58. Epilogue
Finnley
The barn at Hayes ranch has been transformed into a winter wonderland. And although it's a frigid 37 degrees outside, it's toasty warm inside with stand-up electric heaters and the hundred or so people in attendance.
Overhead lights with exposed bulbs crisscross the space, giving the whole scene a serene glow. Pine boughs and dried huckleberry branches twined with red and white roses adorn the tables and flicker in the candlelight that’s dotting every table, including the one for the bride and groom at the end of the barn.
Across the large open space, I catch my husband’s eye. He’s removed his suit jacket and has the sleeves of his shirt rolled to the elbows. He’s also got a couple of days’ worth of scruff on his face, and even though he usually keeps it neatly trimmed, I love the way it looks and the burn it leaves on my thighs after he’s done devouring me.
He’s so different here in Timber Forge, more laid back and more Hudson. He’s still my best friend, but he’s also the sexiest man I've ever met and absolutely the love of my life. He’s currently dancing with Paige, and she giggles as he twirls her around and around, her dark hair and bright red dress billowing out around her as she spins.
It’s not even my wedding and I still feel like the luckiest woman in the world. Being married to Hudson is all I ever dreamed it could be and more. He’s ridiculously attentive, as well as equal parts sweet and deliciously filthy. He does things to my body and my heart that I never thought possible. And he’s the best dad to Paige, and I can’t wait to see him become a father again.
A soft coo filters up to me and I pull my eyes away from my husband and our daughter to see Miss Amelia is wide awake and sucking her fist in my arms.
“Hey, little one,” I say and let her wrap her tiny, slimy fist around my finger. I can't help but wonder if our baby will look anything like Hank and Wren’s girls. The Hayes genes are strong. “Here comes your mama, daddy, and sister.”
Wrenley beams at me as she approaches. Her long, blond hair is swept up, curls twined with baby’s breath, and even without a veil, she looks every part the bride. Her dress is like something out of a fairy-tale, with spaghetti straps and a heart-shaped neckline. The bodice is simple, with a pearlescent beading that catches the light. But it’s the layers and layers of tulle falling in tiers and cascading to the floor that make her look like a princess. The prettiest princess bride, as Paige put it.
Her face is flushed from dancing, and she looks incredibly happy. “Do you want me to take her?” she asks, running a hand over her daughter’s hair before pressing a soft kiss there.
“Not unless you want to,” I say, smiling up at her from where I’m seated at a round table.
Hank follows shortly behind Wren, cradling their other twin daughter, Hazel, against his chest. He’s discarded his jacket somewhere and looks perfectly content and head over heels as he gently bounces her in his arms. I love seeing them so happy—a perfect little family. The twins are almost four months old, and they both have a crop of fuzzy dark hair and big brown eyes.
“Well, if you can keep her just a touch longer,” she says through a grimace, “I really have to pee.”
“I’ve got her,” I say, smiling down at Amelia, who has gone back to sucking her fist in earnest.
“Do you need help, Wrennie Girl?” Hank asks, running a hand over her back.
“I can get Ginger, if I can find her,” she says, looking around. She’ll need help holding up all those layers of her dress.
I scan the crowd of people, as well, but only see Hales, Nat, Norah, and their parents. “I can hand this one off to someone and help,” I say, moving to scoot up out of my seat.
“No. No, it’s ok. I’ll find Ginger. You just enjoy the baby snuggles,” she says with a wink.
Hudson comes striding over with a beaming and breathless Paige. “Anyone seen Hutch?” he asks, twirling Paige under his arm. “He promised this one the next dance.”
“Pop sent him out for more chairs. He should be back in a minute,” Hank offers.
“Oh, shit…” Wren starts before she trails off.
“What’s the matter?” I ask, tipping my head back to look up at her.
“I’m hoping they're not together,” she says, looking around with a crease to her brows.
I guffaw. “Hopefully not. She’ll likely kill him.”
She huffs out an amused sigh, while Hudson and Hank chuckle. “Absolutely, she will. I swear, they’re worse than you and Hudson.”
“Hey,” Hudson feigns offense, and I laugh .
“ We were friends, though. Ginger would sooner poke her eyes out than keep company with Hutch,” I remark with a soft smile at my husband.
“That’s what I’m worried about,” she says, but her face holds no real worry.
Ever since Hutch and Ginger met last summer, and both times they’ve seen each other since, all he does is give her shit, and all she does is bitch and moan at him. It’d actually be quite funny if Ginger didn't look like she wanted to kill him half of the time.
Just then, Hales appears, a grin stretching her face. “Can I steal that baby away from you?” she asks me.
Hudson nudges her. “Keep an eye on Paige for a few minutes so I can dance with my wife?”
She side-eyes Hudson, then reaches for the baby in my arms. “Hey, Paige, go get yourself another piece of cake,” Hayley quips, making Hudson laugh.
“She’s sleeping over at your place tonight,” he says as he takes my hand.
“Ok by me,” she returns and snuggles Amelia against her chest.
“Oh, thank God,” Wren says when she spots Ginger coming back in from outside. “I’ll be back, husband,” she says, throwing a flirty look at Hank. He snags her around the waist and kisses her deeply, Hazel sandwiched between them, before he lets her go.
She picks up the skirts of her dress, exposing her signature red Chuck Taylor’s as she scurries off toward Ginger.
Hudson leads me out on the dance floor, anchoring me against him with an arm around my waist and the other on my ass. He buries his nose in my hair and lets out a groan. “How long before we can sneak out?” he murmurs. “Your tits look fantastic, and I can’t wait to get you naked.”
“What about Paige?” I ask, kissing him softly on the mouth.
“Hales can take her home with her,” he says, kissing me back .
I pull back with a chuckle and cock a brow at him, watching the lights play over his handsome features. He really is insatiable. And I really, really love it. “You were serious about that?”
He looks around quickly, making sure no one is within earshot, then drops his voice, deep and sensual. “I never joke around when it comes to fucking my wife. And I do plan to fuck you, Finnley. All night long.”
His filthy words skate over the skin of my neck, setting every nerve ending on fire. My skin flushes and my heart rate speeds up, while a dull ache begins to pulse in my core.
Keeping one arm around his neck, I run a hand down his chest, and then cast a subtle glance around before slipping my hand down to his abs. He’s all warm, rigid muscle when I work a finger in between the buttons of his shirt to touch his skin.
I pull him down by the neck with my free hand and whisper in his ear. “I have an idea.”
“Yeah?” he murmurs, voice low and eyes filled with need.
“Come with me,” I say and grab his hand, leading him off the dance floor and in the opposite direction of the wedding festivities.
The music and chatter die down when we reach the dim light of Hank’s office at the back of the barn. I push him ahead of me, and once I’m inside, I shut the door, locking it behind me. When I turn to face Hudson, he’s leaned back against Hank’s desk, arms crossed over his chest and sexy smirk in place. My mouth waters at the veins in his forearms.
“Now what, baby?” he asks, his voice a raw husk.
It’s my turn to smirk as I close the distance between us. Pressing up on to my toes, I crush my lips to his, and he groans when my tongue darts out to taste him.
“Fuck, Finn, you taste so goddamn good,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Feel so goddamn good.” He presses his hips against mine, and I can feel how hard he already is as his hands roam to the back of my dress. “Turn around.”
I face away from him and his hands move to my zipper, tugging it down the slightest bit. I push my ass back against the bulge tenting the front of his slacks, before he gets too far, making him grunt.
“I thought we could try something new tonight,” I whisper as he sucks on my neck.
His hands freezing on my zipper. Realization hits him and my pussy clenches around nothing. I grind my hips back into him, his lips continuing to trail up my neck, sucking, and licking until he gets to my ear.
“You finally gonna let me fuck this virgin ass, baby?” he rasps out, the length of his cock sliding along the cheeks of my ass through my dress.
My answer comes out as a breathy moan. “Yes. God, yes.”
Hudson lets out another tortured groan, the sound making my nipples pucker and my panties so damn wet.
“You’re a filthy, little thing aren’t you, wife?” he says. “How the fuck am I supposed to go back out there knowing I’ll be buried balls deep inside this later?” He grabs my ass in one big palm and squeezes, making me whimper.
I turn in his arms and lift my eyes to his with a wicked smile. Then, I step back and work my panties over my hips and down my legs through the fabric of my dress. When they’re a puddle on the floor at my feet, I step out of them as I watch Hudson’s eyes gleam with lust.
“Well, first, you’re gonna put that pretty face between my thighs and make me come on your tongue,” I say, dragging a finger down his face.
He nods and I watch as his throat works over a swallow. I step around him and hoist myself up on the edge of the desk.
Once seated, I spread my thighs, exposing my aching pussy to him. His eyes take on a feral look. But before he can move, I reach up and grab his tie, yanking him forward to stand between my knees. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise and I grin at him .
My lips brush against his and my voice is low. “Now, be a good boy and get on your knees for me, Huddy. I want it messy. And if you do a good job, afterward, I’ll suck your cock.”
He immediately drops to his knees and pulls me to the edge of the desk, spreading my legs wide. My thighs firmly held in his grasp, his breath skitters over the damp flesh of my pussy. “Fuck yeah, pretty girl. I’m starved.”