Epilogue

Five Years Later

James

I wake up to someone pulling at my beard. Another set of small hands joins the first and tugs at my hair, and then my face is being pulled in all directions.

A groan slips out, and I open my eyes to find two sets of blue eyes staring down at me. “Daddy is awake. I told you not to pull his beard!” argues the twin yanking my hair.

“It wasn’t me. You’re the one who woke him!”

I blink sleepily at the twins, turning my head to see my wife still asleep, her beautiful face resting on the pillow next to mine. I am not surprised that she hasn’t been woken by the commotion caused by the twins who decided to let themselves into our bedroom.

It’s been a busy couple of months for us, but Abby especially as she’s been supervising the inn’s renovations. Every five years, we work on updating part of the Pearl, and between taking care of the twins and managing the inn, my lovely wife needs all the rest she can get. It was beautiful watching Abby go from not caring much about the inn to it becoming one of her babies.

“Daddy, are you going to work today?” asks the twin pulling at my beard, who is now seated on my chest like it’s her own personal throne.

“No, pumpkin,” I say sitting up, unwilling to call her by the wrong name. The two look so identical, it terrifies me sometimes, and I am too sleepy to tell them apart at the moment. My wife has always been able to tell them apart from just hearing them talk, and I’ve never quite understood how she does it.

“Yay! Does that mean you’ll hang out with us today?”

“Can you make us pancakes? I want blueberry pancakes!”

“I want chocolate chips.”

“I want mine with ice cream!”

I yawn, climbing out of bed as the twins continue to list all the things they want with their pancakes. “How about you two go on ahead and brush your teeth, put on socks, and I’ll wake Mommy so we can all have blueberry pancakes.”

“And ice cream?”

I nod. “And ice cream.”

The two shriek and run out of the room, slowing down when I call after them to stop running. I walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth, my mind on the girls whose giggles make it down the hall. I hear them playing with the cat, and I figure they’ve forgotten all about my instructions.

Despite not being able to sometimes tell the twins apart, they are my entire world. The day we found out that Abby and I were going to have twins was one of my best days of my life, right next to the day the two were born.

Everything seemed to fall in place the day I met Abby on that road. All my uncertainties died, and I found a new purpose in creating a life for us. Heck, I even found a new passion when I started to help Abby make changes around the inn. I never thought my passion would be maintenance and renovation, but working with my wife to build the home of our dreams and keep alive a Valor Springs landmark has brought me a satisfaction I couldn’t have imagined.

This feels like a dream.

Sometimes a part of me thinks that this is some twisted fantasy, that I am still lying in that dirty field with gunshot wounds in my chest, slowly fading into oblivion, but then my wife looks at me or our daughters giggle, and I realize that this is in fact, reality.

My reality.

A soft hand circles my back before climbing up my chest and brushing my nipples with her fingers. She adds another hand, tracing it lovingly over my scars, and my cock begins to take notice.

“Hmm, you feel so good,” hums a sultry voice from behind me as those hands start tracing my firm stomach. My muscles clench when she palms my cock over my boxers, making it harden in seconds. “I heard someone promise us pancakes this morning.”

“I thought you were asleep.”

My wife chuckles, her voice heavy with sleep and so goddamned sexy. “It’s impossible to sleep in a house of giggling toddlers,” she says, reaching into my boxer and stroking my cock, making me groan when she takes me in her slender hand. “I wanted to sleep a bit more, but since you are making the sacrifice to fix us breakfast, I thought I should help wake you up.”

“And how do you intend to do that?” I ask, turning around to face her, and my breath is stolen at how gorgeous she is with her strawberry blonde hair a mess and those eyes heavy with sleep and lust, and she’s all mine.

Christ, it’s been five years since this gorgeous girl walked down the aisle to me with that beautiful smile on her face and eyes brimming with happy tears. Our family watched us vow to love each other forever, and it feels like it was just yesterday. My love for my wife hasn’t faltered once through the years. In fact, it seems to have grown to an obsessive level.

I see only her.

I want—will only ever want—her.

“You want to know how I’ll help wake you up?” she asks with a sly smile. “How about I show you instead.”

I watch with dazed eyes as the most perfect girl—my perfect wife—reaches back to lock the bathroom door, then drops down to her knees. Desire punches through me at the vision she creates. From her position, I can see the outline of her perky tits, nipples poking at the thin material of her top, and I notice the small red marks I left on her cleavage from our lovemaking last night.

With her eyes locked on mine, she tugs down my boxers, and my cock bobs out, the tip red and angry, leaking precum. I draw in a sharp breath when she leans down and kisses the head. “Hmm, I see you’re up already,” she teases, watching me from under her lashes as she licks at the precum. Her eyes close with a moan when she tastes me on her tongue, and fuck, she’s quite a sight.

A fucking tease, my wife!

“Fuck, baby, you are driving me insane with that sexy mouth!” I say hoarsely, combing my fingers through her hair and gripping a fistful to bring her mouth closer to my throbbing shaft.

“You mean like this?” She makes another humming sound as she drags the flat of her tongue over my shaft, licking me like a popsicle, and I sway on my feet, my knees going weak. Only she can do this to me.

Only my wife can bring me to my knees. “You are killing me, gorgeous,” I growl.

Her eyes are full of mischief when she lifts them to mine. “I can do more.” I don’t get to process what she means before she swallows my cock, taking my entire length into her sexy mouth and down her throat, so fucking deep that my balls smack her chin.

Fuuuck!

A hoarse cry climbs up my throat and tears free as she holds me in place for a few seconds, letting me savor the soft texture of her mouth and the feeling of her throat pulsing around my length, before pulling away, gasping and coughing, but there is a smile on her face.

Two more seconds, and I would have come, flooding her mouth with my seed.

“Up!” I demand, grabbing her arm and dragging her to her feet, my balls mere seconds away from exploding. I bend her over the sink, and she giggles, arching her back teasingly at me. My cock is throbbing with need as I yank down her sleep shorts and slip a hand between her legs to find her folds wet and slippery with arousal. “You’re fucking dripping, baby. Did you like it, taking me down your throat? Did that turn you on?”

“Yes.” She whimpers when I slide my middle finger into her entrance, her tight sex clenching around my digit when I start thrusting it in and out of her. “Oh God, James. I need…”

“What do you need?” I rasp, fucking her hole with my finger until she’s bucking against me, her cries carrying, making me grateful for the solid wood of the bathroom door. “Tell me!”

“Your cock,” she sobs, her eyes turning glassy in the mirror, and I watch her, drinking in her expression as I pull my finger out of her tightness, replacing it with my cock. Her eyes roll back when I push my fat cock into her, fingers splaying on the counter as she braces for it. “Oh God… Oh!”

I slam forward, bringing my hand to her mouth and muting her scream. She bucks under me, her sex clenching around me as I begin pounding my shaft into her, riding her fast and rough. She is drenched, her sex taking me smoothly as she whines and moans behind my hand. “We don’t want you making too much noise now, do we? We’ll have to stop if the little ones hear us. You know that, right?”

She nods frantically, her eyes rolling back when I drop my hand from her mouth to wrap it around her throat. Her sex clenches around me, and she bites her lip to stop her cries, letting me know how much she likes my hand on her. “You’re mine, Abigail Davidson!”

“Yours!” she sobs.

“I’m going to flood this pussy with my come, fill you with my seed, and mark you, remind everyone that you belong to me.”

“Oh, God, yes… Want it!” she cries out, gripping hard on the edge of the counter as I work her pussy, and all I can think about is getting her pregnant again. The twins are now four, and they could use a sibling. It’s almost as if my wife can read my mind because her glassy eyes connect with mine in the mirror, and she says, “I stopped taking the pill.”

Fuck!

I spread her thighs wider, gripping hard on her hip as I rock my cock into her, every pound violent and feral, slapping a hand on her mouth to mute her pleasured sobs. Our lovemaking is brutal, but we love every second of it, and when we climax, we come together. She jolts hard against me, her sex cinching tight around my cock, pulsing wildly and triggering my own orgasm. I bury my face in her neck as I feel my body give in to the weight of pleasure, muscles spasming rapidly as I bury my seed in her trembling sex.

“Fuck, baby!” I growl into her neck, driving my cock harder and faster into her until she’s milked me of every drop. I slump against her back as my muscles turn to mush, my breathing as heavy as hers. “Fuck, I love you, gorgeous,” I rasp, brushing her hair to the side and leaning down to kiss her shoulder.

“I love you,” she breathes, turning her head slightly to the side for a kiss. What is meant to be a simple brush of lips quickly shifts into a full-on mating dance as our tongues slowly slide together. I groan into her mouth, and she makes a low mewling sound at the back of her throat as we deepen the kiss. My sated cock gives a twitch, nearly ready to go another round, when a scream fills the air.

“Daaad!” comes another cry from one of the twins, followed by, “The cat stole my socks!”

“No! They were my socks!”

My wife laughs into the kiss, pulling back before breaking into a full-on belly laugh as we hear the twins argue in very high-pitched tones about whose socks the cat just stole.

“We should probably go check out what’s happening,” she says, turning around and wrapping her arms around my shoulders before pecking my lips. “I love you, James Davidson. I will forever be thankful to the town for putting up that billboard, and to you for stopping.”

“I love you.”

She smiles, pecking my mouth once more before pulling away from the embrace to straighten her clothes. “How about you grab a shower, and I’ll play judge and jury between the kids and Whiskers. Something tells me Whiskers is guilty.”

I laugh, forever amused by the unspoken feud between my wife and her cat. “I trust you’ll make an unbiased judgment.”

“I’ll try.” She winks. “Get ready and find us in the kitchen; I’ll make you some coffee to fuel you before you make us those pancakes you promised the kids.”

“Sounds great.”

In fact, it sounds perfect. I could spend five more years, a decade, a hundred years, waking up to such mornings. A perfect morning with a perfect family.

And it’s all mine.

~The End

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