She comes with a sharp cry. I pick her up, throw her on the meticulously arranged bed next to us, then pull my suit jacket off as I stare her down. My eyes selfishly skirt all over her, at the gown she pulled up for me so I could see her juicy pussy and her toned thighs as they press together before opening for me fully. My sweet little angel knows I love to watch. She’s always been the woman of my dreams, and now I finally get to have her till the day I die.
I tower above her, pulling the top part of her dress down until her breasts sway out of the material. Her rosy, taut nipples taunt me, and I stoop to take one into my mouth. I bite, and kiss, and lick, and work my cock back inside her warmth at the same time.She arches her back, and I can feel her hands between us, pulling her pussy lips open so she can accommodate me again.
I’m about to make a fucking mess of her with my cum, and I dareanyoneto come knocking at the door of this room when they hear her calling my name between her loud moans.
Epilogue One
Rowan
Three months later
I’m standing in front of the main window that oversees the front yard. The first snow of the season falls from the sky, and everything around the house is white. It’s so quiet, so still—and for the first time in months, so is the chaos in my mind. Tendrils of heat sear around my body from the hearth below the flat screen TV that we never watch. It’s so fucking warm inside, and normally, I would’ve turned it off. But my wife loves the heat, so I always leave it on.
Footsteps approaching from somewhere else in the house get my attention.
“Sir,” Saint says carefully, followed by the sound of something heavy touching the wooden floor.
I turn my body to see him standing in the middle of the living room with his two suitcases waiting nearby. He keeps his faceneutral, but I can sense the restlessness rolling off of him. He doesn’t think he’s really leaving tonight. I’ve tricked him before, after all.
“How are you getting home?” I ask him. “Anyone picking you up?”
“I haven’t… I didn’t know…”
I sigh. “You should’ve.” I take my Bentley key out of my pocket and throw it his way. He catches it with one hand, giving me an incredulous look. “Leave it at whatever garrison you live close to. I’ll arrange for someone else to bring it back.”
“You’re giving me… your car?”
“Lendingyou my car. And if I see as much as one scratch on it—”
I’m not really worried about it. But with Saint, you always have to keep him guessing, keep him on his toes. It’s how I managed to teach him discipline—the kind that both he and his father will be thankful for, and not the kind my father wrecked my entire childhood with.
“You won’t. Thank you, sir.”
“Go now. And I hope it goes without saying that I never want to see your face around here again. Next time I hear about you, it better be something to be proud of. Got that?”
My words may be cutting, but my tone is not. I keep it light this time, and he senses it, offering me a smirk as he says, “Yes, sir.”
I turn back to the window and hear him pick up his suitcases again. He distances himself from me, and right before I glimpse him open the main door, I lower my voice and say, “Just don’t get it twisted, Saint.” He stalls. “If I ever hearanyrumor about anything that went on in my house, I’ll blame it on you. And I will hunt you down and make sure you’re never getting anything you want in this life. Do you understand?”
I expect him to quiver, to be taken aback by the threat. But it seems my work here with him really is done.
A grunt of understanding, and then, “I respect you a lot, sir. And I always have, even since before you brought me into your home. This experience humbled me, yes… but it also opened my eyes to the kind of man I want to be. You’ve got everything. And one day, I hope to have the strength to get my everything, too.”
My lips curl into a faint smile. I nod, knowing he won’t be saying a word to anyone. Then he’s gone.
I breathe out, relieved that it’s just me and Dove in our house now. The chef has gone home, and so have the maids. I’m drooling on the carpet at the filthy thoughts I have in mind for me and my wife. As if on cue, her sweet voice reaches my ears as I feel her hands wrap around my torso from behind.
“You didn’t need to be so mean to him,” she says.
I smile fully now and bring her in front of me, then wrap my hands around her thighs to perch her up on the window ledge. She gasps but melts into me when she’s seated.
“You’re sweet enough for both of us,” I tell her.
My hand comes on top of her head, caressing her beautiful hair as she looks up at me with her big brown eyes. They flicker with playfulness—and they have been for the past few months now. It’s now one of my favorite things about her. To see no worry cross her mind and no tears from a sinking of her heart—unless they’re from coming so hard her world rocks a little and she feels the need to cry.
“Cole called. Said he needed to talk to you about something. Why didn’t you pick up?”
I was already on my way to him when he called our home line, actually, but I don’t want her to know that. We went back to that town where Salister kept her, since a bunch of the men who fought by Cole’s side refused to leave their homes and move somewhere else. They’re rebuilding it now, bringing new life to it. I hated the sight of it—hated knowing they were there and didn’t help my wife when she needed it, even if they fought in therebellion after I took her out. I can’t forgive that, but after Cole told me what he went through and how Salister broke his own people, I can understand it. At the very least, they fought by our side. And yet, to me, they’re all as good as dead, which is why I gladly agreed to Cole’s decision to lead the groups from now on.
