“I want you to play with me.”
I shift in my seat, my cock instantly growing hard in my jeans. “Well, why don’t you get started?”
She laughs softly. “What do you have in mind?”
“Are you still dressed?”
“Yes.”
Not for long. “Take off your clothes. Leave your heels on.”
“Consider it done. Anything else?”
“I want you collared and your hands cuffed behind your back.”
Her breathing picks up through the line, and I can’t wait to bury my face in her wet cunt.
“Wait for me like the good girl you are at the door,” I order. “Do you understand, Eve?”
“I understand.”
Click.
She hangs up, and I look in the rearview mirror, relaxing in my seat. Life is going to be different now. Better than I ever imagined it could be.
Bill was right. If my wife knew she might have another sibling out there, she would dig until she found what she was looking for. That night we sat in the cemetery talking about her mother, Eve told me that she had dug into her mother’s past after Bill saved her—Eve wanted to know if her mother had more children. I can’t let her spend her life chasing an idea of something. And what if she tries to get Haidyn on her side? Eve needs someone to put all their focus on her and that’s what I’m going to do.
I’m going to spend the rest of my life with the woman I love, and I’m going to make sure no one touches what’s mine.
EPILOGUE TWO
KASHTON
EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER
Bringing the car to a stop, I get out, grabbing the items off the passenger seat. Entering our house, I place the bouquet of flowers in the center of the kitchen island while I fill the vase with water.
I get my wife fresh flowers once a week. It’s something that she once hated but now loves.
Placing them in the vase, I put it on the dining room table. The curtains are open, giving the room ample sun for them.
“MOM?” Kennedy hollers rushing into the kitchen.
“She’s in the bedroom,” I inform our daughter.
She huffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I need to borrow her heels for tonight.”
“Where are you going?” Kaidyn questions his sister, throwing his backpack onto the counter.
“I’m not telling you.” She bites a piece off her banana. “Because you’re not invited.”
He snorts. “If there’s a party, I’ll be invited.”
Rolling her eyes, she places her cell on the kitchen island.
“Did someone yell for me?” my wife asks, entering the kitchen. She’s got her hair up in a messy bun and is wearing one of my T-shirts that hangs off one shoulder. The lack of bra makes my mouth water. My eyes drop to her tan legs, and she clears her throat to get my attention. I quickly glance at her neck to see if I left bruises last night. I smile when there’s nothing there other than the necklace I gave her last year for our anniversary. “The flowers are beautiful. Thank you.” She gives me a bright smile.
“You’re welcome, angel.” I kiss her cheek.
