Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
EPILOGUE
ELIZA
Four years later…
“That’s looking amazing, angel.”
Kneeling over my latest drawing, I smile as my husband walks up behind me and slides his rough hands between my thighs. I’m asking for it, bent over on the floor in this position. Always asking for it, and always getting it.
“Thank you, but it’s not quite finished,” I tell him, rocking back into the precise movements of his two fingers. My eyes close, and I take a deep breath, letting my pencil drop to the canvas.
“Then I guess you have a little time to spare?” It may be a question, but Caleb is not asking. He never does. When he wants me, he takes me. And that’s what I love about him.
“I guess I have…a few minutes,” I tease, getting all warm in my belly as he slowly pulls my shorts down over my hips. The drawing I’m working on has to be at my agent’s tomorrow so she can have it ready for the gallery showing in two weeks, but it’s only six o’clock. There’s plenty of time to finish after I give my husband what he needs.
What I need.
He presses his tongue against my slit, and I stifle a moan. Our son, Tyler, is sleeping down the hall. Thankfully, it takes an earthquake to wake that little boy up.
Sometimes I can’t believe my life when I look around. A mother. Married to the most perfect man in the world. And on top of that, a successful artist. I always loved my art, but I never truly believed I could make a living out of it. Caleb did. And that’s what gave me the confidence to pursue it.
Now between his promotion to foreman and my yearly art sales, we’ve managed to buy ourselves our own house just out of town. Caleb has been fixing it up himself. There’s nothing better than watching him work from home, shirt off, all sexy and sweating, doing things with his hands.
Nothing better than…well…you know.
And to see my son learn to walk, then to run, and to see the way he looks up to his father—it just makes me glow inside. Perfection.
Even our parents have managed to come around. Sara accepted us first. No surprise there. But after a few months and an invitation to come to dinner, my dad finally gave in.
“I guess there’s no use fighting it,” he said. “I can see you two are in love.”
Hearing him say that sent me soaring. I wrapped him in my arms and sobbed for a half an hour. He walked me down the aisle six weeks later.
Mara was my maid of honor. Of course. She had no problem at all with Caleb and my relationship and loves to tease me about how hot he is. I let her get away with it because I know she’s kidding, and because she’s got her own fiancé now. Rob, an investment banker.
It’s like I fell into a fairy tale. Sometimes I have to pinch myself just to make sure I don’t wake up.
“You taste so sweet,” Caleb mutters into me, pressing his tongue into my hole. My eyes roll back in my head as he grabs my hips and flips me over, pinning me with his strong hands. He caresses my clit with precise strokes, just the kind he knows I love. And it doesn’t take long before I’m right on the edge.
“Oh, baby,” I moan, kneading the hard muscles of his shoulders as my hips rock against his face. “I don’t deserve you.”
My back arches off the floor as I go off, every muscle in my body spasming with bliss. He sits up and presses my legs so my knees are touching my shoulders.
“Yes you do, angel. And you deserve this too.”
Without hesitation, he drives his cock into me. From this angle, it’s so deep I cry out. He’s really horny tonight if he’s taking me like this. All I can do is smile as he thrusts, hammering me into the floorboards with so much primal energy.
Bringing it out in him is one of my greatest pleasures. It’s like I’m tapping into his male instincts and letting him use me as an outlet, while at the same time having my mind blown my orgasm after orgasm.
He took me four times in one day once, the last right before bed. I came so many times I basically just passed out, and when I woke up in the morning, it was to him entering me while kissing me all over.
His love. That’s what supports us. That’s what makes me feel singular. The only woman in the world who could give him what he needs.
And he’s the only man for me. He cherishes me. My dominant step-brother who risked it all to have me. And when he holds me in his arms, or simply exists in the same home as me, I know I’m safe.