Epilogue

EPILOGUE

ELLA

I had to have my husband, and I couldn’t wait until we got home to do it.

That was my thought as I watched Zane pose for the Rosewood Ridge Volunteer Fire Department calendar. Proceeds were going to buy new equipment and make some upgrades to the fire hall.

Zane had been hesitant to participate, but the photographer from the newspaper was taking the pictures, and he let me sit in on the photo session. Having me there seemed to make all the difference.

“Can we take a detour?” I asked Zane as we started out of the fire hall.

I really had some work to get done before I picked up the kids from their playdate with our neighbor’s kids, but this wouldn’t take long. I could come at the side of the road within two minutes of him entering me, I was so turned on.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

But a smile was spreading over his face. Like me, he knew the value of just a few extra minutes together.

We’d been married six years—just long enough to have two beautiful children. Our sons, Toby and Sheldon, were five and three years old, and we’d just started talking about trying for baby number three.

Life was busy, though. The longtime staff reporter at the paper had finally retired, leaving the job open for me. But by then, I was already pregnant, and my boss had agreed to let me work part-time. He’d also hired another part-time reporter. We made it work.

He pulled off the main road, taking me to a popular spot for locals to look at the scenery…and other things. We’d had more than a few lunchtime quickies in that very parking lot, including on the rocks that overlooked the drop-off.

But today, he hopped out and headed straight to the back of the truck, popping the tailgate down. I met him back there, where he gestured for me to climb up.

I didn’t move, though. I was frozen by what I saw there.

“Did you plan this?” I asked.

His smile answered my question before he even spoke. “I had high hopes you’d be horny after the photo session, so I tossed some blankets back here. And a pillow.”

My eyebrows rose. I was impressed. My husband was nothing if not resourceful. He knew me. Just seeing him without his shirt, his jacket slung back over his shoulder, had done things to me.

Part of it was knowing that women would be hanging that on their fridges and walls and admiring him for an entire month. I heated up even more, thinking about it now.

Zane helped me up into the truck bed, and I scanned the parking lot around us, verifying it was still empty before removing my jeans and panties. He was already taking off his shirt, knowing I’d want to see his chest.

But he didn’t touch his pants yet. Instead, he moved between my legs, kissing his way up my thigh before settling on my already wet pussy.

I slid my legs up over his shoulders and closed my eyes, forgetting everything. Where we were, the fact that it was broad daylight, and the possibility that at any second someone could discover us here.

Actually, that last thought turned me on even more, so I held onto it as long as I could. But it slipped my mind as I began moving closer to orgasm. When I finally came, my back arched and I gripped the pillow behind my head, doing everything I could not to cry out. No one could hear us up here, but I wanted to be as incognito as possible.

When finally I came down, he lifted up. “Take off your shirt and bra,” he said. “I want to see you. All of you.”

As I did that, he unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants, pulling them down, followed by his underwear. He didn’t pull them all the way down, though. Just enough to reveal that he was hard. Rock hard.

Before he could move between my legs, I reached out and grasped his cock, running my fingers over his length. He sat up and I took the opportunity to lean forward, taking him in my mouth and moaning at the bead of moisture at the tip.

I loved knowing my man was hard for me. It turned me on more than anything.

Finally, he moaned. That was my signal to stop. If not, he’d come in my mouth. Not that I had a problem with that, but I wanted to feel him inside me, and he clearly wanted it too because as soon as I lay down again, he lifted my legs slightly, angling me in that position he knew would rub me just the right way.

Soon it wasn’t enough. I reached between us and touched myself, my finger moving over my slick clit in quick, rhythmic movements. The sight of him, eyes closed as he focused on holding out, pushed me over the edge, and I closed my eyes. This time, a cry escaped. This one was deeper, not quite the squeak I couldn’t contain the first time we’d made love. This was the sound of an experienced lover.

My orgasm had barely started when he let out a sound of his own. Loud and unrestrained. He even trembled a little before he spilled the last of his seed into me. And I couldn’t help but think that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if we got pregnant again. A girl this time. I’d always wanted a girl. If not this time, soon enough.

Once we were done, he pulled me into his arms and we lay there in the bed of his truck, staring up at the sky. “Are we ready to have another one?” he asked.

As usual, he knew exactly what I was thinking. We were on the same wavelength.

I nodded and looked up at him. “I’m ready. And this time it’ll be a girl.”

He smiled at me. “I’m pretty sure it will. That’s one thing I can’t control, though. If I could make sure we’d have a girl, I would.”

“You know, another boy wouldn’t be so bad. In fact, it’d be pretty awesome, if you ask me. In fact, we should go for a whole basketball team. And then they could shoot hoops at the fire station with you and the guys.”

He laughed. “Exactly. But I’d better get back to work. The guys are going to give me hell for taking so long to get my picture made for the calendar.”

I took a deep breath. I just wanted to stay here the rest of the day, but there was too much to do. There was always too much to do.

But I loved our life. As I settled into the cab next to my husband, I had a goofy grin on my face. Yes, everything was perfect, including our boys.

Things get steamy after a newcomer to town smokes up her cabin…and Grayson comes to her rescue. Get Book 3 in the Rosewood Ridge Fire series here .

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