Epilogue

EPILOGUE

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M y husband was Mr. March.

The Rosewood Ridge Volunteer Fire Department had done a calendar with twelve of their most handsome firefighters. Well, the ones who would agree to do it, anyway.

Like many of them, Grayson was hesitant, but they talked him into it. And his picture had been one of the most unique. He'd posed wearing only an apron and his fireman's helmet while holding a spatula and dish of his famous lasagna.

The sound of a key in the front door had me slapping the calendar shut and setting it on the island with the rest of the mail. I felt naughty for looking at it. Maybe because it had made me so wet.

He burst in with a big smile on his face. He wasn't in his firefighter uniform, but his T-shirt, jeans, and work boots turned me on too. Knowing he'd been working hard, those muscles flexing as he hammered and sawed things…

"Whoa," he said, his eyes widening when he saw me.

He shut the door behind him and stood looking at me. We'd moved into his cabin after getting married, but when our daughter, Kai, was close to being born, we'd upsized to a cabin up the mountain a little ways.

"The kids are at my dad's," I said, coming around the island to give him a better view of what I was wearing.

We had this whole place to ourselves tonight. It would be nice to be able to have sex without having to worry about being overheard for a change.

"Is that your Halloween costume?" he asked.

Halloween was still two weeks away, and I had no plans to wear this when we took our little one trick-or-treating in the Sugarplum Farms neighborhood with all the other parents. But I was shopping for Kai's costume and found this and had to grab it.

"No, this one's just for you," I said. "Do you like it?"

I put a hand on one hip and posed similarly to the woman on the packaging. The costume had been made for a curvy woman, but it still struggled to contain my triple Ds. They'd gotten even bigger after pregnancy. I wondered if a second child would make them too big, but Grayson had no complaints.

"Like it?" He tossed his keys toward the couch and came toward me. "I can't think of anything better to come home to after a long day of work."

He pulled me against him, and I felt his rock-hard bulge against my thigh. The skirt of this sexy firefighter costume barely covered my pussy, probably because my curves were so ample.

Grayson's hands went straight to my ass cheeks, where he discovered I wore no panties. I ground against his erection as he captured my mouth in a long, hungry kiss.

I was turned on. So, so turned on. I'd been standing here wearing no panties while looking at his picture. I'd even considered bringing myself to orgasm once before he arrived. If he'd taken too much longer, that was exactly what would have happened.

I was trying to work out a way to get to the fastening of his jeans so I could free his cock when he did something that surprised me. He stepped back and put a hand on each of my hips, lifting me onto the island. Then he knelt between my legs and slid a finger inside me as his tongue went straight to my clit.

No foreplay, no teasing. He must have sensed how long I'd been getting amped up for this. I leaned back, propping myself on my palms, head tilted toward the ceiling, and closed my eyes.

He knew exactly how to make me come, but he drew it out a little, knowing how I liked things. I made plenty of noise, knowing that I didn't have to worry about anyone overhearing. These houses were well insulated and our nearest neighbor was a good half acre away. We could make all the noise we wanted.

"Oh fuck," I said. "Yes! That feels so good. I'm going to come."

When I was finished, I moved away from him slightly, letting him know it was his turn. Then I wiggled off the counter and did what I'd initially been planning, going straight for his fastening.

As I worked to unbutton his jeans, Grayson removed his T-shirt, his jaw clenched, his eyes intense. As I shoved his pants and underwear down, I saw how hard he was for me. Probably the second he saw me in this getup, he got hard. I knew my husband well enough to know that.

I began stroking him as I knelt, then took him in my mouth. My left hand tugged down the bodice of my dress, freeing one breast. He liked to watch me touch myself.

I ran my finger over my nipple, and he let out a groan. I took him in as deep as I could, but he was so big I had to use my hand too. I looked up at him and found him watching me, his chest rising and falling at the sight beneath him. That was when I moved my hand between my legs and began rubbing my clit.

"Oh, fuck," he said. "I'm going to come if you don't stop."

I did just that, pushing myself to my feet. He tugged the other side of my bodice down until my right breast was showing too.

I thought he'd turn me around and fuck me from behind, but it didn't surprise me when he lifted me up on the island again. He liked to see my face when we made love, and I loved watching him too.

He shoved my skirt up and stared down at me as he began rubbing my clit with his thumb. My lids got too heavy to watch. There was something sexy about seeing him touching that part of my body.

A couple of minutes later, he buried himself deep inside me—so deep, I cried out as it sent warmth through my body. He didn't stop touching me, though. I propped myself up with my palms as I'd done earlier and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations as my body once again made that slow, steady climb toward orgasm.

Grayson drew it out, even though I knew he was having a tough time holding out. But it was worth it. Soon enough, it all got to me. The sound of our bodies slapping together, his deep breathing, his occasional moan combined with my own sounds…

"Oh shit," I said. "I'm going to come. I'm coming. Oh yes, don't stop."

It was rare that we came at exactly the same time, but tonight it happened. I was in the middle of my orgasm when I heard him cry out, uttering a string of profanities and my name. And that only intensified my orgasm.

It seemed to last for hours, even though I was sure it was only a few seconds. But when it was done, I felt better than I had in a long time. I breathed easier and my blood seemed to flow better. Yes, we definitely needed to take Kai to her grandpa's house more often.

"Holy hell," Grayson said as he pulled out and looked at me. "That costume is hot."

I looked down and readjusted the bodice. "I'll leave it on during dinner."

He pulled up his pants and underwear. "Let me get washed up, and I'll cook something up for us."

"Nope." I shook my head and pointed toward the oven. "I picked up pizzas. They're warming right now. You're getting a night off."

Grayson cooked almost every night, so part of his surprise tonight was that I had dinner ready for him when he arrived. But he looked confused.

"It's not our anniversary, is it?" he asked.

I laughed. "We celebrated that last week, remember?"

We included Kai in the celebration, but we had our own quiet celebration once she was in bed. It was a nice break in the week.

I was still a technical writer, but I was a freelancer now. Instead of dealing with a tough boss, I had clients I could fire if they got too difficult. That also meant I could set my own hours.

And Grayson worked construction. He was obviously still a volunteer firefighter, but luckily, the calls were pretty routine. He never had to run into a burning building, and that was a relief.

"Let me go get washed up, and I'll be out," he said.

I looked down. "I could change too."

"No way," he said. "Well, unless you really want to. But I want to fuck you in that outfit at least a couple more times before the night's over."

I smiled. I had a feeling this costume would be a good idea. The short skirt. The suspenders. The top that dipped down to show an X-rated amount of cleavage. I could never wear this for Halloween, but that was okay.

But instead of heading toward the bedroom, he came toward me and pulled me against him. "I love the hell out of you," he said, looking down at me with a smile.

He knew how I'd been about profanity when we first met. He'd even offered to temper his language. But I'd insisted he remain true to who he was. Besides, I liked that rugged side of him. I'd been a good girl long enough. I was making up for lost time.

As Grayson headed to the bedroom to shower and change into a clean outfit, I sashayed into the kitchen and grabbed plates to set the table. I was a very lucky woman. And all because I nearly burned down my dad's cabin. Who would have thought that would have led to lifelong love?

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