I nodded, staying silent because I couldn’t trust my voice. But I took his offered hand and let him tug me out of the diner. My heart still ached but the weight of it felt different, lighter and brighter. Like maybe it didn’t matter that love didn’t make sense, that I wasn’t confident I deserved it, but I had it anyway.
The sun hit my face, and I knew then that I was no longer running away from anything.
I was finally running towards something.
My future.
Chapter Epilogue
Falcon
Six Months Later
Vivian straddled my hips, raking her nails down my chest while sunlight spilled through the window, gilding her skin in gold. Her hair was a wild mess falling around her shoulders, her lips swollen from my kisses. Her smile was lazy and happy. “I can’t believe this,” she murmured, her voice rough from a mixture of sleep and pleasure. “I just started working again.” She rocked against me, her slick heat gliding over my cock in a slow, torturous rhythm.
My fingertips dug into that perfect curve of her hips. A low grunt escaped when her pussy dripped onto my cock. “You’re not gonna make me feel bad about putting a baby in you.” My grin was pure sin, the kind that made Viv roll her eyes right before she kissed me.
Her laughter broke on a moan when I pushed my hips forward, sliding between her sweet, damp folds. “You’re so impossible.”
“Yeah,” I said with a slow grin before thrusting up again. “But you love me anyway.”
Her head fell back, and her eyes fluttered shut. “Yes.” The word slipped out on a sigh as she ground down on me, lost in the friction. It was a beautiful fucking sight to witness but I needed to see her.
“Eyes on me, babe.”
Her head snapped up, pupils blown wide as she met my gaze. I watched her take me in with nothing but love in her eyes. Every bruise, every scar, and every piece of me she’d claimed for herself. “I love you,” she whispered.
Those words never got old. “Love you more. Always.”
Her smile grew as she pushed her feet into the mattress and gripped my cock, lifting up before she slowly sank down on me, coating my cock in her sweet fucking honey. The sound she made was pure heaven, low, broken, absolutely fucking beautiful. She fucked my cock with purpose, her rhythm steady, her body glowing with sweat each time she impaled herself on my length.
“Can’t get enough of you,” she panted, bracing her hands on my chest as her hips moved faster. She was gorgeous in ecstasy, the jiggle of her tits more prominent now because of the pregnancy.
“Then don’t stop,” I growled, sliding my hand up her spine, catching a full handful of her hair. “Show me how bad you want me.”
She did. Every stroke. Every shiver and every moan was her worshipping and possessing me. Her pussy started clenching around me. Her thighs trembled and her voice broke when she came hard, my name the word that fell from her lips like the world’s oldest prayer.
“Fuck, babe,” I bit out, flipping our positions so I could drive into her, deep and steady, her favorite combination. I caught one perfect nipple between my fingers, circling and pinching it while I pounded into her, lost in the sound of her breathless gasps and ragged moans. “This pussy,” I growled. “She’s drenched. So greedy for me.”
Her lips tilted into a smile even as she moaned. “So give her what she wants, Falcon. All of you.”
I loved it when she said shit like that back to me and I lost it right then. I let go, hips snapping hard as I pinched her nipple harder as I came hard and deep inside her perfect body, relishing the way her sweet pussy clenched around me again. “Fuck babe, you milk my cock so good.”
She shivered at my whispered words, letting out a contented sigh when I wrapped her in my arms and in that moment, the world narrowed down to nothing but us and the sound of our breaths. The way she looked at me with a soft smile and love shining in her eyes. It was as if she saw all the pieces of me and still chose me.
“I fucking love you,” I said, my voice rough, thick with emotion.
Her fingers traced my jaw, a soft smile curved her lips. “I am so in love with you. And I’m happy we’re giving TJ a brother or sister.”
“Me too.” My heart hammered in my chest as the honest words left my lips. When Viv told me she was pregnant a few days ago, something primal had shifted in me. It was pride and peace and possession all tangled up in one big mass of messy emotions. But more than that, I knew what I wanted next. “There’s just one problem.”
Her fingers paused and her brows knitted together. “What problem?”
Before Viv could answer, I brushed a soft kiss across her lips before reaching beyond her to the nightstand. She let out a low moan when my cock slid deeper, hitting that spot sheloved so fucking much. She was still wet—or wet again—as she tightened around me.
“Oh fuck,” she hissed out, pushing her hips forward to take even more of me.
I grinned just as my hand wrapped around the box I’d hidden in the drawer and pulled back. “Viv.”
