Epilogue

EPILOGUE

" R eady to go home, Moonshine?" Owen asks, pulling her from my arms. Thank God, because as much as I love her, she was a heavy, dead weight.

"Can we go back to Disney World?" she asks sleepily.

Owen chuckles and I giggle lightly. "Maybe in a couple of years," Owen tells her, adjusting her in his arms and reaching out his hand for me to take. It's a gesture that speaks volumes, and Jack is silent as he watches us.

Just before we reach the door, Jack calls out, "If you're not good to her, I'll kill you. But if this is what you both want, then I'm happy about it."

Owen gives Jack a firm nod, and then we leave, heading out into the cold, dark night and climbing into a waiting car. I hadn't thought about how we were going to get home, but Owen thinks of everything.

Rory is belted into a booster seat and is out almost immediately.

"Poor baby. She had a long day."

I run my fingers down her hair.

"We all did." He gives me a tug until I'm closer to him as the car drives us through Boston. His hands are back on my face and in my hair, and then his lips are pressing to mine. "Everyone knows now."

I smile against him. "That they do."

"I might have to fire you."

I laugh. "No way in hell you are. I could change my mind about you any second, and I'm not losing out on a good job over a man."

"We'll negotiate then."

"A raise for me? Sure. I'm happy to negotiate that."

He smiles and then kisses me, his mouth moving voraciously over mine. His fingers toy with the diamonds in my ears as his tongue twists with mine. I don't need the diamonds, and I don't need the fancy books. I only need him and Rory to make me happy, and now that they're truly mine, a light giddiness sweeps through me.

Is it possible to ever truly get everything you want in this world? The guy, the kid, the work? I don't know, but right now I have a high unlike any other. I love that this is the start of us.

Twenty minutes later, we're home, and Owen is carrying Rory to bed.

"The number of times I've put this kid to bed without brushing her teeth makes me feel like the worst father."

I snicker. "They're baby teeth anyway."

He shakes his head as he kisses her forehead. "Night Moonshine. Love you."

I bend over her bed and drop a kiss into her hair. "Night Gingerbread. Love you."

Owen's eyes glitter up at me, brimming with love. My chest flutters at it, my fingers prickling with that ooey-gooey adrenaline burst I get whenever I'm near him. In my next breath, he scoops me off my feet, never one not to carry me if he can. I love that about him.

I love everything about him .

Even when he's being a surly jerk, he's still my surly jerk.

"You know this is your room now," he murmurs against my neck as he brings me straight to the bathroom. Yeah, I'd say it's safe to say we could both use a shower right about now. The man saved Willow's life tonight. He got us on a private jet and then into a helicopter and swooped in to save her.

"You saved baby Willow today," I tell him in awe, ignoring the part about how this is my bedroom now. "You're a hero."

He rolls his eyes at me as he peels off his scrub top followed by his pants. He doesn't see it, and maybe that's another thing I love most about him.

"Come here." His hands attack my clothes until I'm as naked as he is, and then I'm lifted once again, my legs wrapped around his as he brings me into the shower. He washes every inch of me, and I do the same with him, both of us silent and tired, but unable to stop our smiles as we catch each other's eyes in between rinses.

My hand grazes his cock, and I feel the hard length of it twitch against me. It makes my mouth water, and I drop to my knees.

Owen's eyes snap wide and slingshot down at me. "What are you doing?"

I smirk up at him as I grip him in my fist. "What does it look like?" My lips part, and then I suck him straight down my throat.

"Jesus Christ," he hisses out, his eyes closing and his head falling back. Firm fingers twine into the wet strands of my hair, and he holds me there with the head of his cock pressed against the back of my throat. It makes me choke and gag a little and I reflexively swallow.

A groan shreds from his lungs and heat races through me.

"Sweet thing…" It's all he's got as his grip slackens and I slide off, only to take him back down just as deep, swallowing each time I go. I do my best to flatten my tongue and breathe th rough my nose, but Owen is thick and long, and it's a struggle. With my hand still clenched around him, I pump him into my mouth, sucking and swirling the head of his cock as I do, paying extra attention to his slit and the sensitive underside.

He unravels at the seams, one hand slapping into the marble wall, the other still firmly locked in my hair, guiding me along. Strong hips piston forward as he mindlessly starts to fuck my mouth, groaning and grunting and moaning with every swallow and lick.

It's deliciously erotic, and nothing makes me happier—or wetter—than watching this strong man lose his mind in me.

The tile digs into my knees, and water is rushing over my back, but I don't care.

I continue to feed his cock into my mouth and then use my other hand to cup his balls.

"Ah, fuck. I'm gonna come, baby." He tries to pull me back, but there is no way in hell that's happening.

I look up, and our eyes lock, his a dark maelstrom of pleasure, and I grip him tighter and suck harder.

It drives him wild, and he pumps faster, watching me suck him off and gag with saliva dripping from my chin and tears running down my cheeks. On a loud roar, he cups the back of my head and holds me there as he shoots himself into my mouth. I swallow him down, taking in every drop he gives me, and then licking him clean when he's done.

"Fuck, I love you."

I giggle at that even as his hand curls around my arms and he hoists me back up. His lips slam down on mine, and he kisses me with abandon as he walks me back into the tile wall. His hand finds my clit, and he rubs me in tight circles. This man does not do slow, and he takes my already worked up body to new heights.

Just as I'm about to come, he flips me around and sinks straight into me. "Ah. Oh my hell. "

His chest presses against my back, his hands cup my tits and hold them firmly. I feel his lips dip by my ear, his breathing harsh as he pants, "Mine."

My eyes close as pleasure curls through me. "Forever," I manage.

Something about that sets him off. His teeth rake down my neck, roughly biting into the soft flesh of my shoulder. He starts to pound into me, holding me up and against him by tits that he manhandles in the best of ways. Squeezing and pushing and pulling. It's exquisite and brutal and everything I need from him.

His cock slides in with deep, powerful fucks, pressing right against my G-spot with each go. I'm short and he's tall, and I lean my face against the wall, arched up on my tiptoes as he sinks into me, all the while his mouth ravages my neck and shoulders.

His hand clasps my wrist and pulls it behind me, followed by the other one until he's locked them between his body. It puts me at his total mercy, binding me without rope. One hand slips to my hip, his fingers digging in for leverage, while his other goes back to abusing my breast.

I've never been fucked like this. Taken so absolutely where I'm surrounded and helpless and consumed. It has my pussy convulsing, squeezing his cock, and hungry for more.

Hard, deep, drowning thrusts nail me into the wall as his hand holds my hips back for the perfect angle. I'm going to come. I can feel my orgasm rising like the start of a tsunami.

"That's it," he bites sharply at me. "Take what I'm giving you. My cunt. My tits. My body. You're all fucking mine now, sweet thing."

"Owen—" I'm about to announce I'm coming like the warning before the wave hits, but it's too late. It washes over me and drowns me in its sweet, intoxicating pleasure. I cry out, moving and jerking, but to no avail with how he has me pinned. It heightens it somehow, bringing me to a level I had no idea I could reach.

His grip on me tenses, and he stills, coming with a muffled bellow as he smothers his face in my neck.

With ragged breaths, he slips out of me and turns me around, gathering me in his arms. He holds me for the longest time, just hugging and breathing and tickling me with the lightest of kisses.

Once we're both back on planet Earth, he shuts off the shower and wraps us both up in towels. We brush our teeth, and I put on a pair of panties he stole from me along with a T-shirt of his, and then I'm in his bed with the lights off and him wrapped around me.

"I meant it," he whispers in the quiet darkness.

"What?" I question with a yawn.

"I want you to move in here with me. Into my room. Into my bed." He pauses for a quiet beat. "Is that too much too soon for you?"

"No. I want that too. I like your shower."

He smiles against my skin, drawing one of my own to my lips.

"I love you," I say softly because I said it before when we were in the hospital, but it didn't count. Not fully. I love you needs to be spoken like this. When you're just two people and there's nothing but vulnerability between you.

"I love you." He blows out a breath and holds me tighter. "God, Estlin, I love you so much. I love how you love my girl. I love how I think about you all day and still can't wait to be with you. It's the real deal. We'll figure out the rest. I don't care about anything else. Everything changed between us the moment I had you in my arms again, and I'm never letting you go now that I've got you."

"I meant what I said. I'm not worried about it. I know that what we have is real, and I know that others will have opinions. So let them. They're not here, and they can't hurt us."

"So I can hold your hand in public?"

I roll over in his arms and look up into his dark eyes. He presses me against him, removing any space between us.

"You better. You're Owen Fritz. I have to stake my claim and let the world know you're off the market."

"I might need to marry you one day. Get you pregnant and give Rory siblings."

Holy shit. My heart takes off into a sprint. "I might be okay with that."

His lips press to mine, and then he's inside me again, our limbs intertwined, our breathing one, and I know it's how we'll be for the rest of our lives.