Epilogue

Leo

18 months later

“ I can’t believe so many people were at my show,” Fable says as I drive up the mountain to our house. I smile at the astonishment in her voice. Almost the entire town of Pottsville turned out for her showing of oil paintings.

“I can. You’re very talented.”

“Leo, I could draw stick figures like Destiny, and you would think they were beautiful.”

It’s dark in the cab of my pickup, but I hear the blush in her voice. I turn into our driveway and throw my pickup into park. If we go inside the cabin, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off her. She shimmered tonight, in her beauty and confidence and the amazing slip of a dress. The shiny green material changed hue every time she moved, and I barely kept my hands off her. I was so tempted to pull her into the library office and fuck her so hard neither of us would be able to remember our names or walk straight.

I undo my seatbelt, then hers. I cup her face so she can’t turn away from me, so she can tell I mean business.

“You are talented.”

She nods, but I can tell that she doesn’t believe me.

“You do know that one guy from DC was insanely in love with your work.”

She shrugs, and even though it’s been over a year since her father was killed, I want to bring him back to life and kill him again. Both my angel and her sister still deal with feelings of inadequacy.

“You are an amazing artist and a mother.”

Her mouth curves into a smile, and even in the dark pickup, I can see the twinkle in her eyes. “Thank you, Leo.”

“No bullshitting, either, Angel. You are talented. That dude who asked for more work from you runs one of the most elite galleries in DC.”

“That’s true. I just didn’t think anyone would be interested in such simple things.”

Her paintings are of simple things, but there is a depth to each picture, her own perspective on whatever subject she’s focusing on. It could be Jeremiah, our son, or her sister, me…or just a cow she saw on the side of the road. There are so many layers to her paintings that a person could look at them for hours and still not see everything she puts into them.

“So, your mom taking Jeremiah for the night was kind of a good idea.”

I lean down and brush my mouth against hers. “Is that a fact?”

She nods as she slides over on top of me. As she leans closer so she can whisper in my ear. “See, I didn’t wear panties tonight, so…”

Her hands are already working the button and zipper on my pants. My dick practically springs free of the confines of my clothes into her eager hands.

“I’ve been half-hard all night.”

“I know,” she breathes out. “I kind of regretted the no panties thing because I’m so wet.”

Once again, I am thankful that we live out in the middle of nowhere. I ease the dress up and off of her and groan. Since she gave birth, she’s gained a few curves, namely her hips and her tits. She reaches back and undoes the Demi bra she’s wearing, tossing it aside without a care. I take one hard nipple into my mouth as I slide a finger into her.

“You weren’t lying, Angel. So fucking wet.”

Her muscles cling to my digit as I add another one. Her pussy juices cover my hand, and it only takes a couple of minutes before she’s coming apart in my arms. I slip my fingers into my mouth, taking in the salty/sweet taste of her. I feel a little cum leak out of my dick. I know if she keeps pumping me that way, I’ll come all over her hand.

“I need to be inside of you.”

She’s already lifting up off my lap, so she slides down on my cock. Fuck me. Her heat surrounds my hardened flesh as she starts to ride me.

My fingers dig into her supple flesh, but she is still the one in control. I’m so close, I know it will only take a few pumps before I explode. I want her with me…always do. I slip my hand down between our bodies and tease her clit. It’s not long before her muscles clamp down tight on my cock, pulling me deeper into her hot, wet core. I cannot hold back any longer. I lose myself, pouring myself into her.

She collapses against me, and the truth is, I would be happy to sit there all night long. I feel her lips against my neck.

“My lion,” she says, her voice a whisper.

“Always yours.”

She sighs and pulls herself up off my chest, and looks down at me. Gone is the poised, put together artist who wowed everyone tonight. Her hair is a wild mass of curls, her lips are swollen…and she’s even more beautiful this way.

“So, what do you think about trying for another baby?”

“Already?” I ask, even as my cock starts to harden again.

She nods. “I want all the babies.”

“Well, tell you what,” I say, easing her off my cock, and setting her on the seat next to me. I zip up my pants, then cover her up with my jacket. It comes down to her knees. I slide out of the pickup, then tug her over out of the cab then into my arms. I carry her into our home.

“I’ll make all the babies you want to make, and I’ll even add as many rooms as we need for them.”

I unlock the front door then step into the house. I slam the door shut with a kick as I march her to the bedroom. I toss her on the bed. My coat goes flying as she giggles. That sound—that marvelous joy—fills the bedroom.

She rises to her knees, utterly comfortable with her nudity, and grabs my buttondown shirt.

“So, you think you’re up for it?”

I nod.

“Then you better start working on that,” she says with a tug on my shirt. We tumble onto the bed together, both our hearts filled with joy.