Epilogue
Belle
Seven Months Later
My dreams were hot. A warm, wet mouth was sucking at my nipples, pulling them into hard, tight peaks. Wetness flooded my inner thighs, and I moaned softly, needing some friction down there so I could come.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
My eyelids fluttered open, my gaze focusing on my gorgeous husband’s face. I smiled, leaning in for his kiss. “Thank you, baby.”
Today was my twenty-first birthday. The last seven months had been nothing short of blissful. Splitting my time between here and Medicine Bow so I could finish my training hadn’t been as tricky as I’d thought it would be, especially as Adam had been able to accompany me on most of my visits, talking ranch business with Travis while I was studying at the training school. Knowing that Robert was behind bars in a different county for aggravated assault had given me peace of mind about returning, and I was able to finish out my training without constantly looking over my shoulder.
Not that my growly, protective husband would let anything happen to me. Or any of my friends in Medicine Bow, for that matter. There must be something in the water there because most of the men were enormous and just as protective and attentive toward their wives as Adam was toward me.
Not that I was complaining. He was certainly attentive this morning—with his hands, mouth, and tongue. Looked like I was going to get an early morning birthday treat.
I moaned as Adam slid his hand between my legs, running his fingers over my slippery folds.
“So wet, sweetheart. Is this all for me?” he teased, running the tip of his finger over my clit.
I jerked and gasped, grinding myself against his hand to gain more friction. “Yes. Always for you.”
His other hand moved to my breast, rolling my nipple to a rigid peak between his thumb and finger. He leaned in, kissing me deeply, and I welcomed the thrust of his tongue against mine.
I draped a leg over his hip, opening myself to his touch as he dipped first one and then another finger inside me, curling them around to find my G-spot. My breath came in ragged pants, my thighs quivering, but he didn’t stop. He spread my wetness over my clit and swirled his thumb over my bundle of nerves.
“Oh, fuck. What are you doing to me?” I gasped, already feeling my orgasm barreling toward me.
“Making you come harder than you ever have,” Adam said roughly, dipping his head and sucking on my nipples.
My inner muscles clamped down on his fingers as I bucked against him. He rolled my clit under his thumb, faster…faster, until I exploded around him with a hoarse scream.
Before I had time to recover, Adam grabbed my hips and positioned me above him. Wanna see my beautiful wife ride my cock,” he demanded.
He tugged me down as he thrust up, impaling me from base to tip in one smooth motion. I arched my back and cried out, bracing my hands on his chest. My core was still pulsing from the orgasm he’d just given me, and the sensation of his thick cock deep inside me almost had me tumbling over the edge again.
“Do you know how much I love you?” Adam grunted, his fingers digging into my hips as he moved me up and down on his length. “Love this with you. Love every fucking thing about you.”
“Love…you…too,” I moaned, each word punctuated by the sturdy thrust of his hips.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you need. Use my cock to get yourself off,” he instructed.
God, his words were so hot. I loved how he let loose when we were together like this.
I rolled my pelvis against him, claiming him as surely as he was claiming me. “Oh, God, Adam. Just like that! I’m so close,” I whimpered as he hit some perfect spot inside me.
Adam’s golden-brown eyes flashed with a wildness I’d never seen before, a primitive kind of need that resonated deeply within me.
“Let go, baby. Come on my cock,” he rasped.
I howled as I clenched around him, coming so hard, I saw stars. My pussy pulsed, gripping his length and milking him as he roared and followed me into heated bliss, emptying himself inside me.
I slumped forward onto his chest, my hips moving involuntarily as little spirals of pleasure continued to work their way along my sensitized nerve endings.
“Jesus Christ, I’ve never come like that. You’ve got some kind of sex spell on me, woman,” Adam huffed, his words rumbling through my ear as I lay against his chest.
“Yep. Been putting hemlock and wormwood in those muffins you love so much,” I giggled.