Epilogue

SEVEN MONTHS LATER

"Trick or treat!" Wren chirps, bouncing Zaiden on her hip.

"Oh my goodness!" Isa coo's. "Aren't you the cutest wolf in the world?"

Zaiden squeals with innocent delight and reaches his chubby little hands toward Isa, wanting her to hold him. Taking him in her arms, she sways him back and forth as Rocco comes to stand by her side.

"Well, if this isn't a sight," Rocco goads, snapping one of my suspenders. "Plaid looks good on you, cousin."

"Be glad the ax isn't real," I grumble.

"Bowie," Wren admonishes, slapping the back of her palm into my chest.

I snatch her hand, bringing it to my lips and kissing her fingers. Her luscious lips curve up into a smile that squeezes my heart. Yeah, she's got me pussy-whipped. Why else would I be dressed as a goddamn lumberjack? We only went to a small trunk-or-treat at the library, but Wren insisted on going all out on family costumes to make our son's first Halloween special. But I mean, the kid's six months old; he doesn't give a shit if he goes out in a matching costume or none at all. As long as he gets a tit at the end of the night he's happy.

Like father, like son.

"You off to your parents'?" Rocco asks.

"After we finish here we will be. Wren wants to stop by-"

A discontent cry pierces the air, interrupting me as Zaiden's face twists in a pout. Wren reaches out for him, pressing a kiss to his forehead as she soothes him.

"It's getting late for him, we should keep moving," Wren says, gently stroking the dark hair on his head.

"Okay, we'll see you guys later!" Isa calls out, stepping back and closing the door.

Wren pivots on her heels, her red cloak swooshing as she heads toward the elevator. It took every last bit of restraint not to tear that sinfully short costume off her body and fuck her over the arm of the couch. I give my thickening cock a squeeze through the denim and readjust as I follow behind.

My heart swells with happiness as I watch Wren's face light up animatedly as she talks to Zaiden. I thought her being pregnant with my kid was a turn-on, but watching her as a mother makes my beast feral with desire.

The elevator dings, and we step into the hall where some of the guys in my inner circle live. Wren's thigh-high heeled boots click against the tile as she approaches Dallas' door. She barely has a chance to ring the doorbell before Drea flings the door open and starts gushing about Zaiden's costume.

"Damn, bitch. You look SO good!" Drea praises Wren, twisting around to Dallas. "Doesn't she look great, babe?"

"Don't fucking answer that," I say through gritted teeth.

Dallas raises his hands in surrender. "Wasn't going to touch that one."

"Oh, get over yourself," Drea scoffs, rolling her eyes. "I'm saying that she's hot, especially after giving birth to your giant ass kid."

"Hey!" Wren interjects, "He was healthy, not giant!"

I sling an arm around Wren's shoulders, tucking her into my side and kissing the top of her head. "Exactly, Passerotta. A healthy baby. Couldn't have asked for anything more."

After the hell Wren went through with Allen and Belluci, it was nothing short of a goddamn miracle she didn't have complications during childbirth. I would never give Drea the satisfaction of being right, but the kid was fucking huge. He was just over nine pounds, and with her tiny stature, she was borderline for a c-section.

"You guys are so sappy, it's gross and adorable at the same time," Drea laughs, shaking her head.

The girls talk a little longer, and as much as Drea gets under my skin, I'm glad Wren has someone like her in her corner. And having her downstairs is equal parts convenient and annoying.

"You got a handle on the poker game tonight?" I ask Dallas.

"Yup. Rhodes and I will head over in about an hour and get things set up," he answers, leaning against the door frame.

"Thanks. If you have any problems, call Rocco. I'm going to be offline."

Dallas quirks a brow at me and an impish grin spreads across my face.

Zaiden is staying with my parents tonight. It'll be the first time I've had Wren to myself since he was born, and I can't wait to fuck her senseless. When you go from fucking damn-near every day to being on a six-week hold, it's a cruel form of torture. Sure, we've had sex since she was cleared, but with a baby in the house, we've had to get creative and fast.

Quickies in the car, or in my office over lunch have been the go-to. Anytime we're in the house, the little cockblocker cries just as I'm about to blow. You'd think that'd turn me off on wanting more, but I damn well meant it when I said I wanted to keep her pregnant. It's ironic how quickly I went from not wanting a wife or kids to wanting the whole fucking deluxe package with Wren.

"Ready?" Wren asks, shifting a drowsy Zaiden to her shoulder.

His hazel eyes mirror mine as his face scrunches up and he starts to cry.

"What's wrong, big guy?" I rub gentle circles on his back.

Pushing back, he leans sideways in Wren's hold to get to me. "Oh, you want daddy? Come here then."

I raise him up high, the hood of his wolf onesie flopping over his head as I swoop him down and kiss his cheek. "Let's get you to your grandparents."

He babbles, rolling his head against my shoulder as we take the elevator to the parking garage. Zaiden yawns as I buckle him into the car seat in the Escalade, Wren handing me his diaper bag to put on the floorboard. I hold open the passenger door next, offering Wren my hand. Placing her palm in mine, she shoots me a titillating gaze. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to get some tonight."

"Oh, Passerotta, I'm always trying to get some from you." I swat her ass, earning a yelp.

That sweet blush I love so much spreads across her creamy skin as she takes a seat and I buckle her in. Closing her door, I round the hood, slide into the driver's seat, and throw the SUV in drive. The sooner we get to my parents, the sooner I can have her flushed and shattering beneath me.

The low hum of the tires and vibrations of the car have Zaiden fast asleep before we're even out of downtown. Eager as ever for their first sleepover, my parents are waiting on the front steps when we pull up. I've never seen my Ma's face light up or heard my dad's voice be so soft as when they are in grandparent mode. They spoil the little shit more than we do.

We've barely merged onto the highway when Wren's twisting in her seat and popping the button on my jeans.

"What're you doing?" I rasp as she wraps her lithe fingers around my half-hard cock and starts to stroke it.

She shrugs a shoulder and tightens her grip, and I let out a groan as she rolls her thumb over my tip, smearing the bead of precum over the head. Leaning over the center console, she drags her tongue up the full length of my shaft.

"Shit," I hiss as she sucks me into her mouth.

As she starts to bob up and down, I thread my hand into her blonde locks, cupping the base of her skull.

Wren pops up, spit stringing from her chin as she slaps my hand away. "I'm running point on this one, hands on the wheel or I'm hanging with Drea tonight."

It's an empty threat- she's just as eager for a night alone as I am- but I'll willingly play her game. There isn't a fucking thing I wouldn't do for her.

Moving my hand back to the wheel, I curl my fingers around the leather as Wren swallows me whole. Her tongue swirls around each barbell as she suctions her cheeks. Her hand chases her mouth, working every last inch of my cock in perfect tandem. I slap my palm against the steering wheel as the familiar tingle starts at the base of my spine, my stomach knotting as my orgasm builds. My quads flex and just as I'm about to come, Wren breaks contact and leans back in her seat, wiping her chin.

What in the actual fuck.

"Wren?" I chide.

"Hmm?"

With one hand, I gesture to my fully hard dick on display and raise my brows.

"Oh, you want me to keep going?" she muses coyly, circling my length and starting to pump. "Like this?"

I stifle a moan as she leans over, her mouth pulling me in as she bobs in my lap. It feels so good the way she teases the piercings and traces the tip. Wren gives head like a damn pro, and it doesn't take long before my balls are tightening once more. But then she stops, tilting her face up at me. She bats her lashes, slowly sliding up my dick, and places a chaste kiss to the head. "Looks like we're home."

She tucks my painfully hard cock back into my boxer-briefs and buttons my jeans as I turn into the parking garage. My heart pulses in my ears, the muscle in my jaw tensing as realization slams into me. The little minx fucking edged me on purpose.

Shifting the Escalade into park, I shove open my door, boots thudding against the concrete as I march to her side. She's sliding out of her seat, a sly smile playing at her lips as she eyes me. "Uh-oh, am I in trouble?"

"Damn fucking straight you are," I huff, bending at the waist and looping an arm around her thighs as I hoist her over my shoulder.

Her laughter reverberates through the garage as I stride towards the elevator. "You think you're funny, don't you, Passerotta?" I murmur as I swipe my key and punch the button for the penthouse level.

"No," she says, voice still bubbly with laughter. "Just making sure I got what I wanted."

THWACK!

She shrieks as my palm splays against her round ass, rubbing circles over the offended area.

It's no secret Wren likes it rough in the bedroom, and I love being the one she surrenders control to. Ever since that first night in my office, the chemistry between us has always been so strong, not even Walter White would know what to do with it. I can't believe I ever tried to push her away. Everything about her is all consuming, like hellfire raining down on earth. And I'd happily stoke the flames to keep her burning brighter.

The elevator dings, doors opening to our floor and I waste no time stalking down the hall and tossing her onto the bed.

"Strip," I command, toeing off my boots and pulling at the suspenders.

Her baby blues swirl with lust as she unlaces the black corset and tugs the dress off over her head. She works off her boots as I shed the flannel and denim, grabbing one of the suspenders from the floor.

"Sit on your knees, arms behind your back."

She does as she's told, and I snap the suspender against her ass cheek, eliciting a salacious cry. It's music to my ears, and I plan to have her hoarse and unable to walk by the time the night's over. I press a kiss to the raised pink flesh before fisting my cock and stepping back.

This position has her back arching, breasts pushing forward. Stroking my chin, I take a moment to admire the way Wren's perfect tits rise and fall with each tremor of breath, and fuck me if the the sight doesn't cause a visceral reaction.

The mattress dips as I crawl behind her, dragging my tongue up the slender column of her neck and nipping at her earlobe. "Tell me what you want, Passerotta," I purr.

"Fuck me, Bowie, " her voice trembles with desire. "Hard."

Banding an arm around her waist, I cup her pussy, dick twitching against her bound hands as her mouth rounds in an 'o'. I drive two thick digits in and out of her, her neck arching back, head resting on my shoulder as she pants "I want you inside me."

I withdraw my hand, shove her shoulder down to the bed, and pull her ass up in the air, lining the head of my cock up at her drenched center. My fingers dig into her hips bruisingly hard as they snap forward, burying myself deep in her soaked cunt. I draw back slowly, circling my hips as she mewls into the blanket. Without warning, I slam my hips flush against her ass, fusing our bodies together in one motion.

It isn't long before our orgasms come barreling toward us like a freight train gone off the rails and I fold over her, filling her with my hot release as she sings out in rapture. A sheen of sweat coats her skin as I rock back, easing myself out and undoing the restraints. Dropping to my side, I pull her boneless form against mine, relishing in the perfect way her body molds with mine.

"I love you," she says with a sated sigh.

"I love you too, Passerotta."

We fall asleep like that, slotted together like two halves of a whole.

Over the last year, Wren cemented herself in my heart, giving me what I thought I never wanted and shifting my priorities. While the outfit is la famiglia, Wren and Zaiden are my family, and I will do whatever it takes to keep them happy and safe.

Sempre per la famiglia.

THE END.