Tortured Duchess (Adair Legacy)

Epilogue

HADLEY

Two Years Later.

“Oh god!” I cry out. My husband has the wickedest tongue this side of the universe. “More.” I hiss the word out and squeal when he flicks the muscle harder against my clit, making my thighs quiver as they tighten around his head.

“Fuck, how the hell are you so fucking delicious?” he groans as he slowly climbs up my body, kissing my pregnant belly.

“'Cause you feed me so well?” I tease, and he growls.

“On your knees, sweetness.” His demand makes me moan. The huskiness in his voice means I’m going to get a very good fucking.

“Yes, daddy,” I purr, and his hands flex. How I’m only pregnant for the first time now is beyond me. For the last two years, Ashton has barely allowed me out of his sight for longer than it takes for one of us to shower. He’s become obsessive, and I can’t say I hate it.

That day is still so deeply ingrained in our memories that since we discovered the baby, he’s gotten worse. Ryan hired five more guys to watch me in the few minutes I’m not with Ashton. Thankfully, everything is behind us now.

Edward died of a heart attack in jail last year.

Denise is someone’s bitch. Hendrix made sure of that.

And Riina—I was as surprised as everybody that he wasn’t found dead—didn’t make it to trial because he just so happened to meet up with the brother of one of his victims. I heard there was a lot of stabbing and blood involved. Nothing he didn’t deserve.

“Ohhh.” Ashton’s searching fingers have pulled my ass cheeks apart, and he’s doing that thing we discovered I really like. “Please, daddy,” I plead with him. Gazing back over my shoulder, I can see the head of his cock gliding through my ass cheeks just before he slips his thumb into my tight rosebud.

“Christ, Hadley.” His eyes close, and I know he’s preparing himself for the ride we’re about to take. “You need to be quiet,” he grunts when I’m about to open my mouth. He never lasts long when we do this, but we both love it too much not to push our boundaries.

“Please,” I jut my ass further back, and his eyes open, darker than before, as he guides his cock to my back entrance, using my natural essence to make the breaching easier. Taking my ass is one of his favorite things. And now that he’s gotten me pregnant, I find we’ve done it a lot more in the last six months. “Make it hurt, daddy.”

He glares, and I bite my lip.

Ashton doesn’t cause me pain.

Ever.

But this? Oh, he fucks me so hard, I can’t walk straight for a week.

Even when he tries not to.

His body takes over, and we ride the wave until we’re both exhausted and satisfied.

“Ashton!” He slams his hips into me from behind, pushing me up about a foot on the bed. “More,” I mewl again.

“I’ll fucking give you more.” With one hand on my ass and the other gripping a fistful of my hair, he pounds into me.

Over and over.

Back and forth.

Hard then slow.

Until my body explodes. Lights dance before my eyes. My body stretches for him as his cock stiffens, ready to explode.

“Fuckkk, Hads!” Even in my haze, I feel his release. The warmth. The security. Ashton. He’s all mine, and I couldn’t be happier.

* * *

Ashton

I’m obsessed with this girl.

Totally and completely.

There isn’t a single fucking thing I wouldn't do for her in this world.

Except stop fucking her sweet little ass. It’s heaven. I love her pussy, but her ass is like my crack.

“I love you, wife,” I groan into her ear as I slide us up the bed to lay on our sides. She grunts her response because she’s exhausted.

Our sweet little baby has given her insomnia. I have to fuck her into exhaustion every night, and still, she can only sleep for a few hours. We’ve been to the doctors, and they all say the same thing. The baby is making her uncomfortable, and she may not realize it. They’ve done tests, far more than they likely would have because I threw money at them like pretzels at a carnival, and they gave us some techniques to try.

They all failed.

So now, I make love to her until she can’t move at night and again in the mornings. I’m not complaining because it makes me the luckiest man in the universe to be able to give Hadley what she wants and needs.

“Ashton?” Her soft voice is sleepy.

“Yeah, sweetness?”

“It’s a boy.”

“How do you know that?” We agreed not to find out the sex, wanting a surprise.

“Because only boys are this horny all the time.” I don’t laugh at her logic as I pick her up from the bed and carry her into the bathroom for a relaxing shower.

“I can’t disagree with that.” She swats my chest playfully. Sitting her on the small bench outside the shower, I turn the water on and wait for it to warm up before helping her in and then following after her. “I’m also not complaining about it.”

“Me either,” she whispers as I place my hands around her growing belly, rubbing where I feel some kicks. “Do you want a boy or a girl?” she asks. We’ve never really discussed it, only that we wanted a healthy baby. That’s all that truly matters.

Grabbing her peach soap, I lather my hands to wash her body as I think about my answer. “Honestly? I think a girl will put me in an early grave if she’s anything like you. But a boy will be a handful. Especially if he’s anything like your brother or cousins.” Her family can be quite aggressive.

“I think he’ll be just like his daddy. Tall, strong, loving. With dark hair and my eyes. He’ll be inquisitive and caring. He’ll fight for what’s right, and when he meets his girl…”—I turn her around to face me—“he’s going to fall every bit as hard as you did. Only he’ll be slightly more possessive because his daddy will spend a lifetime showing him how to care for a woman.”

“Yeah, that sounds just about perfect,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her, sealing his fate because who knew how right his mother would eventually be.

The End!