And I realized that everything was going to be all right. It was going to bemorethan all right.
Epilogue
Knox
Three years later.
Gwen fisted her hands in my hair and pulsed her hips against my mouth as she let out a quiet little squeak.
I savored the taste of her on my tongue as I switched from lapping her up to sucking the tiny nub of her clit.
She let out a series of shuddering breaths and clamped her thick thighs against my head, holding me in place. She didn’tmeanto do it, but she did it every time she came.
I secretly loved it.
When her thighs relaxed, I shifted my kisses from her sweet pussy, up her rounded belly, to the tips of her breasts. Then on to her neck, where I spent some time savoring her, before finally arriving at my destination.
Then I kissed her withallthe love in my heart.
Gwen and I had started off strong and only gotten stronger since then.
She nuzzled my neck and whispered, “Now it’s your turn. I think we have enough time.” I felt her shifting and knew she was checking the baby cam. “And Sampson’s still asleep.”
Sneaking away for sexy fun time was harder with a toddler underfoot, but neither of us would trade him for the world. He was the cement that glued us together. The reason our hearts beat in our chests.
Kissing my wife again, I rumbled, “Nope. I get a raincheck. This isyourday. Not mine.”
She gave me her most seductive bedroom eyes as she fondled my hard cock through my pants. “YouknowI can be fast.”
That was true. My woman could make me come just from breathing on me sometimes. I was hot for Gwen. Had been from the first second I saw her, and if anything, my need for her had only grown stronger with time.
I chuckled and stepped away. “Nope. The guys are going to be here any second. And you need to hurry up and get ready. We took too long already.”
As if to prove my point, Sampson, who we called Sammy for short, roused in his bed and called out, “Momma?”
Hopping on the intercom, I told him, “I’ll be right there, Sammy-Cakes.”
Gwen groaned. “When will it be time for just the two of us?”
“We’ll get time, hon.”
She didn’t know it yet, but I had a surprise vacation planned for next month.
We hadn’t taken much of a honeymoon when we got married. It had been a fast affair, with just our closest friends and family present at the courthouse. We’d put all our money towards buying the house with all those lilac trees.
But now I’d saved up enough to take her to one of those all-inclusive tropical resorts. It was going to be a three-year delayed honeymoon. Tickets were booked, and we’d leave for Jamaica in less than thirty days.
And I’d secretly called all her hair appointments for that week and rescheduled them.
Just like I’d promised, I’d converted the small building on our property into a mini-hair salon for Gwen. She catered to the quiet mountain types who didn’t want a lot of fuss, but needed to come in for a semi-annual haircut or beard trim.
And I was still at the sawmill. I’d managed to work my way up the ladder, and now I supervised the early morning shift at the mill. Being a ranger had taught me how to take charge and get a team working in the same direction. I figured I could run the whole place someday, whenever Natalie Harrington decided to let go of the reins.
Gwen was going to freak out completely when she found out about the trip, and I couldn’t wait to see her face.
But that love-fest would have to wait. Because today was Daddy Day.
I headed down the hall, grabbed Sammy out of his bed and hiked him up onto my shoulders as the front doorbell rang.
