Epilogue

Declan

F ive Years Later

"Jesus," I groan, gripping Pen's hips as she drops back down on my lap, taking me deep. "You're so fucking wet, Rebel."

"I know!" she cries, writhing all over my cock. She scratches down my thighs, her pussy already fluttering around my cock. Her ass lifts from my thighs as she bounces again, her breasts bobbing in my face. She looks like a goddess riding me like she owns my cock.

Who am I kidding? She does own it. Every fucking inch of me belongs to her. It always has. It always will.

I slip my hand between our bodies to play with her clit.

Within seconds, she's shouting the roof down as she comes all over me.

I growl, following her over the edge.

She collapses against my chest, breathing hard.

"Christ, baby. You looked like you needed that." I press my lips to her throat, breathing her in.

"I always need that."

I chuckle, brushing hair away from her face. She's not lying. We fuck like rabbits. Always have, always will. I can't get enough of her, and she's just as addicted to me. Which is precisely why we're going to be late to our final album launch party tonight. We should have been dressed by now.

Saint is going to kill us.

I groan at the reminder, dragging us out of bed to shower.

"Are you excited, Rebel?" I ask, crowding her up against the shower wall to kiss her. "After tonight, we get to hang it up for good."

"So excited," she breathes against my lips. "I've had enough fame, Declan. No more screaming fans. No more tours. No more interviews. Just a lifetime with you and our babies. It sounds like heaven."

"Yeah?" I smile, slipping my hand down her body to cup her belly. "You think you got room in heaven for one more baby?"

"I know I do."

"Yeah? You're going to let me get you pregnant one more time?"

"Nope." She plants her hands on my shoulders, pulling me down until her lips land against my ear. "You already did that, Declan. I'm carrying your baby right now."

"Fuck," I growl, my dick turning to steel as soon as the words leave her lips. Pride, joy, and awe course through me in a complicated tangle, choking me. She's pregnant with another one of my kids.

This isn't heaven. This is whatever comes after that.

I press her back against the wall, claiming her mouth, as steam swirls around us.

We're going to be so fucking late tonight.