Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Phoenix

M y arm shuddered as I hammered the long nails into the post. Sweat trickled down my spine in the warm summer air, a rare enough feat in Scotland.

The stables were almost complete, built to Laura's specification. No gates, it needed to be open to the ponies, so they could come and go as they pleased.

Months had passed since our encounter with Massimo, and life on the island was sweet. I'd handed over a load of money to have the new cottage built as quickly as possible, needing us to have a place to settle into together. To begin our new chapter.

The builders were finally gone, leaving us to indulge in one another without any witnesses.

The days were short, and the nights long, and with each passing day, I only fell deeper in love with Laura. Without her family's expectations, she flourished. She'd pulled me well into civilisation, getting our house fitted with satellite internet and a big assed TV. She'd also enrolled into multiple courses that interested her, cooking in Paris, sculpting in Italy and even writing at a little retreat in Cornwall. I'd gladly fly her to the ends of the earth to indulge any whim which took her.

Laura swiped her paint brush over the fence, using wood paint to weather seal the parts I'd finished. She'd piled her hair up on top of her head, and had on a pair of loose dungarees. Freckles smattered her nose where the sun had danced upon her cheeks.

The sight of her made my chest clench, even after the many months we'd spent together.

She shooed a chicken out of the way, laughing as it pecked at her shoes.

‘Maggie,' she laughed, waving her free hand above the chicken. ‘Honestly, these chickens are the most unruly bunch yet.'

‘Maybe we need a bigger hen house?' I said.

‘I think she just wants to get into the veggie patch, she's a bugger for going at the lettuce.' Laura pasted more paint onto the fence.

‘I'll bugger your lettuce,' I joked, winking at Laura when she rolled her eyes.

‘You can't bugger there anyway. That's an oxymoron.'

‘How about I try?' I said, dropping the hammer and moving over to my girl, looping an arm around her waist.

‘It's been a while…' she replied, her pupils dilating. She pressed her lips against my neck.

‘I'm clearly failing my husbandly duties,' I murmured, ‘If you need a good ass-fucking you need only ask…'

‘I prefer it when you demand.'

My dirty girl.

I was halfway to hard already, tipping her head back and sinking my teeth into her neck, her pulse beating against my tongue.

‘Not yet,' she moaned. She pulled away from me, putting the top on her paint can and wrapping foil around the wet end of the brush. ‘I have a surprise for you first.'

Taking me by the hand, she led me toward the cottage, in through the open patio doors to the bright and spacious kitchen diner.

‘What's this in aid of?' I asked.

Laura walked over to the pantry, before emerging with a decadent looking chocolate cake. ‘Happy birthday, Phoenix.'

The world shuddered to a halt, throwing me back to the last time anyone had mentioned my birthday. I'd been in the hospital burns unit. The sweet nurses had brought me a cupcake and some new books. I cried for two days. From then on, I hadn't cared to remember. Every forgotten birthday one less ache. I'd never had anyone to care about them after my family had passed. My uncle certainly never cared to buy me a gift or wish me a happy birthday.

‘How did you know it's my birthday?'

‘I wanted to know. It's important. I need to be able to celebrate you, like you did on my birthday.' Laura placed the cake on the counter, pushing a handful of brightly coloured candles into the top. I watched as she lit each one. Warmth filled my stomach at the sweet gesture.

‘Make a wish,' she said, gesturing to the cake.

I leaned down, blowing the candles out in one swift move. I didn't need to make a wish, I already had everything I needed .

‘Thank you.' I moved around the counter to pull her into my arms.

‘Wait, one more thing.' She practically skipped over to a drawer, and pulled out a garishly wrapped gift, the most colourful paper I'd ever seen. Joy pierced me at the giddiness in her eyes.

‘I hope you like it,' she muttered, pushing it into my hands.

The taped corners came away in my fingers, revealing a photo frame. The world ceased to turn for a moment as I stared at the picture in my hands. My eyes grew glassy as I pressed my fingers to the glass, running them over their faces.

The four of us were there, cuddled together, wind in our hair and smiles plastered over our faces. Mum's arm was outstretched, holding the camera. It threw me right back to the day by the seaside, we'd eaten sandwiches on the shore, picking errant bits of sand from their edges. May and I had run from the waves, our laughter filling the air despite the cold and windy day.

Laura had given me more than just a photo. She'd given me their faces back. They'd blurred over time, the details becoming foggy. And sweet little May. Her intact cheeks, the bright, silly smile. Safe. Happy.

Fuck. My fingers shook and Laura wrapped hers around them, steadying me.

‘It's perfect,' I whispered. ‘How did you find it?'

‘I hope you don't mind, but I looked up the accident. It's the image the papers were using. I traced it down, and there was a copy in an old box in their storage room.'

I couldn't stop staring, memorising every line of their faces.

‘There's more. They had an address for a woman, your father's mother. I looked into it, and she's still alive. I have her number if you decide you'd like it.'

My brow creased. Until a vague picture of a woman clicked into place. Devon Granny. We'd only seen her sporadically, and I'd lost all contact when my Uncle took me off grid. She was still alive?

‘You're amazing,' I whispered.

‘You might even have more family. Cousins, aunts, uncles. I don't know for sure, but I'll stand right beside you if you want to meet them.' Laura took the picture and placed it onto the counter, wrapping her arms around my neck.

‘I don't deserve you,' I whispered into her hair.

‘But you're stuck with me anyway.'

Laura

‘ I s it just me, or is Muffin getting kind of fat?' I asked, looking at Muffin's widening stomach.

Phoenix looked up from the fire he was busy stoking, the ring of rocks containing it. He cocked his head before grinning.

‘Did you ever check that Muffin was a boy?'

I stammered, had I ever checked? How had I even decided it was a he?

‘I don't know. '

Phoenix let out a laugh, the fire glinting in his eyes. ‘Seems like Muffin's been getting some stuffin'.'

‘Phoenix,' I groaned, pushing against him. ‘You think he… or she I guess… is having a baby?'

‘Well, the wild ponies have been here forever, occasionally they do make a new one.'

Excitement filled me. A foal! We were going to have a foal.

‘I hope your face is that excited when I put a baby in you,' Phoenix's voice dropped to a heated growl, his eyes darkening in the firelight. He reached over and grabbed a handful of rope. My insides flipped and I crossed my wrists over, holding them out.

‘Are we starting now?' I asked, teasing him as he wrapped a loop of rope around my wrists.

‘Doesn't hurt to practice.'

A sharp tug on the rope had me like putty in his hands. It had been a little while since we'd played like that, we were so lost in building and decorating that when we eventually crashed into bed it was all about satisfaction, not teasing.

‘What are you going to do with me?' I asked, making my voice sound coy.

‘I'm going to bend you over that fence and fuck some babies into your pretty cunt, my love.'

My body clenched in response to his heated words. While I wasn't quite ready for babies and the chaos they brought, I loved when he got all possessive, telling me he was going to put them in me anyway.

‘I'm going to use you like a little pet ready to be bred, who will take my dick with a smile and a thank you.' Phoenix let out a little groan at the end of his sentence, pushing his hand up under my skirt and touching me with feral abandon.

‘Yes, Sir,' I moaned, grinding myself against his skilled fingers.

His expression deepened at the word Sir, something feral filling his eyes.

Picking me up, he tossed me over his shoulder, the rope dragging at his feet as he stalked over to the fence.

Within seconds he had me over the rough wood, my hands tied to the bottom fence post on the opposite side to my legs.

Kicking my legs wide, he looped the rope around them too, restricting my movement entirely.

My hair fell over my face and I let out a needy moan when he lifted my dress and dragged my panties down as far as they'd go with the way my legs were splayed wide.

There was no warm up, no tenderness as he plunged two fingers deep inside me.

‘Fuck,' I groaned, wanting to push back against him, needing more. The ropes held me utterly immobile.

‘Trussed up like a farm animal ready to be bred. Shall I fill your pretty pink cunt with cum, my love?'

‘Please?' I begged, feeling the way his fingers slid into me without any friction, I knew I was already sodden for him.

The sound of his zipper gave me butterflies, even after the months we'd spent together, I never got bored of him. He forever found ways to make my heart, and my pussy, flutter for him.

He removed his fingers, replacing them with the head of his cock. I trembled as I waited for that delightful first stretch around him.

‘Phoenix,' I whined, trying to wriggle backwards when he made me wait.

‘What happened to Sir?' He asked, landing one hard slap against my ass.

‘Oh!' The sharp smack took my breath away, and that was the moment he gripped my hips and slid a tiny bit further into me. It was sheer bloody torture. He slid just enough to make me moan, but not enough to satisfy me.

‘What's wrong Laura? Need more of this cock? Is your hungry little cunt so desperate to be filled?'

‘Yes,' I whimpered. ‘I need it.'

‘I know you do.'

He slammed into me, ramming the breath right from my lungs. The sudden invasion made my legs quake, and I panted as he remained there, fully seated inside me, stretching me mercilessly.

‘You look so delicious spread around my dick, your pussy lips all wet and gleaming and red with desire. This, right here, is the only place I ever need to be, cock deep in my girl.'

‘Yes, Sir,' I moaned.

My hips rammed against the fence post as he fucked me in earnest, pulling out to the tip before sliding back home. Every deep thrust pulled a squeal from my lips at the harshness of the thrusts.

‘A rough fuck is what my pet needs, isn't it? Not nice lovemaking. Bent over and taken like a proper little slut.'

‘Yes!' I cried between thrusts, my voice practically a yelp.

‘Always ready to take every inch. And once I'm done pumping you full of hot cum, I'll come around to the other side of the fence and let you wash your cunt off of me with your tongue before fucking you all over again. I wonder how many times I can fill you before the sunrises? How much you'll take for me.'

I'd take it all. Everything he had to give. Because despite his degrading words, I knew the depth of his adoration for me. Knew that before the sun rose he'd wring orgasm after sweet orgasm from my body. He'd make me see both the heavens and beg from the pits of hell, and after, he'd wrap me in his arms and show me his love.

His fingers found their way around my hips and to the centre of my pleasure, twisting and teasing along with the wild slap of his hips against my ass.

He pushed me over the edge, caressing an earth-shattering orgasm from me while filling me with ropes of hot cum. My cries filled the night air, his puffs of breath warming my back. His thrusts slowed until he slid out of me, his fingers rubbing idly against me until the last shudders of pleasure quaked.

Catching my breath, I waited as he walked around to the other side of the fence, crouching down beside me and capturing my lips in a harsh kiss.

‘I fucking love the very arse off of you,' he whispered. ‘You were such a good girl, took me ever so well.'

‘I love you too,' I sighed, happiness filling my sex addled mind.

‘We're not done yet though, are we?' Phoenix crooned.

I shook my head and opened my mouth, ready to drive him to the point where he'd need to fuck me again.

And again.

And again.

Forever more .