Epilogue
TANNER
“What time is it?” I ask, tearing my shirt over my head as Deacon undoes his belt and pushes his pants and boxers down his thighs, his cock springing free as I fight with the button on my jeans.
“We have fifteen minutes,” Deacon growls, batting my hand out of the way as his mouth crashes over mine and he frees my erection, gripping us both in his roughened palm. The relief has me crying out. When was the last time we had sex?
“We can’t go this long again.”
“Yes, well, tell your daughter that we’d like more than a handful of minutes every night to sleep.”
“She’s so cute though,” I offer, yelping as Deacon spins me away from him and bends me over the back of the couch. There’s zero finesse as he yanks my pants and underwear down to my ankles, one hand massaging my ass as he reaches for the lube.
“I’ll remind you of that at three in the morning, but for now, spread your legs and hold on.”
“I love it when you’re bossy,” I quip before his slick fingers find my hole. His ministrations are quick and sure like he’s prepared me a thousand times.
And he has.
Spreading me wide, he doesn’t tease me, the head of his dick breaching the tight ring of muscle as he groans, my body relaxing at the sound of his pleasure and allowing him to push in farther until he’s fully seated inside me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. I love how good you take me, Sweetheart.”
I can only whimper as he pulls almost all the way out and slams into me, the couch lurching as Deacon pistons into me, my mind blanking as my orgasm barrels down on me.
“Oh my God, yes.”
“Arch your back. Fuck, that’s it…just like that.” I love when he’s like this—dominating, tender, and a whole lot wild.
“I’m gonna come…fuck.” His hand covers the head of my cock, saving the back of the couch from being defiled as he roars my name, pounding into me one last time before holding me tight and spilling inside me.
“What do you think? Will Paisley sleep long enough that I can have your dick in my mouth?”
“Dunno, but I’m totally on board with you giving it a try.”
DEACON
The light from the moon casts soft shadows against the lavender-colored walls of Paisley’s room. Briggs picked the color and helped with most of the painting. He loves his other sisters, but in this house, Paisley is the queen and we treat her as such.
I smile and brush the pad of my thumb across her cheek, her little bow lips parted as she dreams, and even though I complained about it earlier, I love these moments with her.
She’s our miracle.
Arden’s pregnancy had been as easy as nine months carrying a baby that’s not yours can be. My brother benefited from all the pregnancy sex and none of the diapers to change after, so he was happy, even though she still yelled at him for breathing too loud while she recovered.
Her pregnancy with Paisley was actually her third, as shortly after she and Jude finally got engaged, she announced she was pregnant with their second child.
Jude was perpetually in trouble for the first and most of the second trimester, but it’d been worth it.
They had a beautiful little boy named Cooper, and that had been enough for Arden.
Tanner and I didn’t mind waiting. We enjoyed being married and focusing on Briggs and our nieces and nephews—taking vacations and building our businesses and just enjoying life together.
And I’m glad we did.
Paisley wriggles in her swaddle before settling again, and I take that as my cue to carefully place her in the crib. Too many nights, I tried to put her down before she was in the tenth circle of deep sleep or whatever the parenting books say, only for her to be up three minutes later.
Holding my breath, I take a step back and then another, only turning for the door when I’m a few feet away. Tanner leans against the doorjamb with a knowing smirk, his unexpected presence scaring the shit out of me, and I shoo him out while silently swearing the entire way back to our bedroom.
“Are you out of your mind?” I murmur, covering his body with mine and pinning him to the mattress.
“You’re cute holding our daughter, but I was making sure you didn’t forget about my cock bein’ in your mouth.”
“You were, huh? Sounds like you want it so bad your Southern accent is coming out.”
“I do not have an accent,” he hisses, his indignation vanishing the moment I rock my hips against his.
“It’s sexy.”
“Don’t tease me. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
“Look who’s bossy now and after I fucked you this afternoon no less.”
“Please.”
“Don’t worry, Sweetheart. I’ve got all night to love you.”
THE END
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