Stryker

He rolled to his back while he settled me on him.

“Now ride me, woman.”

I threw my head back and laughed, which soon turned to moans of pleasure as he grabbed my hips and rocked me on him.

Needless to say I soon forgot how tired I was.

Epilogue ~ Jake ~ 3 years later

STRIDING OUT OF THE SURF, I shook the water from my long hair and moved toward the sun lounger that was in the shade.

My gorgeous wife of two and a half years lay cooling off. She was hot and uncomfortable with her seven-month pregnant belly. To her, she looked like a beached whale, but to me, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

Not a day went by that I didn’t tell her how much she meant to me, which was why I’d brought her away for a couple of weeks after talking to her OB. I’d wanted to surprise her with our first holiday. One that I paid for out of my own salary.

Who’d have thought that I’d have a knack with computers after spending the first twenty-four years of my life without one? It had certainly paid off with help from my dad and made me feel good that I could provide for my wife, and now, our child.

The first few days after Evie’s father had been shot had been difficult, more so because I was unable to drive Evie and her mom around. However, Carter had stepped in and made sure I had my license within a few weeks, and I’m sure he called in a favor to be able to have it so quickly.

With thanks to Patrick working with the Feds, they had a lot more information on Declan Fitzwilliam and his operation than they ever thought possible. Carter had mentioned that his boss thought it was his birthday with the haul they’d found. Needless to say, Declan wouldn’t be seeing the outside of a prison again, unless he got lucky. Very lucky.

Luckily for Patrick, his hands weren’t muddy like those of his father so with his inside help in bringing his father to justice, all he got was community service, and a husband in Oliver.

I tried not to think about the people who had been involved back then—other than my wife, and Millie and Carter—because I’d get too angry.

Pushing the past back to where it belonged, in the past, I approached Evie, and froze.

She’d taken her cover-up off and lay in a tiny red bikini. The triangles barely covered her breasts and the one between her legs was even smaller.

I swallowed, and tried to swallow again but my mouth was dry as hell.

It didn’t stop there, as I moved closer her chest rose and fell with her breathing and her legs scissored together.

“Mmm,” she mumbled.

She killed me.

My body reacted to her moans, going rock hard in my swim trunks, which did not have the room to accommodate a monster of an erection.

I looked around and the only other couple on the beach had a windbreaker up so they couldn’t be seen, or see us.

I turned my gaze back to my wife and cursed while my hand wrapped around my dick. “Fuck, Evie.”

Her eyes snapped open. “Oh God, Jake. Stoke the fire.” She dropped her legs to each side of the sun lounger, and arched up. “Please.” Her eyes fixed on what my hand was doing, her breathing more erratic.

One more glance around the beach, I thought, what the hell, and dropped my trunks as I kneeled between her spread thighs.

“Hurry.” Evie started to untie one side of her little panties so my hand went to the other.

Tugging the small triangle down, I ran my finger through her arousal, and felt my dick respond as I touched her bare pussy lips.

“Sit on me. You need to be comfortable.” I quickly sat and rearranged Evie so that she faced away from me, her legs spread over my thighs. I slowly brought her down and prayed for strength.

“God, I’m so close. Move.”

Reaching around, I slipped my hand inside her tiny bikini bra so that I could roll and tug on her nipples. My other hand went to her pussy, which I stroked while my hips rocked in time with hers.

“Oh God.”