Epilogue

TWO YEARS LATER

I’ve been a cop for a year and half now. I love being a cop, but I don’t make that much of a difference. I’m still on the Vitali’s payroll and in turn on the DeSantis payroll. I do whatever they need done short of murder. That’s my hard line and they know it. They respect it.

Walking in the house, I arm the alarm before checking on Hannah. She’s sound asleep in her bed. She just moved up to a toddler bed and we are trying for our second kid.

I walk into our bedroom and see my wife asleep on our bed. She wakes as soon as I open my belt.

“Hey, baby. How was work?” she asks.

“It was okay. I busted up a fight at the club tonight.”

“Is that why you smell like a whore?” she asks, grinning at me.

“Yes. You know I’d never touch anyone unless I had to stop one of those drunk fools from killing another.”

“You better not. You’re mine. May doesn’t share.”

“No, she doesn’t,” I say, stripping my clothes off. I pull the covers off of her, finding her naked.

“You need something from me?” I ask, stroking my angry looking cock while staring at her pretty pussy.

“I want that fat cock.”

“Fuck, I love you,” I tell her.

“I love you, too. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of saying that,” she says.

“Damn right, you do.” I crawl on the bed between her spread legs. I kiss up her legs until I reach her wet pussy. I lick her there until she comes on my face. “I’m so fucking lucky.” I continue to worship her body with my hands and tongue before finally sliding into her. Home. She is my home. I fuck into her over and over until she screams my name. I feel her pussy clench around me and then I come inside of her. I pull out of her and move to lie beside her, pulling her close to me.

I’m so glad My May let me save her. I know she would have saved herself, but she let me do it and for that, I’ll be forever grateful.