Motorcycling along Route 66 still had to be done but Cassie was sure they’d get around to it, some day.
Caius had gone on his own journey to find happiness but that was not Cassie’s story to tell.
Much later, when the girls had been put to bed and their nanny was on the night shift, Cassie moved against Ares. His heat and strength and love surrounded her as they moved together in a dance as old as time.
His hand was splayed on her belly and another hand cupped her breast as he took her from behind, thrusting deep inside and taking them both on a languorous sensual dance.
He put his mouth close to her ear. ‘Remind me when we have to stop having sex?’
Cassie huffed a laugh. ‘Never…never stop.’
And then she cried out as her climax broke over her, and Ares gripped her tight as he followed her. They lay in sated bliss for long moments and then Ares pulled the sheet up and curled himself around Cassie’s body, arms stretching around her, to her belly, a hand over their son.
‘Thank you,’ he said into her ear, sleepily.
Cassie smiled and lifted his hand, pressing a kiss to it. ‘Thankyou, for coming back to me.’
‘Always and for ever,’ promised Ares.
