Epilogue Aspen Two years later
It’s been a horrendously long three months. The last few months of the tour. It stretched until it felt like forever.
But my doctor refused to let me travel anymore. And Hunter threw an ever-loving hissy fit.
As much as a gorgeous man can anyway.
“I’m home, sparkles. How are you feeling?”l
I glare at him and lift my arms for him to help me up. “Well, your children are acting like rabbits and jumping all over my insides. So not great!”
My husband winces. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Do you want me to rub your feet for you?”
I scrunch my nose. “No. But I wouldn’t say no to some ice cream.”l
He grins and leans down to kiss my nose. “Neapolitan?”
I huff happily. “Obviously. That’s the only ice cream with three perfect flavors in it.”
He laughs but then he leans down again and his lips claim mine. His tongue darts along my lips and then presses inside my mouth, tangling with my tongue. I can taste the mint and coffee on his breath.
My head reels and I lean up to grasp the color of his flannel shirt. His mouth devours my whimper and I push harder to stand up but he pushes me away, his breathing ragged and rough. “Holy shit, sparkles. You’re killing me here. You’re on bed rest.”
I groan and lean back, my sigh dragging out. “Ugh. Stupid doctors. She’s just worrying too much.”
“You got dizzy and then passed out. She’s not worrying too much.”
“I know. And then she ran and tattled to you which is why you cut your mini-tour short,” I huff, crossing my arms.
“You should have told me yourself, baby. And we’re gonna talk about that later,” he growls. “But for now, I’m home and you’re about to find out what it’s like to really be on bed rest.”
My brow lifts. “You could join me on bed rest,” I grin and wheedle.
He shakes his chestnut head. “You’re a naughty girl and as soon as that doctor lifts your bed rest I’m gonna be on you like you’re the last cookie in the jar.”
I laugh. “You love my cookies.”
He leans down and kisses me, deep and rough. “You have no idea how much I love your cookies.” He stands up and then pats my cheek lightly. “But for now…ice cream.”
I toss my head back onto the couch cushions and sigh. My whole body feels like it’s on fire and there’s only one thing she wants and it’s hiding in my husband’s jeans. I can see the bulge behind his zipper and my mouth waters.
But before I can make another suggestion, he wags a finger at me. “Settle your pretty ass down. You need to rest.”
I stuff my tongue between my teeth and sigh. “Alright.”
We only have two more months to go until the twins get here. Jared and Michael. Two boys.
I thought my poor husband was either going to faint or he was going to rip his shirt, puffing out his chest so much.
But he just kissed me and smiled with tears in his eyes.
And he’s been my best supporter since we found out. I can barely move without him following me around unless he’s working. I actually wanted him to go this last time because he was driving me crazy! I think if he could he would have bubble-wrapped me.
For the babies of course.
My head pops up when he brings in a dish of ice cream.
“Mmmm. You put whipped cream on it?”
“That’s because I love you and I missed you and the boys.”
I lick my spoon and almost laugh at the way his eyes darken. “You don’t say.”
Then I reach over and touch the front of his jeans. He gulps. “What about your ice cream?”
“I’m thinking about another kind of cream.”
He groans. “I’ve missed you, baby. But we can’t do anything.”
My smile is slow and sexy. “I think we can do something about what you got going on in there.”
“I can’t do anything for you and that’s not fair.”
“Hunter. The last time you were home you gave me six orgasms in one shot. I think I’m ahead of you. Let’s see if we can get you caught up.”
His square jaw tightens. “Dammit,” he hisses. Then I grasp the zipper and tug it down and his dick pushes hard towards me.
I tough him and he growls under his breath.
Then he stands up and over me. His hand caresses my jaw and he holds me still. “If you start feeling bad, we stop. And you tell me immediately. And you just sit there. I’m gonna fuck your face and you’re going to be still and let me.”
My whole body lights up. My skin tingles and my eyes lock on his big, talented hands as they shove his jeans down. His cock springs free and my mouth waters.
“Anything goes wrong, you tell me immediately.”
I nod my head and he slides his thick, rounded head against my lips. I open, my mouth taking him inside. He’s like smooth silk over a steel cage. I let him push his thick length inside my mouth over and over again.
I lift my eyes to watch and his eyes close, his mouth hanging open, the stubble on his cheeks hidden under the dark flush tinting his skin.
My hand lands on his belly and I feel his skin tense up.
I moan and whimper around his cock and he growls and pushes harder. In and out, my whole body wracked with the need I always feel when I’m with him. It sizzles along my nerves and settles into my bones. Like it’s part of me.
Like he’s part of me.
He pushes his cock in harder and goes faster and faster. I can hear his grunting sighs and moans and my pussy tingles, the jolt wrapping around my belly.
Until I feel the warm wash of lust and desire hit me. His cock thickens in my mouth and I taste that first salty hint of his essence on my tongue.
I wrap my fingers around his dick and suck hard and he groans, stiffening even more, his dick jerking in my mouth and then his cum washes over my tongue and down my throat.
I drink down every drop and lick my lips. He stares down at me, mouth hanging open.
“I swear to hell, you never cease to amaze me, sparkles.”
I wipe my hands off on a paper towel and grab my ice cream, spooning a big bite into my mouth.
“And I never will.”
Just like he does with me. I am endlessly surprised and amazed that this funny, annoying, gorgeous and gifted man is mine.
It feels like a dream. And in less than two months probably, we’re going to have the next extension of the dream.
A family. Two boys, a house, a job that he loves and me waiting for him when I can’t go with him.
As of right now, he’s taken me all over the world on his tours. I’ve seen the Aegean Sea. I’ve gone to England. I’ve traveled all over with my gorgeous husband and he’s shown me the world as only he can.
And then we come home. We live a quiet life and Ryan always tries to drag us out.
But when you’re found your home, why would you ever try to find more?
My home travels with my husband. He’s my home and I’m his. He makes me laugh, he lets me cry. And he never, ever, ever…stays away from me.
“Harper and her daughter are coming in a couple of weeks to help out. Fee would as well but she’s pregnant with their first. And her doctor must know mine. They have eerily similar ideas about traveling.”
Hunter shakes his head at me. “Just eat your ice cream and then I’m taking you to bed.”
“Who said I wanted to go to bed?”
I lift my brow and he grins. “Yeah, yeah. Finish your ice cream. Then I’m gonna put you to be and hopefully be able to hold you all night with no interruptions.”
“That sounds perfect,” he growls.
And when he tucks me into his arms and my head rests on his chest and his big hand rests on the babies…well, that is just the definition of perfect.
Just like my husband.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you too, sparkles. Now rest. I promise that I’ll make sure everything is good.
I rest my cheek on his chest and he starts humming the song that started it all.
My eyes close and I smile, tears stinging my eyes. “I love you, Hunter.”
His lips caress my cheek. “I love you too. Now rest.”
For the first time, I just let myself drift off to sleep, smiling. I’m exactly where I was meant to end up.
With my home.