Epilogue

Epilogue

Harper, two years later

I barely give Boone a chance to close his office door before I slip my panties off and wrap my leg around him. Two bats of my lashes and strong hands are cupping my ass and I'm pinned to a wall.

The door slams shut, either he or I at least have that forethought.

Two months is a long time to be celibate and I'm ready to break our dry spell after having our second baby boy. Number two in as many years. Beside us on the desk the baby monitor is silent and it's music to my ears.

His hands slide up my thighs and bunch my dress around my waist.

"Hurry, Boone. We don't have long," I urge, reaching between us for his belt buckle and zipper with feverish haste.

In my rush to get to the barn office while the babies sleep, I somehow forgot to grab extra milk pads. The strap to my dress slips and milk wets me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm such a mess." I groan and hope he doesn't mind a little extra liquid. My entire body arches into his hands when his lips land on my collarbone and he sucks, nibbling on the sensitive flesh.

Fuck, that's so my weakness.

"You're dripping wet all over and gorgeous. My baby is in heat already. Needs her cock. Thank God for that."

"Yes. Now hurry!"

My head hits wood when Boone finally plunges into me. I don't need any foreplay right now—that can come later. I need him stretching me wide over his cock and giving it to me hard.

It's only the two of us right now, and I plan on using the two-week vacation period the ranch hands have in order for Boone to fuck me every chance we get. Which will be during every nap time if we're lucky. I don't know yet. We've kind of been living in the moment and so far, it's been going great. We've permanently moved into this house while leaving Austin and Hunter to fend for themselves at the big house.

During the day Boone and I take turns caring for the boys and rotating ranch chores. At night I go to business school and take marketing classes so I can help manage the ranch.

It's hard but so worth it. Especially with Boone right there to help me the whole way. I especially love it when he walks the house at night. Baby in his arms feeding or burping them while I crunch for exams or have crashed from overload. The point...he's got my back and our family is flourishing.

Hunter and Austin come by often to share meals and see the kids, when they aren't neck-deep in training or studding out our stallions. The business is booming and, oh, all those fears Boone had about people turning away because of our unorthodox relationship? Well, they were all pleasantly unfounded. Come to find out most of them were wondering when we would stop dancing around each other and just marry.

That happened about a month before our first baby. A fall wedding right here on the ranch with me about five months pregnant. Boone insisted he make an honest woman out of me before the baby was born. I didn't mind one bit.

"Fuck, baby I missed you. I'm tired of jerking off in the shower because I can't have you."

Boone slams into me, bucking wildly against my pussy and taking me dangerously close to my release. The closer I get to my climax the more milk leaks from my tits.

"Damn, that's sexy." I pry my eyes open to see Boone's eyes on my tits. One yank and he has them bare to his mouth. He latches on and I help to hold the heavy weight of them up to him while he fucks me hard and fast. The more he teases my nipples the faster my orgasm comes.

It slams into me and I'm over the edge and falling back down to Earth.

I'm panting and our breaths mix. "You keep sucking my tits like that and I won't ever dry up."

"I think we just took care of that problem." He pumps his hips, and I realize we forgot a condom in our—my—haste to get at each other.

"Now that you've had your turn, it's my turn to have you how I want you." He moves us to the couch and pulls me on top of him. "Come for me just like that, riding me long and hard, baby. I'm going to feed that greedy pussy more milk and fill it with another baby."

I smile and shimmy my hips over his hardening cock. Our juices are sticky around my fingers when I take him and guide the crown to my entrance. I rise to my knees and slide down, eager to please my husband. "Yes, Daddy." I purr and baby, I know I'm not leaving this office until I'm pregnant for sure.

Thank you for reading Harper and Boone's story!

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