Epilogue Anna

"What are you doing, Ryan?"

He grunts and I squeal as I find myself flying over his shoulder. "I need you now. It's been too long."

"You've only been gone for a couple of hours!" I holler, laughing hysterically, out of breath and yet turned on.

He throws me across the bed and grins, slowly pulling his pants off and swiveling his hips like he's on Magic Mike.

My mouth falls open and I flush, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth.

"Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" He yanks me to the edge of the bed and I squeal, trying not to choke on my own laughter.

"You are so bad. You know that I was talking to Rose in town today and she was talking about her little pussy and I almost died. I couldn't even breathe."

Ryan grunts. "Try and control yourself because I need some attention, woman."

I sit up and yank my chef coat over my head, smirking when his aquamarine eyes narrow and glitter with desire. "Let me help you with that."

And I reach out and grasp his thick length, running my fingers along his throbbing erection and slipping over the top, coating his tip with his own pre-cum. He groans and I lean my head down and take a long, slow lick of him.

He grunts and his hands fist in my hair, tugging hard. "You are a little dick tease, baby. Give me that mouth."

I open and let him slide his cock inside my mouth, holding my jaw as wide as I can around his huge member. I gag as he thrusts in and out and slips his silky, hard cock over my tongue. I lick and suck like my life depends on it and like I can't get enough. Because I can't. He tastes delicious. Salty and manly and just plain mine.

He pushes in and out harder until his face is red and he's panting wildly.

Then he yanks me off and grunts, muscles straining. "As good as your mouth feels, I need that pussy."

I lean back on the bed and he yanks my work pants off and I rip my bra off.

As soon as I'm bare, he slips a finger inside my pussy and groans. "You're ready for me already? That's my girl."

He reaches down and lines up with my wet slit and then thrusts…hard. I gasp, arching into him.

"So full. So damn full. Oh, don't stop."

"Never. Never, baby."

And he pounds into me, my body stretching and fluttering around his steely length. Grinding, rolling and twisting, he manages to hit every damn spot. Every damn place until I feel that tingling, burning fire wash over me and I throw my head back, screaming.

"Yes, yes, Ryan! Yes, baby!"

He grunts and groans and then stills, his body twitching and jerking as he paints my slick, fluttering walls with his seed.

He falls across me and then gasps out my name, kissing me lightly on the cheek.

"I'm sorry that was so fast, baby girl. I just needed you all damn day."

I crack an eyelid and laugh. "If you did that any better, I'd be a puddle of mush on the floor." I groan and shift, my cheek on his furry chest. I run my fingers through his silky hair, fingers tickling his ribs, grinning when he growls and grabs my hand.

"Stop that. Bad girl."

"That's not what you were saying a minute ago."

"Behave."

"That's coming soon enough." His brow scrunches and he narrows his eyes at me.

"What does that mean?"

"It means that even though we haven't been together that long, you've managed to knock me up. So we're having a baby."

His mouth hangs open and then he sits up, his chest rising and falling rapidly. My fingers trace his chest, my heart pounding.

But he halts my play and stares at me. "Are you serious right now? I just threw you all over the place and you're pregnant?" He throws his legs over the side of the bed and stands up abruptly. "Should we go to the hospital? I would never hurt you. Why didn't you tell me?"

I watch his frantic dressing and lean back, smiling. "Ryan." He keeps mumbling and shoving his feet in his shoes without even putting socks on.

"Ryan!" His head jerks around and he stares at me, wide-eyed. "I'm not made of glass. You didn't hurt me. Stop fussing."

"Are you sure? We should get you checked…"

"I swear. If you don't get in this bed and cuddle with me, I might cry."

Horror streaks across his handsome face and he throws his clothes off and jumps in the bed, his arms tightening around me. "Are you okay?"

His searching gaze warms my heart. I touch his cheek gently and he turns his lips into my palm, kissing me softly.

"I love you so much, Anna. I would never hurt you. Never betray and I will never, ever leave you."

I smile and kiss his serious face gently, my lips caressing his. He rubs his cheek along mine and I sigh. "I know that. I trust you, baby. I love you more and more every day. You're the man that I dreamt of for all those years that I didn't find love. When I met you, I knew I met my future."

His eyes glow with love and devotion. His chest rises and falls rapidly and the scent of him coils around me, holding me in thrall. "I was always meant to be yours."

"Same, Ryan. I can't believe how lucky I am."

"Not nearly as lucky as me."

I curl up into his chest and let him hold me tight. Sigh and close my eyes, letting peace settle over me.

"No matter how bad my day has been. How busy the restaurant, how many complaints, how many accidents, how many blasted missing deliveries, it all fades into the background when I feel you in my arms. It's all good then. Nothing else matters but you." He kisses my belly and rests his hand on it. "And now this little one."

"I live for coming home to you so I think that we're even."

And my eyes close, my heartbeat slowing, finally content. Finally knowing that I'm home.

Finally where I've always known I belonged. With the love of my life and our future family.