Epilogue
Cortez
Five Years Later
I spot her across the bar, her back to me as she leans forward, saying something to the bartender. Her ass rises off the barstool, hardening my cock. Jesus, she looks beautiful in her little red dress. It hugs her body, showing off her ample curves. I'm not the only one looking. All across the bar, men stare at her. My possessive instincts roar with jealousy, though I can't blame them. She's fucking beautiful. But she's mine, and I don't share.
I cross the bar toward her, eager to claim her before some other motherfucker thinks to try his luck. A few have tried over the years. They never make it far. I shut that shit down as soon as they get within feet of her. They can look, but they won't ever touch.
I step up behind her, running my hand over the curve of her ass.
"Cortez," she gasps, turning to look at me. Her seafoam green eyes lock on mine, bowling me over. Goddamn. She's the prettiest little baby doll, all wide-eyed and adorable. After five years, she still manages to knock me flat on my ass every time I look at her.
"Careful, pretty baby," I croon. "You keep leaning forward like that, you'll be beating these assholes off with a stick."
"Oh, yeah?" Her gaze shifts over my shoulder, taking in the rest of the bar. It's crowded and loud tonight. It usually is on weekends. She shrugs one shoulder. "I can handle them."
"Yeah?" I smile. "You think so?"
"I know so."
Fuck, her confidence is sexy as hell to me. She's still the sweetest little lamb, but she's all woman too. She fears nothing. It's always been in her. I saw it that first night. But that was a candle compared to an inferno. Waking up alone in my bed and then finding out she was pregnant shook her confidence, but it's come roaring back with a vengeance.
I can't get enough of it. She owns me and my cock. I'd follow her to the ends of the earth just to worship at her feet. Everyone knows it. I've made no secret of the fact that I'm obsessively in love with my wife. She and our kids come first to me, and I make no apologies for it. Anyone who doesn't like it can fuck off. Their opinions are irrelevant.
My family adores her. I'm pretty sure they'd choose her over me if it came right down to it. I'd expect nothing less. She deserves that loyalty. God knows I'd chose her over me any day of the week. My life is complete because of her. I've always been content, but with her, I know true happiness. The kind that goes so deep it permeates every cell.
It's fucking phenomenal.
"I ordered you a drink," she says. Like usual, she isn't drinking.
"Mm," I murmur, running my hand down her side. "I have a better plan."
"What plan?"
I slip a key out of my pocket and place it on the bar beside her hand.
"Is this–?" She glances between me and the key.
"Yes." We've been a lot of places in the last five years and stayed in a lot of hotels, but we've never been back to where it all started for us. It's time to change that. We're going back tonight. I'm going to make love to my wife in the same bed where I took her virginity. I'm going to breed her again in the same bed where I got her pregnant the first time.
And in the morning, I'll still be there when she wakes up. It's the one thing I've never been able to give her. I can't undo the past. But we can make new memories to replace the old. When she thinks of the morning after, she'll remember this one.
"You want to go back?" she asks, her eyes wide.
"It's been five years," I murmur, pressing my lips to her ear. "I want you in the same bed I took your virginity in, pretty baby. When I breed you for the last time, I want it to be in the same place it all started." We've already decided our next baby will be our last. We have three little girls under the age of five. The universe is hellbent on giving me nothing but girls. I cannot have more than four teenage girls. I won't fucking survive it.
"Cortez," she moans.
"You know you want it, Piper," I growl, nipping her ear. "Be a good girl and say yes."
"Yes," she says right on cue.
"Goddamn, Piper," I growl, spinning her around to plant her chest on the wall as soon as we cross the threshold to the hotel room. I pin her to the wall with my body, grinding my dick against her ass. "Did you have fun teasing me in the cab?"
"Yes," she sobs.
I nip her neck, not surprised by her answer. She couldn't keep her hands off me. I think she would have ridden my cock right there had I let her. My girl is turned on and greedy for it. Lucky for her, I know exactly what she needs.
I nudge her feet apart with mine, yanking her dress up over her hips.
"Motherfucker," I swear when I realize she isn't wearing panties under her dress. "Where are your panties, pretty baby?"
"At home."
"Piper."
"You don't wear panties with a dress like this, Cortez."