Epilogue One

Epilogue One

Ryder, three years later

I ease into the house as quietly as I can. I drop my helmet on a chair in the living room and shrug out of my black coat with its reflective yellow stripes. I turn off the lamp on the table by the stairs before heading up. Kandy always leaves that light on for me if she goes to bed before I get home.

On the landing, I turn left and move through the dark hallway. Thankfully, I don't get home after bedtime too often. I was usually here to help put our two-year-old son to bed with Kandy. I push the door to his room open and stand over his crib. I lean down and smile, still in awe that I helped create something so tiny and amazing. He sleeps with his head turned, fist in his mouth, his little rump sticking up. I rest my hand on his back and in the light from the moonlight, watch him sleep for long moments as I feel his tiny chest moving up and down with each breath.

Kandy teases me mercilessly about this habit. I can't help it. I have two of the most precious creatures in the world in my care. I learned in the last years that my protective streak runs deep.

I tug a light cover over my son and gently move my fingers over the dark curl at the nape of his neck before I make my way to my own bedroom door, thinking how Kandy would really giggle if she knew I did the same thing to her some nights while I watched her sleep.

I knew I loved her from the moment I stepped back into Pineville and laid eyes on her all dolled up for a wedding that never happened.

But nothing compares to the love in me at seeing her body change and swell with our child.

Every day since confessing love I did everything in my power to make sure I could be home and present for my wife and son. Amid the turbulence and turmoil of moving my business headquarters from Boston to Pineville, we made everything work and still found time to be there for each other.

But several of my men are soldiers at heart long before they put on suits and sat in an office in my building in Boston. Come to find out, they loved the idea of taking the firm outside the confinements of such a large city and leaving behind a remote office.

They feel right at home in our small part of the world. And on autumn nights like tonight we often ride out together, find a spot to park and talk shop before heading home. Best of all the worlds we've blended together.

And the business we've brought to the area, including turning an abandoned warehouse right off the main drag into offices, means more jobs for people around here.

So now Pineville thrives right along with my new family.

I'm ready to slide into bed next to my wife after a long day of taking on new recruits and several clients.

Instead of finding the adorable sleeping beauty I expect, as usual, Kandy surprises me. She has a lamp in the corner of the room lit, bathing the space in a soft glow. She's sitting against the headboard, a silky purple nightie with black lace at the neckline and hem covering her luscious body.

"You waited up," I said with a wolfish grin.

"And you took your helmet off. I was looking forward to having my way with the Fire Chief." She pouts, batting her lashes playfully. I took over her firefighting duties once we discovered her pregnancy.

I chuckle. "Don't worry, baby, I'll be happy to give you a few commands if it'll make you feel better."

She beams at me, sending blood rushing to my cock.

"You wearing panties under that pretty little nightie, Kandy?"

She slowly shakes her head.

I slide the red suspenders off my shoulders and let them drop. "Show me," I command gruffly.

My sweet girl instantly complies. She scoots down slightly on the bed and ever-so-slowly slides the hem of her nightgown over her thighs until her pretty pink pussy peeks out at me from between her legs.

"More," I say, swiftly stripping off my shirt and kicking off my boots.

Again she complies. She spreads her thighs wider, and I see her bare lips glistening with her own juices.

"Touch yourself for me, sweetness. Play with that pretty nub and give me more of your girl-cum."

Kandy skims a hand over her belly and down, down until it is between her thighs. She keeps her eyes on while I drop the last of my clothes on the floor. Holding my gaze, she slides two fingers between her wet pussy lips and spreads them, letting me see all of her, pink, pretty and waiting.

I step to the side of the bed, sliding a finger between hers so my middle finger grazed her engorged clit. A gasp escapes and I grin. I lean in and capture her mouth, licking along the seam of her lips until she opens for me. I slip my tongue in for a quick taste of her just as I plunge my finger inside her. Her hips buck up to meet my hand, her knees falling open wide.

I lifted my head to look down at her lying there open and eager for me. Even as I stare, she lifts her hips, offering herself to me, and when I drag my eyes to hers, I see her eyes begging me to take her.

But I shake my head. "Tonight, you'll have got to earn my cock in your pussy."

I jut my hips forward and she doesn't hesitate. With liquid motions, she rolls to her knees and crawls to the side of the bed until her mouth is level with my dick. I hold back a laugh at her eagerness and reach out to grip a heavy handful of her hair before guiding her mouth to my swollen cock.

She opens for me, and I close my eyes for a second as the cum-coated head of my cock slides over her wet tongue. The velvet heat of her mouth surrounds me, and I groan. She slowly, tantalizingly takes me in as deeply as she can until I brush against the back of her throat.

She works me up and down, pausing only to swirl her tongue around the tip. She moans so sweetly as she laps up the cum seeping from me, sending a wicked vibration through my cock and making me tighten my grip on her hair, pulling her in even closer.

She raises those pretty lashes as she engulfs me again, sinking to the root. My balls tighten, and I catch a glimpse of the mischief dancing in her eyes. I know I won't hold out much longer.

I use the hand buried in her hair to tug her mouth off my cock.

She tilts her head back and looks up at me with a pout. "I was enjoying that!"

"Don't worry, my beautiful wife, I have something else you'll like even more."

With that I slide my hands beneath her arms and pick her up, sitting down as I move and swinging her over my lap. With one swift movement, her warm, wet pussy gloves me and she sinks over my cock.

Her head falls back, her long hair tickling my thighs. She pushes her hips down, taking me deep inside. I grip her hips and urge her up a bit until only the head of my dick is still in her. She clutches my shoulders and braces herself for when I thrust up into her, seating myself fully in her heated channel.

Kandy gasps, and I repeat the motion as she holds onto me. I look into her gorgeous violet eyes as she rides me, her knees buried in the bed next to my hips. And nothing has or ever will feel as amazing as looking into the beautiful face of the woman I love more than my life as she milks my cock with her sweet pussy.

She picks up speed, bracing herself on my shoulders, her nails digging into me. "Ryder, I'm going to-to…"

"Come for me, baby." I tighten my hold on her hips, helping her slide up and down.

Her knees tighten and she cries out, her cunt spasming around me.

I can't hold off another minute. I stand, taking her with me, turning her so her back is on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. I thrust deep and hard, once, twice, and one final time before I spill my seed into her welcoming body.

I collapse onto her, rolling us over until we are lying curled together on the bed, my lips tracing small kisses over her thundering pulse point.

She turns to whisper against my lips, "You always know exactly what I need."

And then she gives me the words that fuel my world. "I love you, Ryder Wolfe."

"I love you, Kandy. Always." As we fall asleep twined together, I pray every night to be as claiming and precious for the rest of our lives.