I think I say his name.
Brady, Brady.
Over and over until I’m hoarse, but none of that matters.
His strong arms hold me up, and his voice echoes so roughly in my ear, urging me to come.
Vowing to love me forever.
And I love him so much I go off with a wild scream, rocking like mad on his cock as he fills me.
The world falls back into place so slowly, and he pulls out, turning me around and bringing me down on the day bed with a tumble.
“We should get inside. It’ll be cold out here soon.”
“Eventually. I want to see your face,” he says as he pulls me closer.
In no time at all, I don’t need to worry about the chill. He’s inside me again, and we both groan with relief.
I roll my hips, watching his eyes glaze.
“I want this forever. Can we do that?” I whisper.
“Forever,” he agrees.
“Promise me?”
“That’s the promise I made today, Sass. Won’t break it for anything while I’ve got a beating pulse.” He pauses his punishing strokes to bring my left hand to his mouth, kissing the rings. “Forever, Lena. You deserve nothing less, and you’re going to get it.”
Chills.
Nobody guarantees the future, I know, but tonight my man sounds like a prophet.
Later, as he drags me inside to the large bed to hold me with my head against his chest, listening to the soft drumming of his heart, I’m stoked to wake up to the rest of our eternity.
Epilogue
Double Dog Dare
(Lena)
Eight Years Later
Freya perches on the edge of the chair as I work. Ideally, I wouldn’t have my seven-year-old daughter with me, but sometimes life doesn’t ask.
Her small face is sharp and attentive.
The small, shriveled cat in front of us is clearly a stray. He’s missing one ear from suspected frostbite, and he’s severely underweight.
Poor little honey.
Even with the lick mat I’m holding in front of his face for a distraction, smeared with tuna-flavored food, the beast hisses as Dr. Vetol administers the first of many shots.
“Is he gonna be okay?” Freya whispers, blinking up at me with Brady’s sharp blue eyes.
When she was first born, those eyes were a shocker, but now they’re my pride and joy.
Is there anything better than walking around with my husband’s legacy, even when he’s not here?
