“Can you feel how deep I am?” I whisper, lips against her ear. “Feel me right where our baby’s sleeping?”
“Yes—fuck, yes—it’s so much?—”
“That’s what you need, isn’t it? To be filled up. Fucked full. Marked all over again.”
She’s moaning now, louder, as I keep that brutal, perfect rhythm—slow, deep, claiming.
“Touch yourself for me,” I growl, guiding her hand down between her thighs. “I want to feel you come while I’m buried inside you.”
She obeys, desperate little noises spilling from her lips as her fingers move, fast and shaky. I thrust harder, hand gripping her hip to keep her right where I want her.
“You’re mine,” I groan. “Every part of you. Every moan, every breath, every fucking heartbeat. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps. “Yours, yours—fuck, I’m coming?—”
She shatters again, her body clamping down so tight around me it steals the air from my lungs. I follow with a guttural growl, driving into her as I come one last time, spilling deep, everything in me pouring into her.
We collapse together, sweat-soaked and panting. I kiss her shoulder, her neck, the back of her ear.
“Three rounds,” I whisper. “Still not enough of you.”
She laughs, breathless and spent. “Then what are you gonna do about it?”
I smile against her skin. “Guess you’ll just have to find out in the morning.”
EPILOGUE 2
Sam
So much has changed in the last year and a half.
My family's growing but so is Liam’s. And if I were a betting man, I’d say Phern and Will are about to make another announcement soon. I've seen the signs. The way she glows when she looks at him. The way he watches her like he’s still trying to believe she’s real. Like he’d go to war just to keep her safe. Hell, I’ve even caught them whispering to each other across the dinner table, her hand resting low on her belly when she thinks no one’s paying attention.
But I’m her brother. I notice things.
I smile to myself, lifting my chin toward the sky as the last golden rays of sunlight stretch across the fields. The breeze carries the scent of cut grass and honeysuckle, same as it always has out here. But now, it feels like more. Like legacy. Like home.
“Well, Ma. Pops. What do you think?” I ask quietly. “The ranch is still standing. And your grandkids are raising hell just like we did.”
Charlie slips out onto the porch, barefoot and radiant in that easy, effortless way she has. She curls her arms around my middle and rests her chin on my shoulder.
“I wondered where you were,” she murmurs.
“Just thinkin’.” I kiss her temple, breathing her in. “Excited about the rodeo tomorrow?”
“I am.” She smiles, settling into my side like she was made to fit there. “Ready to eat some of that delicious BBQ Teddy Birmingham’s been bragging about.”
I raise a brow, smirking. “You know, the last time we ate some of that BBQ, you got pregnant.”
She tilts her head up to look at me, eyes bright with mischief. “I’m counting on it, cowboy.”
That makes me laugh deep and full, the kind that rolls up from somewhere warm in your chest and settles into your bones. The kind that only comes from loving someone so completely, you forget what life was like before them.
“Tish make it in okay?” I ask once the laughter fades.
Charlie’s smile twitches, but there’s a glint of mischief in her eyes. “She did.”
I narrow my gaze. “Everything okay?”
