Epilogue

Ainsley

A week later …

The snowstorm passed over the weekend and we spent most of the time over at my place with the fire lit and, true to Cole’s word; we had a Twilight movie marathon. It’s just one of the many things I love about him.

We thought it would be fun to hunker down in the basement now that Cole fixed the door; the realtor was taking too long so he just did it himself. We also got the decorations out of storage and jazzed up my Christmas tree. Fudge got himself tangled in the LED lights as we were trying to untangle them, ready to put on the tree.

Cole doesn’t have many Christmas decorations and usually just goes to his parents to help put up their humongous tree. He only has a small tree at his place with built-in fairy lights, plus a wreath for his door and some Christmas lights he always puts out infront of his house.

Little Ginger has been amazing since we brought him home and Fudge has really taken a shining to him. When we first got home that day, we checked outside and around our properties again to make sure we hadn’t missed any other little kittens that may have been stranded. It’s still a mystery where he came from, but since he had no collar or a microchip, we’re thinking he’s probably a stray. We’re trying not to get our hopes up, but that shared custody thing sounded pretty sweet to me.

Cole has been nothing but doting since we got back that afternoon after crazy Drake tried to attack me. I think he thought I was going to break. While I am still rattled and shaken up, Cole’s been doing his best to help me forget about that for a while and enjoy the time with him and the fur babies while we hunkered down over the weekend. I still can’t believe Drake went crazy like that chasing after me, but I meant what I said; he really needs to seek help and get his life back on track.

We picked Mom up right after the storm and she’s recovering really well. I’ve been over there helping every day until she gets back to her normal routine.

Tonight I’m at work, with Little Ginger his own little travel case with his blanket and a soft toy to rest his head on. He’s been with me all week as it’s a little hard for Cole to take him on the job sites and we need to monitor him while he gets his strength back. He’s been doing so great and getting more food into his tiny body. He spends most of his time sleeping.

Molly, Oscar and Hank just left and I’m about to lock up for the night when I see a familiar figure coming toward me with a great, big, devilish grin on his face.

Cole.

“What are you looking so happy about?” I giggle. I’m still not able to control my pulse around him, or the way he makes me blush with no words needed.

“I thought I might stop by and tell you how beautiful you are. ”

I press my lips together just as I release them. Then he bends down to kiss me. “Hello to you, too.” I smile.

He tugs at my high swinging ponytail. He’s been jibing me all week about his little fantasy of doing me in my office when no one else is here. I had no idea that could be tonight. “Cole,” I warn, but I can’t hide the amusement in my tone. “There’s camera’s here.” I even glance around for effect.

“Not in your office, there isn’t.” He steps inside as I lock the doors.

“You’re a bad influence,” I tell him as I turn back to the main section of the library. Cole follows and glances around as we walk.

“So everyone has gone for the day?” He raises his eyebrows, clearly not taking my warning as a serious answer.

“It’s just me and Little Ginger.”

“How’s the little guy been today?”

“He’s great. Come see for yourself.”

I keep him up to date through the day, but it has been a couple of hours since my last text. I walk toward my office as Cole falls into step with me.

“How was your day?” he asks as we pass the neatly stacked sections of the library on the way to my office.

“It was good. I finished the letter to my dad on my lunch break.” After the storm was over, I decided to see what dad wanted that day he called, and sure enough it was some half assed attempt to invite me to Christmas, to which I declined. He was astonished because I don’t think he’s ever heard the words ‘no’ in his life, but never asked me why. So I told him I was spending time with my new boyfriend, his family and my mom, and that I have never felt welcome at his place. I didn’t let him even get a word in befor e I brought the conversation to an end. After I hung up the phone, I felt a sense of relief I never knew was possible.

Cole was right, standing up to him was everything and more.

But I still felt I had things I wanted to write down to release them. Now I plan on burning the letter before Christmas.

“Ains, that’s awesome. You doin’ okay?”

“I am.” I nod. He knows I’ve been writing the letter this past week. “You really are in the wrong trade, you know. I mean, you’re a great builder and handyman. But have you ever thought about going into counseling?” I poke him in the ribs playfully.

He laughs. “I’m sure I could rival Dr. Phil if I really wanted, but I think I’ll stick to my day job.”

We walk into my office and both look over to the little canvas travel case on the ground as it stirs and a second later, Little Ginger pops his head out the top.

Cole bends down to pull him free with one hand and brings the little kitten to his face. “Daddy’s here, yes he is…yes he is…” he coos, and my heart literally melts.

“Cole,” I giggle. “Presley said we don’t know yet?—”

He waves it off. “It’s been a week and no one has posted on the community lost and found pages, or responded to the flyers we put up around town and in the Piney Paws window. He had no tag or collar, and no microchip. So if he belongs to someone, they would have surely come forward by now.”

“I don’t want you to get your hopes up.” I know both of our hopes are well and truly up. We love the little fur ball and hope he gets to stay with us and Fudge.

“How about foster Daddy then, for now?”

My lips twitch in a smile. “I like that.”

He grins. “Oh, yeah? You like me saying, Daddy ?”

My nipples pebble at the way he voices the words, combined with the sexy way he tilts his head. His honey eyes dip down my body. “Uh, huh. I love it.”

“I think I’d love it even more if I’m inside you while you’re the one sayin’ it.”

I laugh. “You’re hopeless.”

“You hear that, Little Ginger? Our girl says she loves it.” He kisses Ginger’s head and places him gently back down in his carrier where he has a little stretch, only to curl up again on top of the blanket. When I glance back at Cole, he’s watching me. His eyes heat even more, taking one step closer to me. “I bet you don’t care right now if Daddy closes the door and tugs that pretty ponytail, do you?”

I can’t help but giggle as I feel his deep, dark words between my thighs.

“Seeing you in that sexy uniform, baby. It does things to me.”

“What things?” I breathe. My nipples aching for his touch as my core throbs in my panties. I watch him walk over to the door and kick it shut, locking it from the inside. He stalks back over to me with sexy hunger blazing in his eyes, wasting no time in caging me in and guiding me backward against the wall. His hips press to my body and he pins me in place, his hard cock digging into my stomach.

“You feel that?” he all but growls in my ear. The breath of his words tickling me just below my lobe.

“I feel it,” I pant as his arm reaches to the back of my head and he gently tugs my ponytail back so my chin lifts.

“You told me you longed to be pulled by the hair, and I swore I’d have my way with you in your office, so you better start undressing.”

I stare at him wide eyed. We’re really gonna do this here?

Before I can chicken out, I slide my blazer off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. My hands find my own shirt buttons as I watch him let his flannel shirt drop to the ground. I hear the unzip of his pants just as I rip open my blouse, the buttons flying everywhere. His grin is unmistakable and I can’t get it off fast enough.

“It’s always the quiet ones,” he mutters. He pulls me in, glancing down at my chest and snakes one hand to cup my breast, squeezing it, tugging my nipple. Then he pulls it up so they both pop out. I do a gasp/groan combo at the friction the bra lift gives me and nearly find nirvana when he bows his head to suckle a nipple into his mouth. “I’m gonna cup these babies while you kneel on your desk, ass out, and I do you from behind. Got it, My Little Librarian?”

I moan out a response. “Oh, God, Cole.”

He chuckles against my flesh and moves to the other nipple, but pulls away after a moment to shrug his pants and boxers down to his thighs. “On the table,” he growls, letting me free for a moment so I can yank up my skirt and climb on the desk.

This is so freaking brazen, I can’t believe I’m even letting him do this.

He shuffles over to my desk, literally swiping my diary and papers out of the way. Shoving some books over to the far end, he helps me climb up. Flushing, I position myself with my ass facing him, my skirt pulled up to my hips. I think it’s going to take some time before things get easier with my shyness around him.

“Fuck,” he moans. And I know without looking at him that he’s fisting himself. “I’m gonna do you so good, baby. Then I’ll take you home to bed. ”

“Please, Cole. I need it.”

I feel him press forward. His hands find my hips and he pulls me closer to him in one movement. I squeal and throw my head over my shoulder to watch him standing there, guiding the movements from the back of my desk. I feel his hand reach back down to the base of his cock and a moment later, his thick head is nudging my entrance. I open my knees a little wider as he pushes in, his other hand slides a round to cup my breast and pull my nipple. “COLE!” Groaning, I rock my head back, loving every single sensation buzzing around my body. I adore the fullness and how he stills so I can adjust.

“Yeah, you like that?” His hand finds my ponytail again, and he pulls it back, his lips grazing my neck as he pushes all the way in. I feel his length slide into my slick heat and my insides contract around him, our closeness overtaking every sense I have.

“I love it, Cole. I love you. Now, please fuck me.”

He grunts a laugh behind me as his free hand reaches around to my throbbing little bundle of nerves between my thighs. “Oh, I’m gonna do that baby and more. So much more.”

“I love you, Daddy .”

His hips hitch, as well as his labored breathing, and we both start to move in our perfect rhythm of lust and passion that has only gotten stronger between us since all the commotion of the past week. Tangled with the danger and excitement of doing this in my office, I’m ready to explode. “I love you too, My Little Librarian. ”

**

Cole

A week after that …

“Now come on, Marley, you better have your game face on today. Stacey or no Stacey, you can’t let a girl distract you at a time like this.”

We’re gearing up for the snowball fight and there are literally hundreds of townsfolk here, maybe more. I wasn’t joking about smashing the record for the largest snowball fight in Wyoming. This is turning out to be one of the best events Silver Pines has ever seen. Ainsley was heading the team for The Hunger Games treasure hunt this morning, while I got everything prepped for the snowball fight this afternoon.

“You know you’re gonna have a stampede of more than two hundred kids here in less than half an hour?” Travis echoes from behind as Marley and I make sure the final bunker is in place, courtesy of the hay bales from Travis’s neighbor that will be used as shields.

“We’re all organized, aren’t we, Marles?” I tap my comrade on the shoulder and Marley nods enthusiastically.

“This is going to be so much fun,” he says.

I still can’t even believe we’re even doing this, or the fact it made its way on to the annual Christmas festivity list.

“Well, if no one is too badly hurt or frozen by the end of it, there’s Carols by Candlelight tonight down by the skating rink,” Travis says.

I ribbed him all week about becoming a daddy again and keeping it from me, even though I get why he did. It’s made me believe even more that I’d love to have a kid or two some day. And I can see it in my future. The way Ainsley loves and looks after the kids that come into the library, and the fur babies, already tells me she’d be a great mom somed ay. The thought of her being pregnant with my kid excites me.

As I glance up, Travis narrows his eyes. “You still thinking about the snowball fight?”

I shake off the notion for a moment because I need to keep my eyes on the game. “Yup. And it’s gonna be just as good as your fancy Rockefeller Center ice skating rink,” I tell him.

Travis piques a brow and gives me a look that says, good luck with that . “You sure?” Not that he gives me time to answer. “Though, I have to say you and Ains have done wonders filling in for me and Pres while we’ve been busy with April this year.”

I grin. “Any time. Happy to knock you off your perch.”

“You wish,” he jibes back.

When I see Ains waving toward us, I jog over and wrap her up in my arms. Under our jackets, we’re both wearing the same reindeer sweater, complete with a red bobble nose that juts out from the center of his face.

That night last week at the library was so fucking hot. I remind her of it every day, and that we should make it a once a week feature. Something I’m yet to convince her of.

Maybe once a month might be a little more realistic. Taking her over her desk while still in her uniform, pulling her ponytail, is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my life. Something I vow I will do again on a regular basis.

It’s early days with us yet, but we have a strong connection, and we both want to be in this long term. Hell, we’ve already said we love each other numerous times.

I’m also glad that it looks as though Drake will get what he deserves and should likely serve up to a year in jail for simple assault against Ainsley. Though she still maintains he needs professional help and treatment for his alcohol addiction. Only time will tell.

The rumor mill is already circulating that he’ll be moving back to his parents’ town somewhere just on the border of Wyoming and Idaho. Away from here, anyway. There is a restraining order against him so he won’t be able to come near her again. And I’m really hoping this time he isn’t stupid enough to violate that after all the trouble and trauma he’s caused my girl.

“You ready for the snowball fight?” I land her on her feet and bend to peck her on the lips.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” She laughs. It’s taken the past two weeks to have her not looking over her shoulder everywhere she goes. I think it’s eased her mind now that she knows Drake will be out of town permanently, and she can work on trying to put the past behind her.

She’s decided to burn the letter to her dad with me tonight, and I’m so proud of my girl for telling him no and doing what she wants to do this Christmas.

Valerie is doing so much better every day. I’ve been around at her place doing some handyman jobs while Ainsley helped her decorate for Christmas, and made sure she isn’t trying to do too much. For Christmas day, she’s going to spend it with us at my parents’ house.

Little Ginger is now officially ours. He was never claimed, so we’ve officially adopted him and are co-parenting just fine between our places. Fudge has taken him under his wing, and the two of them are inseparable. Fudge is trying to teach him the cat flap situation, but he’s still a little too small for that. It’s pretty cute, though, watching them curl up together and fall asleep in the same bed. We’re even going to take them both to see Mr and Mrs Curruthers soon for a visit.

Ains and I spend most nights with each other, over at one of our places. I’m sure in the future she will give up her rental and we will move in together. I want her to be ready. I want it all with her. I’d love to make her mine and marry her one day and take her off the market for good.

All in good time.

“What are you smiling about?” she whispers as Marley and Trav walk over to some of the other adults arriving. I see Jake with their rescue dog, Muffin, and Rich and Justin hoping to get in on the kids’ snowball fight. Realistically, they’re big kids themselves, so they will fit right in.

“Thinking about what I’m going to do to you later,” I say, nibbling on her ear while no one is looking. “Over and over again.”

“You have to survive this snowball fight and tell everyone the ground rules first,” she giggles. It’s pretty easy. We’ve set up the hay bales down two sides of the park. There’s two people per team, and they get to launch snowballs at the other team from behind their bunker, while trying to run to the next bunker to take shelter.

The adults will score per team how many hits each team gets, and the winners will get a two hundred dollar voucher from The Toy Playground in town to spend on anything they want. Justin and Rich have both agreed to help, though I think they’re going to be doing more snowball launching at each other than some of the kids. If we break the Wyoming record for the biggest snowball fight, it’ll be even better.

“Then I can do you?”

She nods against my shoulder and I feel half a chub coming on, even out here in the freezing cold. “Any which way you want.”

“Promise?” I pul l on the reindeer bobble in the middle of her jumper, sliding my hand inside her jacket and over to her tit for a quick squeeze.

“Promise.” She smiles, not even bothering to brush my hand away.

And even standing out here in the freezing cold, with the snowfall cloaking over us, the biggest snowball fight in Wyoming about to begin, I feel like I’m home. Because I’m with her.

“I love you, My Little Librarian. ”

She reaches up to give me another quick kiss. “I love you, too, sexy Daddy. ”

And that right there soothes my soul, right to my very core.

THE END