We moved to the dining room and Ronan went to Bibi.
“I didn’t get a chance to say hello,” he said, his voice thick.
“You were a little busy getting acquainted,” she replied. “Oh, honey…”
I watched as he bent his tall, powerful frame to hug her. I watched how she closed her eyes against his shoulder, holding him
tight. And how she seemed bigger than him somehow—his shelter from the storm, like she’d been for me my entire life.
My battered heart rejoiced and finally knew peace because my beautiful man, who’d been lost and cut adrift, was safe at last.
“My darling boy.” Bibi took his face in his hands and kissed his cheek. “Welcome home.”
Epilogue
I
Six months later…
“You’re going to wake our boy,” Ronan whispered into my ear.
We were on our knees on the bed, my back to his chest, his mouth hot against my neck, while his powerful body rocked against me and inside me. One of his hands was clamped over my breast, the other between my legs as he took me from behind, the angle hitting that spot in me that made me see stars. Outside, rain pelted the window and the wind whistled in a late November storm.
I whimpered, Ronan’s thrusting cock, his hands, his mouth—all working to undo me.
“I…I’m going to…”
“Give it to me,” Ronan growled, and I obeyed, craning over my shoulder to find his mouth. He kissed me hard and hot as my orgasm crested and crashed. I cried out and he drank it down, holding me into his kiss, muffling my sounds when I could’ve screamed at how good he made me feel. Every. Time.
He grunted, and I felt his own release shudder through him as he came deep inside me. He sank back, and I sank with him on his lap. We stayed there for long moments, catching our breaths, his arms wrapped around me. I felt as if I were melting into the sweat-slicked heat of his body, into him.
I could stay here forever…
Then Ronan nuzzled my neck, nipped my ear, and his hands began exploring and caressing…
“Are you kidding me?” I laughed. “I nearly lost count, but I think that was number four. How are you ready again?”
“Four is nothing,” he said, grazing his teeth along my skin. “Five is okay, but six is a number to be proud of.”
I laughed and kissed him again. “I need a few minutes to recharge.”
“I can work with that.”
Gently, he withdrew from me, and I crawled up the bed and collapsed onto my pillow. Ronan sidled up beside me, pressed his naked chest to my back, and brushed my hair out of his way so he could kiss my shoulders, my neck. Jesus, the man was hard again already; his erection pressing between my thighs.
“What’s with you tonight anyway?” I reached up to sink my fingers in his hair. “You’re in an unusually virile mood.” Actually, there was nothing unusual about it. Ronan didn’t have an off-switch. He’d been known to wake with only a kiss and be inside me a minute later if that’s what I wanted. “Are we celebrating something?”
“Nope,” he said. “Oh, except that Hector and I got the bid.”
“You did?” I screeched and we both glanced fearfully at the baby monitor on my nightstand.
Ronan had built an addition on to Bibi’s house—August’s room—where my work shed used to be. It took up most of the backyard, but leaving Bibi alone to get our own place would break her heart, and I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her anyway. We were a tight fit but too happy to notice.
The monitor remained quiet and I turned my arched brow on Ronan.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
He pulled me on top of him so that I lay flush with his warm, broad chest, his smile lazy. “I’m telling you now.”