Epilogue

"Oh shit, you're in trouble, boss man," Craig says when he sees Rowen's truck pulling in. Today is her day off. The twins have run her ragged more and more lately. Having them here doesn't always work to our advantage. Hell, it's not easy having almost five-year-olds under foot, and what they say about the terrible twos, that was a lie. I think this year has probably been the hardest when it comes to our strong-willed children.

"Fuck, Baylor and Zach must be giving her hell today," I grumble.

"When aren't they? I mean, they're cute and all, but they sure as hell give you a run for your money," Marty inserts.

"It's part of the reason I'm not even asking for more at this stage in our life. I love them to no end, but with the way they move and the mayhem they create, we're going to enjoy them while we can," I reply. Shit, it wasn't long ago that I asked Rowen if she wanted me to get a vasectomy. It was one of those days I got off work early. The kids were running around the house, and there was Rowen, sitting on the kitchen floor, a bottle of beer in her hand and staring into nothing. It was when I looked around and saw that she wasn't even fighting with them on putting their toys away before they started on another task, something we've both tried to instill in them even at this young age. Our house isn't something huge and grand. We work with what we have, and neither one of us is willing to move into something bigger for the hell of it.

She looked up at me, a small smile on her face, and said, "You can't beat ‘em, may as well join them. I'll clean later. They aren't fussing or arguing over who has what toy right now. So, I'm just relaxing."

Rowen pulls so much fucking weight in our family, sometimes I feel like a slacker. She still works here three to four days a week, takes care of the kids while they're here and not at their grandparents on the rare occasions. Still somehow manages to cook and clean. Though we alternate as much as we can around the house, I still feel like she does ten times more than I do. Even when she says it's a team effort.

"Braxton." My name comes out breathlessly. She parked her truck right outside the garage bay I'm working in. If it were later, and the guys were gone, I know exactly how I'd take her.

"We're out of here," Craig states.

"Yep, I think we'll take an early day," Marty agrees, like they're both mind readers all of a sudden. I wave them off, my eyes set on the siren. Those blue eyes our children got from her still rock my world and have the ability to bring me to my knees. Rowen's hair is down, flowing in the wind. She's wearing a tight tank top and a skirt that ends well above her knees and flutters with every step she takes.

"This is a nice treat," I tell her, already taking off the top half of my coveralls, wanting to get my hands on her and dirty her the fuck up.

"It's a good thing I'm looking to get serviced then," she sasses.

"Oh yeah, I suppose that's why my men just scurried off, closed their bays, and hightailed it out of here?" I ask.

"Well, I may or may not have had something to do with that. It's not every day that Bridger and Kellie offer to take the twins for not only the afternoon but overnight. I'm not one to pass up an opportunity like that." It's then I notice what she's not wearing. Those goddamn nipples are pebbled, telling me she's not wearing a bra.

"It's a damn good thing no one's around, Mrs. Martinez, or I'd be slapping your ass red for what you're walking around wearing," I grunt. Rowen does the complete opposite of what I expect, she steps inside, turns around, bending at the waist and giving me the sweetest fucking glimpse of the lower globes of her ass cheeks. I watch the entire time as she makes a full-on display of hitting the button I moved lower for our kids to close the garage door. When the lips of her cunt show, all bets are fucking off, and I'm stalking my prey.

"Like what you see?" She's still bent over. Her head peeks around, watching while I wash my hands at the sink. When I'm finished, I pull my own white tank top up and over my head. Rowen stands back up, her chest heaving, fire inside her eyes.

"Heck yes, I do." She strides towards me, unaware that she's licking her lips, her breasts moving with every step. Without a shadow of a doubt, Rowen is going to get exactly what she needs.

"You looking to get fucked, siren?" I ask once she's standing in front of me.

"Yes." Her hands go to the hem of her top, but I don't let it get that far. I rip it up and over, her soft breasts bouncing as her arms move up to help me. Damn, is my wife beautiful, softer curves from her body holding our children, even when she bitches about her hips still being too wide. I love everything about her. My body consumes hers as I walk Rowen back to the Bronco that I've been working on today. There's not much wrong with it, but if we're going on a vacation to the shore, I know she'll want to take it out.

"Fuck yes, you are." I set her on the hood of the truck, her pussy right at the spot I want. My mouth is already salivating at the mere scent of her, let alone at the thought of eating her like this.

"Braxton, don't tease me. It's been too long." She's giving me shit right now, wanting me to go at her hot and heavy.

"Quit busting my balls. Your greedy cunt just had me inside you this morning." My palms slide up her smooth-as-silk legs until they meet the hem of her skirt.

"You love when I do that." Her elbows are on the hood as she watches my every movement.

"You're not wrong. Pull your skirt up for me, siren. I'm gonna eat this sweet pussy until you can't stand, then I'm going to fuck you nice and slow." I watch as she does what I demand, not wasting one second.

"There's something you should know before you fuck your cum into me." She's feeling brazen today, and I fucking love it.

"What's that?" My mouth is already on the inside of her thigh, my tongue licking her until it meets that tattoo I love so much is beneath it. So much like the matching one I have on my inner bicep. It was Rowen's wedding gift from me, and she kisses it daily, much like I do her tattoo.

"I stopped taking my birth control this morning. I'm ready to start trying again. I swear to God, though, if we're blessed with another set of twins, not only am I getting a tubal ligation, you'll get a vasectomy," she says, and I know Rowen isn't kidding.

"You have yourself a deal, but siren, I think even if we don't have another set of twins, I say this is it. We have our hands full now, which I'm thankful as fuck for, but I want to enjoy the ones we'll have. So, I'll get a vasectomy after the next baby," I suggest.

"God, I love you, Braxton."

"I love you, siren." My mouth lands on her pussy, knowing as soon as she comes on my tongue, she'll be coming on my cock next. This life we've built, it's fucking amazing. The wait was most definitely worth it.

The End