Lights illuminate the road, and I stand up and walk down the path to meet the cop as he climbs out of his car. “This him?” He nods down at Baxter as the man begins groaning as he returns to the land of the living.
“Yeah, caught the asshole in my living room after breaking in through the window.” Pointing over my shoulder, he looks over in that direction before strolling to the trunk of his car to grab his evidence bag.
“Keep an eye on him, will you?”
I confirm I will before Dorian walks off, taking pictures and collecting evidence. It’s almost an hour later before he finishes up and hauls Cunningham off to jail for the night.
Checking the time, I notice it’s only after midnight, so I head back in after boarding up the window and cleaning up the mess. Ensuring the house is locked up tight, then returning to my waiting fiancé and her nude form.
She’s kicked the blanket off and is cuddling with my pillow between her legs. Her back and ass face towards me, revealing an enticing view as I shuck my pants and crawl in behind her.
My dick is like a heat-seeking missile as it pokes around for her willing cunt. Wet and ready for me, I slip inside her, thrusting slowly until she moans and rolls back against my chest.
“Torque,” she whispers as I cup one breast in my hand, massaging the heavy globe as she reaches for me. “Where did you go?” Her sleepy voice is adorable.
“Had to take care of something. I’m here now, and I’m never leaving again.” I’ll tell her about the intrusion tomorrow. We spend the rest of the night alternating between making love and sleeping—a perfect introduction to our new life together.
Epilogue 1
OPHELIA
The Firefighter’s Ball
One Month Later.
Never in my wildest imagination did I think I would be so lucky. The past month has been filled with baby cuddles from Hale and Laken’s precious nugget, fixing up my house after demolishing it so I can sell, and Torque working harder than ever to get me pregnant.
He doesn’t know it yet, but all his persistent effort has paid off. I took a test last week, saw my doctor, and she figures I’m about eight weeks along now. Which works out to the first few times Torque and I were intimate. I’m not quite sure how I plan to tell him, but I suspect he has a clue.
My breasts have been more tender than usual, and he worships them now like he appreciates what they’re preparing to do. I can’t say I’m disappointed, but I do enjoy keeping him in the dark because he still fucks me like he’s constantly trying to knock me up.
“Sweetness, you look delectable.” Speak of the devil. He comes up behind me as I’m waiting in line at the bar to get a sparkling water and his hand winds around me with just that.
“How’d you know?” I take a sip, loving how well he’s in tune with me.
“It’s my job to know.” Wrapping an arm tightly around my hips, he pulls me from the ballroom and into the shadows of an alcove, away from the guests. I’ve never been to a firefighter’s ball before, but I’m loving it. Meeting his crew and their spouses, listening to the praise they give him, and their respect, it tells me everything I already knew about my man.
Sitting on a bench, hidden behind a lush plant, he sweeps the skirt of my dress to the side and hefts me onto his lap to cradle him between my thighs.
“I have to tell you something,” he whispers, his warm breath caressing my chest as I feel him undoing his pants. His hard cock springs forward, immediately seeking out my warmth.
“What?” I gasp when he slips my panties to the side and slides easily into my willing pussy. I’m always ready to take this man into my body.
Fully seated in his lap, his thick inches are buried to the hilt as he arranges my skirt to cover what we’re doing in case someone comes by.
Yanking the bodice of my dress down, he captures a nipple in his mouth, sucking gently, taking as much as he can before moving to the other one. Each draw of his lips tugs the invisible string between my nipples and my clit, and I pulse around him.
“Fuck, I love that feeling,” he growls, nipping at my sensitive peek. “I wonder if it’ll be the same when I’m milking these beauties.”
“Of course you know.” I laugh lightly as my hips begin to rock. He’s already been given his award for bravery in saving the warehouse and the surrounding buildings months ago. He was a true hero that day.
“Your pussy is warmer, softer, slicker. Your musk is sweeter. And these beautiful life-altering tits are so sensitive I bet I could make you come just from sucking on them.” He’s so proud of himself for recognizing the changes in my body. “I love you, soon-to-be wife.”
Holding him to my breast, he continues to suckle on me as I comb my fingers through his thick hair. “I love you most, soon-to-be daddy.” He growls as he devours me, not letting up even after I come so hard that he has to clamp a hand across my mouth so no one becomes the wiser.
We hide out here for the rest of the evening. Him buried deep inside me, both of us coming over and over until the lights are being turned off and everyone has left.
By the time he helps me to my feet, our mixed fluids are dripping down my legs. I delight in the feeling until we’re home and he’s settling me into a bath to ease the discomfort from his insatiable appetite.
Who knew a blind date would lead me to my very own happily ever after? I sure didn’t, but I’m so happy that it did.
Epilogue 2
TORQUE
This is love.
Six Years Later.
“Go, go, go!” Philly screams from the bleachers as our son, Aiden, takes off after hitting his first home run of the season. I’ve been coaching his little league team, and the boy gets better and better with each time behind the bat. “Yes!” She shouts louder with our little girl, Abigail, beside her.
The fact that she’s eight months along now doesn’t even phase her. She’s completely into the game, and nothing will stop her from cheering for her baby boy. It might have taken us a while to get here, to be as happy as we are, but there’s nothing we can’t do together.
As Aiden slides across home plate, his entire team jumps up and cheers. My boy’s home run just won us the game. For a bunch of five-year-olds, they sure are competitive. Opening the cage, I watch as the kids run out of the dugout and celebrate together. Praise and high-fives go around like candy.
Hands around my waist have me turning around to find the woman of my dreams as she cuddles into me. “You did good, Tor.” She kisses my chest.
“Nah, sweetness, they did. I just gave them support.” Kissing the top of her head, I place a hand on her belly and feel the little one rolling around in there. “How are you feeling?”
“Daddy!” Abigail pulls at my pant leg for attention.
“Yes, precious girl?” Lifting her up, I blow a raspberry on her cheek, her delighted giggle catching the attention of her brother, who comes running over to see what all the fuss is about. He’s highly protective of her.
“Mama eat.” At nearly two, she’s very observant and excited to be a big sister. She watches Ophelia like a hawk.