Epilogue

Nine Years Later

Jean

A loud splash wakes me from my nap and I sit up fast, squinting at my eyes at the three figures splashing around in the river. I glare at my husband and our two sons who just couldn't help themselves.

Really? A girl can't even nap under her favorite tree anymore without a giant and his mini versions rudely waking her up. Whatever happened to basic respect for nappers? I rub the sleep from my eyes and stare at the boys who were supposed to be fishing but are now splashing around in the water.

Despite my initial irritation at being woken up from a much-needed nap – which some could argue could have easily been taken in the comfort of our home and not in the open where anyone could disrupt it – I realize I'm actually glad they woke me up.

Our seven and five-year-old sons were the perfect addition to our small family. Heck, Shaw had to build a bigger cabin to accommodate us all. He managed to do so with the help of his brother Callan. He even surprised me by setting up an office for me to work on my projects.

Moving to the mountain wasn't as hard as I feared it would be. I did miss my family and friends in the first few weeks, but Shaw never gave me a chance to feel lonely. He loved me like a man on a mission and has done so for the last nine years. Despite his initial fear, everyone in my family fell in love with the giant as soon as they met him. My parents affectionately refer to him as Bigfoot. Our wedding happened the winter of the same year we met, in the forest where we met, and it's all everyone in my family ever talks about. Heck, I even invited rainbow suspender Steve who ironically played a hand in bringing me to my giant.

The stars lined up for us perfectly and I took it as a sign that I belong wherever Shaw is.

A high-pitched squeal draws me back to the present and I watch as the boys swim upstream and away from their father and to the much shallower part of the river. With the water streaming his way, I figure he's not worried as they could easily swim their way down to him.

"Don't swim too far boys," I call out worriedly, despite myself. The boys have been swimming since before they could walk but it's in my blood to worry about them.

"I don't hear any concern for me," Shaw calls out from the water and I shake my head, getting up when he extends his hand for me to join him in the water. He pulls me to him the second I take his hand and draws my back flush against him, pressing his hardness against my ass. "You don't need to worry about them, Angel. They're fine."

"I know," I whisper, my eyes shifting to the boys who are playing at the shallow end of the water, their laughs making their way to us as they splash around. "I can't help but worry about… oh!" My lips part in a gasp when I feel my husband's finger tug the strings of my shorts before slipping his hand inside. "Shaw–"

"Shh," he whispers into my ear and I'm thankful for the water that covers me to the top of my waist. I bite back a whimper when his rough digit brushes against my clit. I can't make a sound or risk drawing attention to us.

"What are you doing?"

"We'll be quiet," he rasps into my ear, biting into the sensitive skin and sending my pussy flooding with heat. Pleasure shoots up my stomach as he rubs at my clit and nuzzles my neck. I push my ass back against his erection and drop my head back onto his massive chest and to anyone looking, it seems like an innocent embrace.

"Oh!" I whimper when he slides his thick digit into my slick pussy and starts working it in and out in rough thrusts. I widen my thighs for him when he adds another digit and uses the thumb from his free hand to strum my clit. My vision blurs and I have to bite hard on my lip to stop myself from crying out. "Oh God," I breathe out a rush of air. Shaw is unrelenting as he drives me to the brink of insanity with his finger and when I climax, I have to clap a hand on my mouth to mute the sob that rocks my body. My thighs lock tightly around his hand as my pussy pulses wildly around his finger and a delicious feeling spreads my entire body.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" the cruel man whispers into my ear, but I can hear the smile in his voice. I want to turn around and glare at him, but I don't have the strength in me to do so.

My body is still shaking when Shaw tugs down my shorts and I feel the hard press of his hardness over my slick entrance. This is not the first time we've had pussy here but it's the first time I've had to stay still and not make a sound. He presses his lips on my neck and trails them up to my jaw as he works his cock into me and I have to slap a hand back on my mouth when he crudely thrusts the rest of way in.

God.

Oh God!

I bite back a whimper when he starts driving his cock into me in short, hard thrusts and I have to claw the hand he has around my waist to brace myself. He nibbles at my ear and kisses my shoulder as he pumps his thick cock into my wetness.

"Love the way you take my cock into your pussyy little cunt, Angel," he rasps into my neck. "If you're good today and don't make a sound, then I'll spend tonight polishing this pussy with my tongue."

"Oh!" I gasp, my pussy pulsing hotly around him from his words. I close my eyes tightly and force back a sob as he grinds his cock faster into me, his hips slamming into my ass with every move. My knees grow weak and it becomes a real test of my control when he drops his hand between my legs and strums my clit with his middle finger. "Shaw. Oh. My. God…"

"Shh," he breathes into my ear, his warm breath caressing my skin so erotically it sends heat building up in my core. I manage to hold it in until he discreetly brushes his finger over my budded nipples with his free hand and pinches them between his knuckles. A rush of heat sweeps through my entire body as intense pleasure shoots up my spine and I have to bite into my arm to prevent myself from screaming.

"Fuck baby, you're so beautiful when you come," he heaves into my ear as he slams his cock faster and harder into me when he stills against me, a second before he fills me with his warm, sticky seed. His breathing is labored against my skin as he pumps his cock into me with harsh grunts. My pussy pulses around, milking him to his last drop before he goes slack against me.

"Oh God," I whisper, my body trembling from what just happened. "Oh my God, Shaw. I can't believe we just did that."

"Hmm," my husband hums warmly from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me close. "You're so goddamned pussyy, Angel. I can't think straight with you around. I couldn't resist touching you."

"Wait!" I whip my head around and glare at him. "Did you wake me up from my nap on purpose!"

He flashes me a pussyy grin but doesn't confirm or deny the accusation. Instead, he leans down and kisses me, trying to distract me from his sins. And it works. I place a hand on his jaw and kiss him back just as hungrily, and when we pull back from the kiss, it's to see the love in those beautiful gray eyes I adore. I imagine that they only reflect what's in my eyes.

"I love you," I tell him, pecking his lips. "I'm glad I got lost that day in the forest. I'm glad it's you I ran into and not a bear."

He chuckles, the sound warm and deep. "I'm glad you got lost too, Angel."

~The End