I fling the door open and glance down the magnificent hallway. I decide to go left and quickly notice how many doors line the wall. “What room is yours?”
Finn’s brow quirks up. “I stayed with you.”
“The whole time?” My voice rises, angry. “I was out for twelve hours. You need to take care of yourself. You should have been sleeping when I was.”
“I can’t sleep without you anymore,” he admits softly.
I turn to face him, trailing my eyes over every cut, every disheveled, perfect part of him. “Take me to a room.”
Finn scoops me up into his arms and opens the next available door. Inside is a huge bed, easily capable of holding two people. It also looks clean, so I’ll give our host a raving review just for that. He shuts the door behind us before placing me on my feet.
I turn back to face him, my hands on my hips. “You’re an idiot. How do you not see how head over heels in love with you I am? How I never fell out of love with you. I’ve wanted you, Finn Kinsella, for ten years. I need you like I need air to breathe. You’re my home. I want to build my life with you, as your wife.”
Finn reaches for me, his hands on my hips, dragging my body into his. His chest rises sharply as he exhales, and for a few moments, there’s nothing but the sounds of our breathing filling the empty room. He drops his face to my neck, placing a gentle kiss against the sensitive skin. “I love you, too,” he replies, his tone gritty and possessive. He lifts my hips, pressing his hardness against my pussy, grinding against me. A jolt of pleasure spikes through my veins, feeling how much he wants me.
“Fuck, Win,” he groans, the sound rough and desperate. “I love you more than anything. I would give up this life, the club, if you really wanted to. I just want to be anywhere you are. I love you. I fucking love you.” Finn kisses my cheeks, my chin, my jaw between each word. His arms clasp around my back, holding me tightly, as one of his hands comes up to cradle the back of my head. “You and me forever, Daisy.”
“Forever,” I whisper back, clutching him just as tight, letting the moment hang between us. My body sinks into his, while his hand strokes my back. In the quiet aftermath, with our future before us, I know deep in my heart, in my soul, that we are forever.Finally.
Epilogue 1
Finn, 3 months later…
The summer sun is finally starting to set, my favorite time of day, because Winnie will finally be on her way back to our home. In the months following Bianchi's death and mine and Winnie’s rescue, my brothers have helped me daily to restore the cabin and property. My favorite time to operate is while Win’s at work. I haven’t brought her back here since we returned. I didn’t want her to be reminded of that day any time we removed bullets from the walls or fences. Now that everything is back in its place, I plan for her to return tonight after her shift.
When we got back, and the club found out that Winnie and I were going to continue staying married, Hope and Prez were able to help her get a job at the local hospital. It isn’t as huge as the one she worked at in Atlanta, but the ER keeps plenty busy. Not that she complains; in fact, she seems happy with the slower pace. On those days, she usually gets out earlier, and we have more time for each other in the evenings. It's the perfect life, with the simplest domestic acts; yet, I’m happiest in those times.
Glancing again at my watch, I notice she should be here soon. Restlessly, I move up and down the porch, my gaze sweeping over the exterior. After the work done to it, no one would be able to tell that the cabin was the number one target of a shoot-out a few months ago. My hand moves over the glider rocking chair, right as the sound of tires on gravel reaches me. A slow grin pulls at my lips, and as naturally as breathing, my eyes search for her as she comes down the long drive.
Win parks next to my new truck, and my grin becomes larger when she steps out, and I see she had time to change out of her scrubs before heading home. On her feet are her brand new, chocolate brown, and teal cowgirl boots. Boots, I worked to supply her with in every color and style she wanted.
“Finn!” She rushes up the porch steps and launches her body into my arms. I catch her easily. “Oh my gosh, is the house ready? Does this mean we get to move back in?”
“Our house is ready, Mrs. Kinsella,” I respond, bending to pick her up bridal style. She giggles, her arms wrapping around my neck as I carry her over the threshold for a second time.
“It feels so good to be home!”
I laugh with her and set her back on her feet, keeping her hand in mine. “I was thinking we should celebrate tonight.”
Winnie’s eyes slide to mine, and a mischievous smile tugs at her lips. A look I’m very familiar with, and my cock is already hardening for the occasion. “Celebrate how?”
I pinch her jaw with my fingers and place a quick kiss on her lips. “The county fair is this weekend. I thought we could stop by and check out the rides, maybe get some food.”
Her eyes gleam, memories of our past rising to the surface. Her cheeks tinge pink, and her smile turns softer. Win’s hand lands on my chest, and she rises on her tiptoes to kiss me. “I love you, my husband.” Fuck me, I’m so gone for her anytime she calls me that.
“I love you more, Daisy.”
Win turns from me and drops her purse on the end table next to the couch, before walking farther into the living room. “As great as an evening out with you sounds...” She pauses, and the sound of a zipper coming undone fills the quiet. Winnie turns back to me, the front of her dress now hanging wide open. “I was really hoping we could have a night in, celebrating at our house.”
My throat tightens, and I find it hard to swallow while my eyes greedily eat up every inch of skin she’s exposed to me. She shrugs off the dress, and it pools on the floor, leaving her standing in just her lace bra and panty set, and those boots. I make up my mind that tonight I’m going to fuck her, wearing only those. “Whatever you want, Win.”
She crooks her finger, and I prowl toward her, scooping her up behind her legs and sitting down with her on my lap. Her knees settle on either side of me, and my hands rest on her hips. She reaches up, cupping my face. “Thank you for giving me this life, Finn.”
My grip tightens on her hips, holding her to me while I grind up against her. I can feel the heat of her pussy through the layers of our clothes. “This life means nothing without you in it. You’re my heart, Win.” My hands slide over her back, caressing every inch of warm, silky skin. My palms move under her bra, pulling the snap easily and helping her remove it. She trails her fingers down my chest, to the edge of my shirt. I sit up, helping her push it up and over my head.
I don’t give her time to linger and explore. My lips find her neck, trailing kisses along the sensitive skin and grazing my teeth just below her ear until shivers break out over her skin and she’s digging her nails into my shoulders.
“Finn,” she whispers my name in a breathy tone. The needy way she grinds against me makes it almost painful.
