Epilogue

Carver

F ive Years Later

I'm mid-swing when the sharp chirp of my phone slices through the frigid mountain air, interrupting my rhythm. I pause, axe hanging in the air, and whip it out of my pocket, a smile already on my lips.

It only grows when I see Lena's text.

Little Girl: Hide and Seek

My body reacts instantly, my cock turning to fucking stone. The hunger is familiar, the ache so deep it's part of me now, etched into my fucking core.

It's been five goddamn years since I walked into this cabin and discovered an angel. Five years, and not a day goes by that she doesn't light me up, twist me around her little finger, and keep me hard and wanting.

She's my wife, the most incredible mother to our kids, and my peace that runs bone deep now. And she's all mine. Every curvy inch, every soft giggle, every bratty word—mine. She's still my perfect little girl, and I'm her daddy. That won't ever fucking change.

We're filthy in a way that never gets old, uninhibited and honest in our games. Every moment with her is fucking perfection. We live in Nashville with the kids, an ordinary couple in a city of stars. But out here, away from the world, we play out every dark fantasy, every dirty desire.

The axe clatters against the wood as I toss it aside, eager to get to her. I jog around the side of the cabin, spotting her minivan parked beside my SUV. My cock throbs in anticipation.

My boots thunder against the wooden steps, the porch protesting under my weight as I storm inside, seeking her out.

She doesn't make it hard to find her. She's sprawled across our bed, wearing nothing but a pair of pink cotton panties and a smile…just waiting to be caught. Waiting to be claimed.

She pretends not to notice me until I flip her onto her back, forcing her to see me. There's nothing gentle about the kiss I plant on her lips as she arches up to meet me.

"Daddy!" she squeals as if she hasn't seen me in days. Her arms and legs tangle around me, pulling me down into her orbit, exactly where I belong. "You found me!"

"Fuck yeah," I rasp against her sugar-coated lips, running my rough hands all over her perfect body. She's gotten softer over the years, sweeter. She's carried three of my babies, her body growing and changing to protect and nourish them. I worship every new mark on her, revel in them and the stories they tell. "Now, I get to play with you, pretty baby."

"Yay," she whispers, her breath hitching with every touch.

I lick a trail down her quivering body, tongue flicking out to taste her skin. Goddamn, I crave that sweetness like nothing else. It's part of me now, too.

She writhes beneath me, panting as I drag my lips down her lower belly, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties.

"You made a mess in these again, pretty baby," I murmur. "They're going to have to go."

"Please, Daddy," she moans, arching eagerly beneath me, thighs spread and quivering as I tug them down and toss them aside.

"Little angel," I groan, staring at her perfect cunt—pink and wet, begging for my mouth. "I'm going to have to clean this little thing up. I can't leave you all wet like this."

She sobs her agreement, pushing at my shoulders.

I blow a hot breath across her pretty little clit, making her gasp and shudder, and then lower my mouth to her, licking from top to bottom. The world narrows down to the sticky heat of her, the sweet flavor of her pussy.

Her hands tangle in my hair, urging me closer. Her hips lift off the bed, grinding against my face.

"Daddy… oh God, Daddy!" The way she says my name—goddamn, I love it. Her body tightens, clenches, and then she shatters, coming apart as waves of ecstasy crash through her.

I watch it take her, watch her ride it out, so fucking beautiful, so fucking sweet.

"I want you in me, Daddy," she whimpers, still shaking in the throes of her orgasm as I rise above her. "Please."

My cock throbs at her sweet plea. She knows exactly how to break me. Hearing her beg for my cock does it every damn time.

I tear at the fly of my jeans, dragging my cock out as I pull her toward the edge of the bed.

"Fuck, Lena," I rasp, positioning myself at her entrance. "You want Daddy's dick?"

"Yes," she sobs. "Put it in me, Daddy."

I thrust into her, hard and deep. "Fuck," I groan as her heat engulfs me, consuming me in the best fucking way possible. "Little girl." I thrust again, and her nails sink into my flesh as she cries out. "You can have whatever you want."

"So good, Daddy," she moans, arching beneath me. "Don't stop. Please don't ever stop."

I watch her, her flushed face, her lips parted, eyes glassy with pleasure as I pump into her. She's in heaven on my cock, just like always. And goddamn, if the sight isn't addictive.

"You're beautiful when you're begging Daddy to fuck you, little girl," I growl against her ear, desperately trying to hold back.

Her response is a whimper, a plea for release that sends shivers down my spine straight to my cock.

I kiss down the column of her throat, sucking on the sensitive skin that never fails to make her squirm. She gasps, clenching around me as I slam into her over and over.

She's so close, right there on the edge.

"What happens when good little girls beg Daddy to fuck them?" I ask, drawing one of her hard little nipples into my mouth and biting down.

She gasps, her body convulsing beneath me. "They get… they get…"

"They get a baby in their belly, Lena."

"Daddy!" she screams as I plunge myself into her one last time, searing pleasure tearing through me as she shatters around me.

I bury my face in her throat, groaning as I spill into her, praying to God I get her pregnant again. We both know she wants it. She's been begging for it for weeks now.

Goddamn . She feels like heaven. No, she is heaven, the sweetest little spot on earth. And she's mine.

"Mine," I pant against her neck, branding her with my words, my seed, my everything. "Always fucking mine."

"Yours," she whispers back, the sweetest word ever spoken. "All yours."