SECOND EPILOGUE
Stone - eighteen months later
“Look at the little lady driving the big man’s truck!” one of the guys on the job site quipped at the sound of crunching gravel. I looked up, nearly landing the hammer in my hand squarely on my thumb when Paige put the truck, my truck, in park, crawling out one curvy leg at a time.
Damn, she was sexy as hell, every wild fantasy I’d ever had come true. Thank God I’d managed to find her in those few weeks I was staying at that apartment. I sometimes think how easily we could have missed each other. If she hadn’t have heard me banging against that wall, if she hadn’t had the fire inside her to say something to me in the hallway that day, God knows what my life would have been like.
Now it was so full—a beautiful baby girl at home, another cooking in my wife’s belly. I’d told her I wanted babies with her, and I hadn’t been kidding. Paige and I had been fucking like animals since almost the minute we’d met, without protection, leaving our future family up to fate. Soon I would be the father of two young ones. I already had the beautiful wife and the beautiful house, three dogs Paige had rescued from work, and enough love that it felt like my heart could burst at the seams. And I hadn’t been kidding when I’d said I wanted to fill the house. It was packed with joy and love, all because of her. My little bird.
And with her support, I’d finally started my own construction and building company. No more working for the man, and since business was booming in this little town, I’d had enough work to keep me and my crew busy for the next few years at least. Paige had cheerleaded by my side from the start, and it made me love her even more. I hadn’t even thought there was more room for me to love that woman, but she surprised me a little more every day, and watching her carry my daughter, watching her feed and love and sing to her, was Heaven for a guy like me.
“I’m breaking for lunch!” I called, dropping my hammer in its spot and going to her. “Afternoon, Mrs. Garrett.”
She pressed up on her toes and planted a kiss on my lips when I reached her.
“Brought lunch.” She held up a paper bag. She was only working a few days a week at the vet’s office. I loved the days she worked because she often stopped by so we could have lunch together. Our lives may be more full than ever, but finding time to spend together wasn’t a problem we had. We were more connected than we’d ever been, and even I didn’t think that was possible. Watching her give birth to my child, watching her coo and nurse and tuck Penelope in at night, I loved her even more.
“I’ll take you for lunch.” I slipped a hand down the curve of her ass, showing her exactly what I meant.
“What are you waiting for then?” She raised a teasing eyebrow.
“Don’t tempt me, little bird.”
She rotated her hips, my cock flexed, hardening behind my zipper.
“You’re a horny little thing this time around,” I husked in her ear, hands circling her stomach, a small bump already visible.
“It’s all the hormones,” she said. “I just want to jump you every time I see you.”
I grinned. “Good, I like you wet and needy for me.” I slipped a hand between us, circling her clit through her pants. “Come with me, little bird.”
Her eyebrows nearly shot into her hairline. I locked her hand with mine before she could protest, leading her through the unfinished front door of the house the guys and I had been working on. I turned a corner, taking advantage the first moment I could and pulling her to me, lips and hips melding together.
“What if—”
“What if someone sees how much I love my wife and can’t keep my hands off her? Let them see.” I nipped at her earlobe, thrusting my throbbing cock against her.
“I have surgery in an hour,” she said in a smoky voice, her hand stroking down the ridge of my cock.
“That’s plenty of time.” I crooked a grin, pushing her pants down her thighs then yanking down my zipper.
She wrapped her arms around my neck. With my hands at her thighs, I hoisted her up on my hips, the tip of my dick seared by the hot, wet flesh between her thighs.
The smell of sawdust was quickly cut with the scent of her beautiful pussy, soaked and ready for me.
“I need you, please, Stone.” She gripped at the edge of some scaffolding, her ankles locked behind me.
“Mm, if I didn’t know better, Mrs. Garrett, it would look like you stopped by for a lunchtime quickie.” I slid my cock between her damp lips, hovering at her entrance as I teased.
“Maybe I did.” Our lips connected again, our tongues twisting as I pushed myself into her.
Soft groans fell past her lips as her cheeks warmed, her chest lighting up in a fiery shade of red. “Jesus, I think you were made for me.”
I slid a palm up her torso, devouring every inch of her as I shoved into her a little further. My hand reached her breast, slowing kneading the flesh and plucking at the faint outline of her sweet little nipple. Her moans urged me on as I thrust, bottoming out in her decadent body.
“Fuck, baby.” I fisted her hair in one hand and arched her head back. I tugged, and her eyes flared as a moan escaped her throat. “This fucking body craves me. It wants my lips.” I kissed around her ear. “My tongue.” I ran my tongue up the column of her neck. “My dick.” I ground my pelvis against hers. She wrapped her arms around me, ran her palms up under my shirt, and clutched at the skin, digging her nails deep and pulling. A groan hissed from between my teeth from the pain.
“Fuck me, Stone. Hard,” she growled, and it went straight to my balls. Tingling and burning with the need for release, I tried to keep a handle on the impending orgasm as I swiveled my hips and plowed into her. I hit the end of her, banging once, twice, over and over, as she breathed profanities in my ear. Watching her like this, while I was owning her body, was like watching a wild animal losing its mind a little. The rest of the world melted away and it was just the two of us, out of control as we took each other. My mind shot off to a whole other galaxy when I was buried inside her sweet pussy.
“I love taking you like this,” I said through clenched teeth as her nails dragged across my torso, down my sides. The burning sensation had my back arching. I bit back the pain and focused my energy into her. Drilling into her, tunneling into her body and fucking her hard, just like she wanted it.
“When you fuck so hard…so deep... It seems like I can feel you everywhere. “Only I can fuck you the way this sweet cunt likes it. Hard, deep and fast. My little bird likes it rough.” I circled my hips and launched into her from a new angle. “No one can fuck you like I can.”
“Yes, oh God, yes.” She arched, and I tugged on her nipple with my teeth as her pussy exploded around me. Waves of pleasure washed over her body, sweat dampened her skin; her heels curved into my ass. With my jeans around my thighs, I slowed slightly to take in the pleasure of her pussy pulsing around my cock. I hit my rhythm and then exploded inside her. Hitting her to the end, jerking my hips as I filled her, my head thrust back as my balls emptied everything that had built up since I’d last had her.
Like molten lava, my blood began to slow as the waves of my orgasm ebbed. She threaded her fingers in my hair and ran her nails around my scalp softly. I dropped my head into her shoulder and sucked in the sweet smell of our lovemaking. I nipped at the soft flesh covering her collarbone as I supported her head with one hand fisted in her hair. Damp and tangled, a wild fucking mess, just like I liked her.
I eased out of her, enjoying the slow drag of my cock against the hot walls of her pussy.
She sighed, her feet dropping to the floor. “That was amazing.”
I tucked my cock back in my jeans, shaking my head and gracing a kiss across her lips. “You’re amazing.”
I pulled her pants up her thighs, then straightened the locks of her mussed hair, dragging a thumb across her flushed cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you.”
She sighed, locking her hand in mine. “I think you need your eyes checked.”
“My eyes are perfectly fine. It’s you that does this to me.”
I planted a kiss on her knuckles as we walked back out of the door we’d come through.
“Thanks for lunch, babe.” I grinned, stopping in front of my truck and giving her one last kiss before I saw her again in a few hours.
“Thanks for the orgasm,” she giggled, opening the door of my heavy-duty pickup and climbing in. “I really like driving your truck. I think I look good in it.”
“Mm…” I grasped her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the seat and nestling between her legs. “You look even better with me inside you.”
“You’re a cad, Stone Garrett.”
“You’re the one that stopped by for a quickie!” I cupped her cheek with my hand and pushed my tongue past her lips.
The guys were filtering back to the site now, a few catcalls carrying on the wind, but I ignored them.
I had my girl, which meant I had everything.