Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
epilogue 1
RADLEY
Five Months Later
After the memorial, we returned to Silver Spoon Falls and unpacked all my stuff before making our wedding plans.
Since I couldn’t exactly leave The Wild Ones mid-tour, we planned to have a simple family-only ceremony a couple weeks after I returned.
Owen and Justice’s relationship improved greatly once Justice had his own soulmate to occupy his time. And with all of his siblings settled down, a huge weight was lifted off of Owen’s shoulders and he threw all his energy into knocking me up.
In fact, the day we left for the tour, I realized I hadn’t had a period in like two months. Oops. It sure didn’t take long for Owen’s efforts to pay off.
Owen stayed back in Silver Spoon Falls to run the brewery and keep an eye on the progress on my music school.
Since the long-distance relationship was stressful enough, I decided to keep the news to myself until the tour ended so we can celebrate together.
Between the morning sickness and missing Owen, the rest of the tour was the longest six weeks of my freaking life. I was so glad when it came to an end.
Maeve made good on her promise to move to town, and she’s helping me out at the school until I’m able to hire a full staff.
I’m juggling my coffee and purse trying to open the school’s back door when Maeve throws it open. “Good God. You look like you’re ready to pop.”
“Gee, thanks,” I groan and step past her to place my coffee mug on the counter.
She widens her eyes comically. “It’s like you get bigger every day.”
“You don’t have to rub it in.” At seven months pregnant, I’m huge, grouchy, and horny as heck.
Pregnancy hormones really are no joke. My husband doesn’t have to do a thing to rev my engine.
My first trimester sucked big time between missing Owen and morning sickness.
My second trimester was much better, but we barely had time to breathe between Owen working at the brewery and me trying to get the music school up and running.
The third trimester brought a whole new set of problems. Heartburn, swollen ankles, extreme exhaustion, and the urge to have sex twenty-four hours a day. My husband finally threw up his hands in defeat last night and admitted he’s exhausted himself from trying to keep up with me.
“I’m surprised your caveman husband is letting you drive yourself around.”
I turn to my best friend and wiggle my eyebrows. “He’s exhausted from trying to keep up with my pregnancy hormones. I left him lying in bed, snoring loudly.”
Maeve makes a gagging sound. “Please stop.” She holds up her hand. “It’s cruel of you to brag about all the hot sex you’re getting while I’m spending every evening at home with my cat watching reality TV re-runs.”
“Don’t worry.” I sit behind my desk and pull out my lesson plans for the day. “You’ll find your Mr. Right.”
“I’m not holding my breath.”
epilogue 2
OWEN
Four Years Later
“Shush or you’ll wake up the herd,” I hiss against my wife’s sweet pussy and lean over to close my lips around her clit.
Over the years, we’ve found there is nothing worse than getting all hot and bothered only to have one of our little ones interrupt the action. With three kids under four, it’s nearly impossible to predict when one of them will need something in the middle of the night.
She turns and presses her head into the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds of her screams as I press my finger deep into her sweet pussy. Her inner walls clench around my finger while my cock steadily drips cum.
She digs her nails through my hair, pulling me closer. “Please,” my wife growls and nearly rips my hair out at the roots.
“Please, what, spitfire? Use your words.” I use the same phrase we tell our two-year-old daughter when she tries to get her point across.
My wife gives a hard tug on my head, and I slowly crawl up her body. When I stare down into her eyes, she growls, “Fuck me already.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I spread her silky legs and press my cock deep in her sweet pussy.
We both grunt as I bottom out and then withdraw nearly all the way. When I slowly thrust deep again, my wife wraps her legs around my waist and lifts her hips up to meet my downward movements.
On the next thrust, she rocks her hips to the side, and I sink a little deeper. She pulls my head down, and I cover her lips with mine and devour her sweetness.
When I feel tingling at the base of my spine telling me I’m about to come, I rub my thumb across her clit and bite down gently on her bottom lip. That’s all it takes for my little spitfire to erupt. Her tight inner muscles clench around my cock and I come with her.