Epilogue

Epilogue

Vale

Five Years Later

I’m not supposed to be here. But I can’t stay away from my wife.

Across the street from where I’m parked, she is having an outdoor potluck with some of the other SEAL wives. She’s in her element in the outdoors, lifting her beautiful face to the sunshine, laughing along with the other women. Christ, I can’t take my eyes off her. When I met her, she was perfect to me. I had no idea she would get even better with time.

How is that possible?

How am I even more obsessed with her than I was in those first few days? How is my body holding it all together without imploding?

I manage to seem normal, going about my duties as a commander of the new recruits. Training them. Preparing them for combat. But I never stop counting the seconds until I’m back in her arms, where I feel like myself. Where I feel loved and happy. With my wife.

Our parents never accepted our relationship and we’ve come to terms with that. Truthfully, I think we’re better off without their negativity in our lives. It took me a while to coax out of Lula the things her mother said to her that night in the bedroom. Forgiving Vanessa would have been impossible for me anyway. She almost lost me the light of my life.

After a few weeks of awkwardness when we moved to base, people here started to accept our relationship, along with the annoyed military brass. I’m not their golden child anymore, which is great, because I never wanted to be. Lula and I are stepsiblings who fell in love, and our new friends are not only used to it five years later, they would defend us to anyone. They adore my wife—rightly so—and she has many champions in her corner.

None bigger than me.

I’m Lula’s number one fan. I marvel over her on a daily basis. While still in school and raising our first child, she started an outdoor meditation business that meets all over Coronado now. At the beach, in the parks, sometimes in our house. They do camping trips, too, of course. And I’m always there, quietly watching her from a distance. As I am now.

Over in the park, Lula takes a sip of lemonade and lies back in the grass, closing her eyes. Stretching her toes. Feeling the nature around her, I know. Communicating with it. Feeling totally uninhibited and comfortable in her perfect skin.

Normally I love to watch her meditate, but at the angle she’s lying, I can see down the top of her shirt to those full titties and my dick stretches the fly of my pants. My groan of her name is loud in the quiet car, my mouth dry with need. There’s always a need for her. It’s incessant. I banged her on the kitchen table this morning before our son and daughter woke up, my hand over her mouth to muffle the screaming, but it wasn’t enough. I need her pussy on a constant basis. I need it now.

She’s been planning this potluck for the last couple of weeks, though, and I can’t just interrupt the damn thing because I’m hard up for a Lula fix. Although it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve gotten impatient and stolen my wife from her friends. They all laugh about it, saying they wish their husbands gave them the same level of attention. They think it’s romantic—and in a lot of ways, I suppose it is. What they don’t know is that sometimes I have to bite down on a leather belt when I’m fucking Lula so I don’t sink my teeth into her precious skin, instead. They don’t know I lie awake at night watching her, counting eyelashes and freckles and breaths. They don’t know I track her phone and beat off to pictures of her in my office.

I’m out of control. I know that.

There’s just no way of reining in this passion for her.

She’s my princess.

The savior who brought me out of the darkness, helped me control the panic attacks and flashbacks. Lula urged me to meet with a therapist and I did—still do—employing a combination of psychology and meditation to feel steadier as a civilian. My therapist doesn’t know about this, though. How I stalk my woman.

How I unzip my pants, as I’m doing now, and slowly slip a hand inside, fisting my erection. Licking my lips at the sight of Lula’s tits. Teasing my cock up and down, imagining it’s her giving little mouth. She loves sucking me off. Especially when I’m in uniform. And now I think of the last time it happened. When we came home from a gala last week and she got down on her knees in that red dress, her matching lipstick smearing on my cock with every hungry suck of her mouth. How she whined and whimpered at the taste of me.

I’m breathing hard in the car now, my hand beginning to move faster.

I’m still watching her, wishing I was on top of that sweet body. Riding it.

My actions pause when she rolls onto her belly in the grass and sends me a pinkie wave.

Loud breaths echo in my ears.

I’ve been caught.

Hell, maybe I wanted to be caught. I barely hid my location.

I hold my breath when Lula stands up and says something to the other women. Then she walks to the far end of the park where way less people are congregated. Where there is no sunshine and dirt instead of grass. Big, towering trees that provide shade.

And cover. For what she’s obviously going to let me do.

Merciful princess.

With my heart rapping loudly in my chest, I drive out of my parking spot and leave the car much closer to where she’s now disappeared. I follow her with my dick huge and heavy in my pants, a single-minded need to fuck, my limp doing nothing to slow me down. Up ahead, I catch a flash of her yellow shirt, tucked into a white skirt, and pick up the pace. I’m aroused and sweating and desperate by the time I reach Lula. Her eyes are sparkling with love, and Jesus, she’s so beautiful it hurts, but there’s no time for flirting or greetings. Nothing.

I simply spin her toward the closest tree and yank up that skirt. Ripping the daisy-covered panties to her knees and burying my dick as deep as it’ll go. “Fuck!” I bellow into her neck, already rifling in and out of her tight wetness, my stomach smacking up against that round, juicy ass that drives me insane. “Hold on to the tree and tilt your hips for Daddy, baby. Come on. I’m hurting. I’m hurting so bad.”

“It’s all for you, Daddy,” she whimpers. “Take it.”

I’m a tenacious fiend for this woman and I let her know it, fucking her with unleashed possessiveness. Violent need. Obsession beyond belief. I tunnel my fingers into her hair and draw her head back, fucking her mouth while I take her body, raking my free hand down over her bouncing tits, lower to her pussy where I play with that pretty little clit. She’s wet as hell, dripping all around my thrusting flesh, down her inner thighs. All over my fingers while I stroke her, listening to her staccato breathing so I know when she’s ready to pop.

As is wont to happen, I’m suddenly overcome by a wave of affection for this woman. My best friend, my wife, the mother of my children. My stepsister. Love crowds into my throat and expands in my ribcage until I’m gasping for air.

“You look so fucking pretty lying in the grass,” I choke out into her neck. “I just want to be in bed holding you all day. Doors locked so you can’t get out. I want that all the time, princess. Is that bad? I want to be with you, inside you, looking at you all the time. All the fucking time.”

Her breath is starting to get choppy, her thighs trembling.

Close, close, close.

I crave her orgasm like a drug. More than my own.

“I love you looking at me. I love you inside of me.” Our mouths mate over her shoulder, wet and nasty and raw. “I just love you so much,” she finishes on a whisper.

And that’s always what does me in.

Hearing she loves me releases the hold on my balls and I start to grunt, stooping forward and pumping, pumping, pumping into her pussy like a lion impregnating his lioness. Isn’t that exactly what I’m doing? Isn’t getting her pregnant always the goal? Yes. Yes. I want more babies with her. A big, happy house full of laughter forever.

Lula is my heaven.

“I love you, too,” I ground out, stroking her clit as fast as I can so she climaxes with me—and thank God she does, back bowing, her channel tightening up and milking my length in that magical way of hers. I soak up the sounds of her cries, my own release ripping my stomach to shreds with its intensity. It’s like this every time I fuck her. Like it’s been years since the last time, when in reality it may have only been hours.

I’m insatiable for this woman. Always will be.

And as she turns in to my arms and sighs happily, looking up at me with unabashed love, I settle my mouth against her ear and let her know it.

THE END

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