and close the door, leaving it open just a crack.
“Being a mom is amazing,” I tell him as we go back downstairs. “And I have you to thank for that.”
“Well, you’re an amazing mother,” Colt counters with a smile, taking me into his arms. “And I was absolutely helpless against your charms. I had no choice but to impregnate you.”
I giggle as he slides a hand up my shirt and cups my breast, instantly setting my body ablaze. “You’re such a sweet talker.”
“Am I?” he teases, lifting me into his arms and carrying me outside. He sets me down on the porch and lies down on top of me, his bulge already hard and massive between my thighs. “Remember when I fucked you here?”
“And we almost got caught by the insurance guy?”
Colt grins and tugs my pants down. He reaches down and rubs my clit, sending an instant jolt of pleasure through me. Then he lifts my shirt and kisses each of my nipples.
Whenever we make love, I feel worshipped. Honored. He can fuck me so hard, so rough, but it doesn’t matter. Everything he does makes me feel like a goddess. And whenever he wants me, I gladly submit. Because I want him too.
He pulls his hard cock from his jeans and spreads me open with its crown, causing me to gasp, exhilarated. Four years of being fucked by his monster and I still am shocked by his size every single time.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan as he presses his inches into me.
My pussy clenches around his girth, already dripping with excitement.
He’s so fucking enormous there isn’t a millimeter inside of me that he doesn’t touch—doesn’t fill.
And as he starts to thrust, pounding me hard against the deck of the porch, my love for him rises up like an earthquake.
“Let’s make another baby,” he tells me. My jaw drops. I was not expecting this, but I don’t even have to think twice.
“Yes.” I nod, grinding my hips back against him. “Fill me with your cum, Daddy.”
“Show me you want it,” he growls, rutting inside of me, hitting that sweet spot that always drives me to climax. “Milk that cock, baby. Drain me.”
I clench down on him and buck back harder, driving my body into his. I swear, every time he fucks me hard—which is every time—I think he’s going to split me in two.
The porch creaks beneath us with every thrust. He’s already so hard, and I’m dripping everywhere, wetting the boards under my butt. He leans in and kisses me. Our tongues press together, and that’s all it takes—just the extra spice of intimacy and I’m coming.
My pussy snatches hold of his cock as he drives into me.
He groans, and I feel his hot release splash inside me, coating my walls as he kisses me like he’s afraid he’ll lose me.
I gasp as I go off with him, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding on for dear life.
His final twitches inside me are luscious and primal.
I’m giggling now, my cheeks flush and my body on fire. We’ve been using the pull-out method since Christopher was born, but now I know—I know that he just got me pregnant. In nine months or so, our family will expand.
He whispers into my ear, “I love you, baby.”
“I know,” I moan. “I love you too.”
THE END