Epilogue

A Year and a Half Later

 

Charlotte

She awoke in the night alone. The sheets, cool to the touch, hinted that he’d been up for some time. She threw back the covers and pulled on a robe. Shadows danced in the hallway, a glow coming from the baby’s room. Michael must have woken. She wondered if her six-month old wanted her.

Tip-toeing to the door, she peeked around the corner. Will stood in front of the window, silhouetted against the first rays of dawn. He swayed slowly, the baby’s head resting on his shoulder. When the floor creaked beneath her bare feet, Will turned to look at her.

It was near daybreak, but still too dark to see his expression. She watched as he moved slowly across the nursery and lowered the baby to the crib. She smiled to see her tall, strapping husband lay the tiny baby down. Will was an expert at settling the baby. He came to her and silently drew her from the room.

“You should have woken me,” she whispered once they returned to their room.

“You were up with him last night. You need your rest.”

After they’d gotten in bed, he gathered her in his arms. Nuzzling her neck, he scratched her skin with his short beard. She laughed softly.

“That front tooth is giving him a bad time,” Will muttered. “Hate to hear him hurting.”

“Maybe he’ll be done in the next day or two.”

“He’s getting big. Time for another one.” He sighed against her and tightened his embrace.

The warmth of his body sent sparks across her skin. Whenever Will talked about more children, her body responded with a surge of need. She pressed against him. Her breasts ached for his touch.

“Temptress,” he whispered.

“You do that on purpose, don’t you? Talking about wanting more children?”

He tugged the ribbons and pushed the gown over her shoulder. “I don’t know what you mean.”

She had a reply, but swiftly forgot it as he kissed a path to her breast and sucked the nipple. Desire swept through her, rushing across her senses and tearing small cries from her throat. He made her mindless. She writhed beneath him and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her breast.

He stripped her of the gown, prowled over her and parted her thighs.

“Your skin is like silk.” He trailed his fingers along the inside of her thighs.

Taking his hand, she pulled him closer. “I want you.”

“So impatient, Charlotte.” He settled over her and eased the head of his cock against her slick folds. “And so wet.”

He stroked her with his cock. His tone was teasing, so at odds with what he was doing to her.

She wriggled, trying to entice him, but he held back, leisurely rubbing against her.

“Please, Will. Don’t make me beg.”

“But you beg so sweetly. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to take me. Hard.”

His breath hissed between his teeth. “You’ve never told me that before.”

Before she could reply, he entered her, pressing just the tip of his cock inside. With the next thrust, he slid in halfway. Will was a big man and usually he took his time to enter her, but he moved with some urgency. Lacing his fingers through hers, he pressed her hands to the bed and lifted over her. The first light of dawn gilded his features. His eyes burned with hunger.

“More,” she urged. “I’m yours.”

With the next thrust he slammed into her. She closed her eyes. “Yes. I want all of you.”

Almost immediately, her body responded to his deep, hard thrusts. She arched beneath him. He watched her, never letting his gaze move from her eyes. His attention, so acutely fixed on her, made her pleasure burn like a wild fire. With each stroke, he rolled his hips. He was powerful, and she was helpless beneath him. She cried out, shattering. Light burst behind her eyes.

He lowered to kiss her and held her as she regained her breath.

“That was too easy. I’m sure I can give you more.”

She laughed weakly. “It’s morning. Caroline will be here soon.”

Growling he rose. “I might have to fuck you slower, now.”

He rolled her over and set her on her knees. She looked over her shoulder at him, trying to give him a look of dismay. He swatted her, and she gave a small yelp of surprise. After the baby was born, he’d treated her like she was fragile and might break. Their love-making had been gentle and tender. This was rougher, more carnal and she loved it.

While he didn’t take her hard, with each stroke he drove deep. He gripped her hips. Each thrust made her mewl with pleasure. She arched her back, gasping when he reached between her legs to stroke her. The climax came suddenly and tore through her. An instant later, he snarled with his own release.

He eased her down and folded her in his arms and, just as they always did after making love, they listened to see if they’d woken Michael. The house was quiet. Somewhere in the distance, a rooster crowed.

“Are you going to give me a little girl? A sister for Michael?” he whispered.

“Maybe. One day. Or I might have all boys like your mother.”

He sighed and settled next to her, tucking her into his embrace. “I don’t mind what we have, just so long as we have a house full of children.”

 

THE END

 

 

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