Epilogue

Bethany

It had been almost seven months since Coyote was discharged from the hospital. True to form, he'd persuaded the doctor to let him out early, with promises not to do anything silly. He's a very active person and had bounced back from his injuries more quickly than I ever thought possible. Though I made sure he took it easy for a while, that meant he had to get help at the auto repair shop as heavy lifting was out for a few months, but he grumblingly conceded. Heavy lifting might have been off the table, but my man sure found other ways to work out. I stood in our kitchen, rubbing one hand over my baby bump as I watched him cut firewood for the fireplace and smiled to myself. The pregnancy was unplanned, pretty much like Nessa's, but we were both over the moon.

Watching his muscles ripple as he heaved that axe over his head and brought it down, splintering the logs was my new favorite thing. A few weeks ago, I'd mentioned how romantic fireplaces were, and he'd immediately set about cleaning the chimney and making sure it was ready for use. When he stopped to bring the edge of his t-shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face, his tight abs were in full display. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, but I couldn't get enough of him. Seeing him like this had always turned me on, but today this man was making my clit tingle.

A familiar feminine voice drifted from the other side of the room. "You wouldn't happen to be perving on my brother, would you Bethany?"

I spun around so fast my coffee sloshed around in my cup to see Callie standing in the doorway with a rueful grin on her face.

"Yes. I mean no, of course not," I stammered, embarrassed to be blatantly caught in the act.

"Tell the truth," she teased.

I smothered back a smile and took another sip of my coffee before admitting, "Maybe. He's the best thing in my world other than Nessa."

Callie smiled, then quickly turned to the doorway as a gruff voice muttered, "Well, I'll be sure to let him know you like eye fucking him when he's hot and sweaty."

I almost spat my coffee out as Breaker walked into the room with a smirk on his face.

Callie reached out and poked her husband in the ribs. "Stop embarrassing my brother's old lady."

"Luckily I'm pretty unshakable," I grinned gamely.

"Well, knowing my little bro, that's probably for the best," she said with a laugh. Glancing up at Breaker, she continued, "We just wanted to let you know we have Nessa's bag packed in the car, we've sent her to the potty and walked Ruby so there shouldn't be any accidents on the way."

"That means we're ready to take off. You and Coyote will be here all by yourself, so you can get back to eye fucking your man without worrying about anyone intruding and teasing the fuck outta you over it," Breaker said.

Unsure exactly how to respond to his bold statement, I murmured, "Thank you both for keeping Nessa for the weekend. She hasn't been on a solo adventure for a few weeks, so she's really eager. And we're grateful to have some time where it's just the two of us, in a few more months we'll both have our hands full with the new baby."

Callie grinned. "Tell me about it, we're always pleased for the occasional weekend alone when the kids stay at my mom's, or with you and Coyote. Anyway, we're delighted to have Nessa. She's always so well behaved, and her cousins love her."

"Well in her defense, she hasn't really figured out the thrills of acting out quite yet. I'm sure she'll turn out to be a handful when that happens."

"Like we care," Breaker interjected. "We have corners at our house too and I'm not afraid to use them for time outs."

"Well, you have my permission," I replied, knowing that out of all the people in our lives, Callie and Breaker spoil her the most.

I walked them to the door and watched as Nessa ran towards Coyote and threw her arms around one of his legs. He stooped down and picked her up, swinging her around in his arms, "Stinky Daddy!" she said with a giggle.

"Daddy's been chopping wood, so Mommy doesn't get cold tonight. It's not stink, it's hard work," he said, as he gave her a kiss on the forehead. He put her down and she waved at us, then skipped happily over to Callie's car with Ruby hot on her heels.

Breaker strapped her in her the car safety seat, and then went around to put Ruby in her carrier. I swear these two people were so nice to us that I couldn't help but love them. In fact, Callie and I were becoming good friends. I know Coyote and I weren't married, but I would be happy to call both of them brother and sister-in-law.

Marriage was something we had yet to talk about, what with my abduction, Coyote's injuries, the recuperation, organizing Reggie and Thomas' wedding—which had been a fabulous affair—we'd barely had time to take a breath over the past six months. And then I found out I was expecting. They say that good things come to those who wait, Coyote and I had waited enough for us to get back together, so I knew that one day we'd make it official, so it honestly wasn't on my radar.

Since the day was winding down, I pottered around the house, straightening up and starting dinner. Tonight, I was making Coyote's favorite, pastelón, a Puerto Rican dish that his grandmother used to cook. It was a bit like lasagna, but with layers of sweet plantains encasing the meat sauce and cheese. I'd gotten the recipe from Callie and had been dying to try making it myself, then we had chocolate cake for dessert. By the time he came into the house, I'd set the table, and the casserole was warming under the broiler. Even if I said it myself, everything was looking pretty good.

He stood, leaning on the door frame, looking over my hard work. "You forgot the candles."

I smiled at him, closing the distance between us. "Is tonight a special occasion that I'm unaware of?"

He reached out and cupped my baby bump with both hands, tracing around my belly button with his thumb. "I have much to be grateful for, querida. Every night with you is a special occasion."

"Aw, you're so sweet."

His expression took on an amused quality and he quipped, "And according to our daughter, stinky."

"She has a sensitive nose," I said soothingly, though he was a little ripe after a day of hard work.

"I get the feeling if I want a night of lovin' then I better take a shower."

"Well, yeah. That's a good guess," I said smiling.

"When you're for dessert, I gotta up my game," he was already heading towards the stairs.

"Hurry then, you don't want the pastelón to get dried out, I'm finishing it under the broiler," I shouted after him.

"Hell, the fuck no, I do not. Give me ten minutes and I'll be back down for dinner."

I went ahead and added some candles to the table and frosted the cake. By the time Coyote came back, the pastelón was on the table, and everything was perfect. Seriously, I just wanted him to enjoy the nicer things in life. He worked hard to take care of us, and he deserved it.

As we ate, the conversation flowed, like it always did between the two of us. Coyote was really easy going and definitely kept up his end of the conversation. I enjoyed spending time with him so much.

We finished our dinner and cleaned up together. Coyote was good at doing his share of the household chores. I had to give him that. In fact, there were many days when he did his share and mine as well, especially when my morning sickness was bad.

I came to a stop when we walked into the living room. There was a fire burning in the fireplace, and a huge fur blanket spread out on the floor with pillows and more blankets for us to snuggle down under.

Shocked, I asked, "What's all this, babe?"

He took my hand and led me over to the nest he'd made for us. "I hope you didn't think you were the only one who could create romance for us."

He pulled me close to him and slowly started easing off my shirt. Sometimes we liked to undress one another and made it part of the seduction, but tonight, I was hungry for him and helped him get my clothing off. I crawled under the fur blanket and got comfortable in the nest of cushions.

I watched him walk around the room and light the candles I had scattered around for decorative effect. When he came back to stand in front of me, his eyes were glowing with happiness. I watched as he pulled off his own clothing and joined me on the floor. I felt my heart speed up at the sight of his gorgeous body, tanned and toned. There was a scar where he'd been stabbed, and the tattoo it ran through now had a lighter strip of skin. He was in two minds about getting it retattooed, or wearing it as a badge of honor. I was already horny as hell, but seeing him standing there in all his glory made my clit throb with want.

He snuggled under the fur blanket and pulled me close, I could feel the stiff length of his cock against me. I gazed up into his dark eyes, his face glowing in the firelight. "I'm glad we did this. Having a romantic evening in front of the fire with the man I love seemed like a faraway dream just six months ago."

He nodded, "For me too. This evening is what my dreams have been made of since you were gone. I wanted you to enjoy it, to know that I care enough to go the extra mile for you."

I reached out to cup his face in my hands. "I love you more than I thought I could ever love a man. You don't have to make extravagant gestures to make me love you, but I appreciate every single thing you do for us."

I went to pull him closer for a kiss, but he moved away slightly, and I felt his arm reach out and his hand slide under one of the pillows. I turned on my side and rested my weight on my elbow, watching. His hand came back out clutching a small, black velvet ring box. I felt my heart skip a beat because this was the last thing I expected to happen today.

He opened the box and instead of a traditional diamond solitaire there was a white gold ring with a square cut garnet. I gasped, it was the most beautiful ring I'd ever seen. I'd remembered a conversation I'd had with Callie a few months back when we were talking about jewelry, and she'd said how she always preferred white gold and I'd agreed. I'd also mentioned something about how my favorite gemstone was garnet because it was my mom's birthstone. It's clear that Callie had been at work again—though as before, I could never be angry at her interference.

"Bethany Marks, if you will agree to be my wife, I'll always protect you, never take you for granted and love you for the rest of my life," Coyote said as he looked into my eyes.

I was almost too choked up to respond but I managed to get a hold of my emotions long enough to say, "I would be proud to have you as my husband. I promise to take care of you as well, and never take you for granted either. The loving you for the rest of my life goes without saying, because I could never love anyone other than you."

He plucked the ring from its little box and slid in onto my finger. "You and our daughter have become my whole world, querida. You're all I want and all that I'll ever need."

With that, he kissed me. It was gentle at first, but things heated up fast as his hands caressed my baby bump then found their way between my legs. I moaned against his lips as his fingers found my entrance, I didn't know if it was the pregnancy hormones, or just being close to my big, sexy biker but I was always hungry for him nowadays. At four months pregnant I wasn't large, but when he gently rolled me onto my side and pulled me close so I could feel his stiff cock against my ass, I could tell this was going to be a favorite position in a few months' time when I got bigger. His lips were brushing against the back of my neck as his talented fingers worked inside me, I could feel myself getting closer as he said, "We've got all night, querida, don't want you thinking I've forgotten about dessert. Before the night is through, I'm gonna be eatin' your sweet pussy, that's my real treat."

I was going to answer, but gasped involuntarily as he slid his cock through my folds from behind and the tip rubbed against my clit. The magical combination of his cock and fingers had me moaning and I came in a rush.

"I love you, Bethany," Coyote whispered. His cock was still sliding over my clit, and I could feel how wet I was for him. My orgasm had died down, but I was still riding on the aftershocks, and I knew if Coyote kept up what he was doing it would build into another earth-shattering moment.

"I love you too, Coyote."

I felt his cock notch at my entrance and shifted my ass, so we were aligned perfectly. He slid his hand up my belly, pausing for a moment to stroke my small baby bump, then traveled upwards to cup my breasts. I moaned again as his fingers found my nipples which were super sensitive right now. He gently pinched one and I gasped.

"Too hard?" he asked, his voice heavy with lust but also tinged with concern.

I shook my head, "No, that feels good. You feel good."

"How about now," he growled, his breath hot against the back of my neck, as he slid his rigid, thick cock into me.

"I don't think I could ever tire of feeling you inside me."

I don't know whether it was the proposal, the roaring fire, knowing we had all night, or just that finally, finally I felt that I could relax, but everything seemed so right. We'd been through a lot, and it had taken a lot for us to get back together, but now we were, I knew it was meant to be.

He started moving inside me and I felt the sensations grow as he thrust deep and I lost myself to the moment as another mind-blowing orgasm claimed me, followed not long after by Coyote's shouts as he exploded inside me.

We fell back onto the blankets and enjoyed the intimacy he fought so hard for us to have. Other than the soothing crackle of the fire there was silence, everything about this moment was pure perfection. I knew that no matter what the future had in store for us, we would face it together, always having each other's back in an uncertain world.

THE END