Epilogue
JUNIPER
Six and a half months later
“I knew I’d find you two out here.” I’m situated under a tree, back to the trunk, a blanket beneath me, and a few things I’d need are in reaching distance.
A burp rag, my ever-present mug of water, a diaper, and wipes.
We’re back where it all started. Okay, not the bar or the ranch.
We’re at the cabin. It didn’t take much to talk Lawson into coming up here for the weekend.
I’d just finished the macrame swing I’d been working on for most of my pregnancy, and this is technically the last week of my maternity leave.
Even though Lawson doesn’t want me to work at all, I still want to.
We did settle on part-time, and I’d bring Jasmine to work with me.
We’d trade off if a patient came in, or we’d take her up to the house where Catherine can watch both of her grandbabies.
She was over the moon, as was I. The only person still grumbling is my soon-to-be husband.
Standing my ground and getting the wedding of my dreams while our little girl walks down the aisle throwing flowers with her ring-bearer cousin, Case, is what I want, and the rest I couldn't care less about. The wedding could be out in the woods, in the barn, or off the front steps of Catherine and Russell’s house.
All I care about is a few of the details. The rest can fall where they land.
“How’d you know that?” I tease. The top of my dress is down.
Jasmine is nursing, eyes closed, hand on my breast. Lawson’s eyes flare with heat like they do every time I nurse our baby.
Truth be told, it makes him ravenous, and holding him off until being cleared from the obstetrician meant a lot of foreplay.
Lawson is ready for me to be pregnant again already, and while I love that he loves me any way he can have me, I also want to enjoy Jasmine for a little while.
Another plus to breastfeeding is there’s a good chance it could delay fertility as well.
“Jasmine done?” I nod. Lawson is in a pair of jeans, button undone in his usual fashion.
When Jasmine woke up from her nap, he was still asleep.
He’s been up with me through every feeding since the very beginning.
I nursed, he changed her diaper, then made sure she was asleep before putting her back in the bassinet in our bedroom.
While I get to nap during the day, he’s working on the ranch.
Today, I could give him a little reprieve, plus the weather is gorgeous, warm and sunny for a fall day.
“Yeah.” I gulp when he runs his hand down his stomach, hooking his thumb in the waistband of his jeans.
His arm flexes, muscles pulling in his corded abdomen, and my hormones are in high gear remembering yesterday.
Before my appointment with the doctor and us heading up here, I used my mouth on him.
My ass was facing his head, his thumb on my clit, and he pinched me at the exact same time he came down the back of my throat.
Today, though, today is the day I’m officially cleared.
I can see by the look in his eyes that he’s tired of waiting, and so am I.
“I’ll put her in the swing.” A swing he no doubt made sure could never fall.
I’m actually surprised he didn’t demand putting concrete poles in the ground.
He probably knew I’d castrate him if he ruined the beauty and nature out here.
I go to fix my top when he says, “Don’t you dare.
It’s been too long.” Last night, after settling in, eating dinner, and getting Jasmine ready for her evening routine, I was out like a light.
I’m not sure when he had the time to hang her swing, but when we walked out here, I noticed it was up, and it made me fall in love with Lawson the man and the father even more.
Our girl is snuggled to his bare chest, exactly how she likes it, and he places a kiss on the crown of her head, melting my insides even more.
This man of mine has so many pieces of me I’m not sure where he ends and I begin.
“I’ll do one better.” I pull the ribbon on my other side, baring myself to his view.
I wiggle myself out of the dress, leaving me in a pair of control top panties.
My after-baby body hasn’t been easy to embrace.
Lawson, on the other hand, is just as obsessed with me as when I was pregnant. He really does the most in every way.
“Fuck me, you’re so damn beautiful, Juniper.
” His hand is on the bassinet swing, steadying it for a moment before moving back to me.
His jeans are off, and he’s dropping to his knees in front of my spread thighs.
“I wish you’d get rid of these. I want your body exactly how it is.
None of this trying-to-suck-you-in shit.
Your stomach may have marks on it now, but it’s proof you held our daughter, and I love you for who you are, not your body.
” Lawson’s fingers go to the waistband, pulling them down my legs and tossing them away.
My dress had a built-in bra, so that didn’t bother me.
There’s just something about wanting to bounce back to what you once were.
“You keep putting them on, I’ll keep taking them off, and then I’ll light the fuckers on fire. ”
“I don’t care what you do as long as you don’t make me wait anymore.” I’m relenting. They are kind of uncomfortable and dig in your sides at the worst of times. “Fine, I’ll quit wearing them. No use in wasting money for you to destroy them.”
His big hands grab me firmly by the back of my thighs, pulling me down until I’m flat on my back. He slides the underside of his cock along my wet slit. My head tips back as I undulate beneath him, and he comes down on his hands on either side of my head.
“Goddamn, I love watching your milk slide from your nipples,” he says, his head dipping, tongue dragging along the same path as my breast milk.
He’s always watching, always waiting, and the minute he sees Jasmine is done nursing, he’s there.
Sweeping his thumb along my nipple, bringing it to his mouth, and tasting me in a completely different way.
I never knew how erotic it would feel or look.
I’m so focused on his tongue and mouth moving from one nipple to the other, my milk slowly stopping, only to feel the head of his cock slide inside me.
“Lawson.” Pure decadence, the sensation overwhelms me.
My eyes close and I let him do whatever he wants to my body.
I’m not prepared for all these feelings, a rasp of his tongue against my skin, the soft velvet contradicting his hard length slowly gliding in and out of my pussy.
He’s slowly working me up, too slowly. My hands grip his biceps, my nails digging into his skin, leaving half crescent moon shapes in their wake.
“Next time I have you to myself, I’m going to suck on each nipple until you can’t take any more, and you know I don’t give one single fuck if your milk pours down your chest.” He thrusts inside in one swift movement and with a slight swivel of his hips and the way he’s talking, I’m not going to last much longer.
What a shame that is because I’m absolutely loving everything he’s doing to my body.
“Yeah, my baby likes that. I can feel the way you tighten your pretty cunt around my dick.”
“Harder.” The wail of need tears from my lips a little louder than I’d like. I’m not ready for Jasmine to wake up because her parents are fucking like rabbits.
“Gonna come inside you, Juniper. My cum only ever belongs inside of you, now and forever.” My eyes open, watching his bright blue eyes looking at where we're connected after he had his way with my breasts. He’s completely infatuated, and with the grip he has on my shoulders, holding me deep in his grasp, I’m unable to hold back.
Lawson naked, the sun beating on our naked bodies, watching each muscle move with every movement, it’s all I can take.
“Yes, come in me.” This time, my voice is strong and steady, demanding what I want.
“Hell yes.” He's fucking his cock harder, faster, deeper inside me, and when he feels me come, only then does he let go, and I feel each jet of cum fill my core. “Love you, Juniper. By god, do I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I yawn. He stays planted inside of me, both of us relishing in the moment of us being connected, forever.
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Prologue
Maeve
One Month Earlier
“What did I get myself into now?” I mumble the words under my breath as the hostess leads me to the table.
I’m on a date, I can’t believe I pulled the trigger.
An online dating app lured me in late one night after hearing what JW had to say to his brothers.
Yeah, let’s just say it set tonight in motion.
I never thought dropping off cinnamon rolls to the big lug along with a few other sweet treats to the Johnson ladies would result in me leaving the ranch as fast as my feet could take me.
“Here’s your table, can I get you a drink while you wait?
” I pull my chair out. The palm of my hands are slick with sweat and I rub them down the fabric of my high waisted wide leg turquoise pants.
I paired the outfit with a pair of woven straw wedges and a floral thin strapped blouse.
The best part of these pants is you can dress them up or down.
A band tee with a pair of chucks and you’re good to go.