I tell himyesabout a million times. Or is it one? I have no idea.
I doubt Knox hears me as he growls and comes deep inside me. Hot cum fills me to the brim, trickling down the insides of my thighs while Knox is still buried in my pussy.
For what feels like minutes, he keeps bucking, still murmuring my name.
My man slides his hand to the front of my throat, lifting me to him.
The look in his eyes isn’t that of a beast anymore. Love rolls off him, maybe even softness.
Our bodies are flush against each other, joined. Bound together forever.
Tears prickle the corners of my eyes, and I raise my hand to cover his.
“You’re my favorite person.” His thumb brushes along my jaw, rough and smooth at the same time. “Only you. No one’s ever come close.”
“Wrong, I’m your favoriteeverything.” My smile is watery and full of love.
“That’s true.” He pulls out, turning me around. My breath hitches because he’s being so sweet by kissing my temple andsodirty by shoving his cum into my sore pussy. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Let’s.”
A crow caws somewhere above us, as if locking in our vows.
We both smile.
Then we get into the truck and drive toward our bright, perfect future.
EPILOGUE
Skylar
Six years later
Ababy cries in the back of our butcher shop. A sweet wail that drifts to the front, where I arrange the place before opening.
A smile pulls at my lips as I wipe down the counter.
Some might think it strange to hear a sound like that in a place like this.
Not us.
Trouble’s Cuts is our home away from home.
“Vada, what’s this?” From the back, Juno’s little voice rises. “No crying while Daddy and I cut the cows.”
“Skin, Junebug.” I hear my husband correct gently. “We’re skinning them. And Vada can cry. Remember what Mama and I always say? As long as you’re not hurting anyone, you and your siblings are free to do and say anything you like.”
My smile widens, but I stay right where I am. I don’t offer to help him with the kids. Even though they probably do need me—yes, definitely, now that both of them are howling—I stay put.
I’m listening in on their sweet interactions without interrupting them because Knox is such a great father.
We’ve been through a lot since we escaped Colbert. Here in Manhattan, we’ve finally found our peace.
Our life isn’t quiet. It’s messy, noisy, beautiful.
It’s ours.
“When can I start skinning too, Dad?” Cass pipes up, the sound of his sneakers goingbump, bump, bumpmakes it clear he’s bouncing with impatience. “I cleaned aaallll the blood. I always do. Lemme skin!”
