Epilogue

We’re not callingeach other husbands yet—at least, not often. After what we went through to get the Cider Festival off the ground, it was way too soon to plan our own freaking wedding.

But that’s okay. Together, with the legalities out of the way, we have all the time in the world, and all the world to explore.

And that starts here in our own bed, in the beautiful orchard cabin we’ve made our home. We’ve spent a lot of time right here, these past few months. But there’s always new frontiers left to explore.

“Yes!” I grunt, pressing my forehead into the pillow as I spread my knees a little wider.

“That’s it,” Kieran breathes out. “That’s it, my love. You’re doing so well.”

I groan, my head spinning as I reach back, groping blindly behind myself until I grab the hair at the back of his head. Then, I tangle my fingers in it until his scalp pulls taut.

“Don’t compliment me,” I growl. “Just fuck me.”

Kieran’s laugh turns into a moan as I tighten my fingers in his hair, and then he pants in my ear and redoubles his pace.

It’s taken me a while to get here.

Ironically, I’m not sure I have the patience to do this all the time… but I’m finally starting to see why Kieran likes this so much. And besides, I like to make sure he has enough outlets for that bossy little attitude of his. When he gets in that mode, most of the time, he just wants me to take away any reason for him to need to think at all.

But every now and then, I like to indulge him. Because, as far as I’m concerned, every single part of him is perfect... and some of those parts are hot as hell.

Kieran moans in pleasure, nuzzling my shoulder as he drives into me as hard as he can. “Gage…!”

Just in time, I reach below myself for a few final strokes, and then we’re arching together, tumbling over that now-familiar edge, collapsing into the afterglow still panting and laughing and holding each other until words return.

“I love you,” I breathe out when they finally do. And then I peek through my eyelids, grinning at the sight of him nestling down into my chest. “Now… it’s your turn to get me a washcloth, husband of mine.”

Kieran cracks an eyelid to peek at me, and then he snickers. “I didn’t think I’d get away with that,” he admits, pushing himself gently away from me to stand up. “One washcloth, coming right up, sir. Is there anything else?” he asks, pausing in the doorway. He doesn’t need to wait there to hear me, though. The place is small enough.

“Yeah,” I murmur, rolling onto my back in the morning sun. I casually stretch, and then I lace my hands behind my head. “Toast tits.”

The sound of Kieran’s laugh makes me grin with satisfaction as I close my eyes.

My husband and I may not be perfect… but a life together? That sounds about as close as I’ll ever get.

God, I love him more than I could have ever dreamed.

I can’t wait to marry him in front of our friends and family, in the wedding of our dreams. The one thing we know for sure—apart from who the grooms are—is where it will be. Under the veteran apple trees, overlooking the neat rows of newly-planted trees, of course.

One day, I’ve even promised Kieran to find a way to grow apples as bright pink as his hair.

When Kieran reappears with a washcloth, he tosses it from the doorway for me to catch. “A little manual labour is all right sometimes,” he tells me, still clearly out of breath. “But I’ll leave the rest of it to you.”

I can’t help but laugh right along with him. “Gladly, my love. Anything you need, anything you could ever want… it’s yours, sunshine.”

Don’t miss book four of the Sunrise Island Brothers.