The Billionaire's Valentine Vixen

“I think I’m dreaming right now.”

I lean over and slip the six-carat antique ruby and diamond ring on her finger and take her soft lips, feeling the warmth of her soft breath and her tongue as it dances with mine.

I pull back, looking into those mystic eyes I know will be the first thing I see every morning from this day forward.

“If we’re dreaming,” I brush her hair behind her ear, holding my hand on her cheek, “then, let’s never wake up.”

“I love you,” she whispers, like she’s telling me her deepest kept secret. “It doesn’t make any sense.”

“It does. I love you too, wife. Now, let’s consummate this marriage.” I ease my seat back and release my already throbbing erection from my pants, pulling her over with my other hand. “Get that pussy over here. I’m going to slip my pin into your brooch, that’s what it symbolizes in case you didn’t know.”

She bites into her bottom lip, glancing down at the brooch with a little giggle. “I didn’t notice that before but you’re right. The pin goes into the hole…”

“So, get your hole over here, little girl. Let’s seal the deal…”

She wiggles off her panties, straddles me and my cock slips into her tight heat.

“You’re mine. Right now. Tomorrow and all the tomorrows after.”

“All the tomorrows,” she whispers, riding my dick as the moonlight glints off the brooch on her shoulder and it dawns on me.

“If the man that gave that to your grandmother said it was part of his family, and my sister was searching for it because it was an heirloom from somewhere in our family…”

Alice stops moving, my dick seated deep inside the clenching walls of her cunt as the realization flows through us both.

“You are my family,” I whisper, reaching up and holding her face.

“And you are mine,” she replies.

“Now, let’s make our own…”

11

Alice

Epilogue ~ One Year Later

I grit my teeth, looking from Roan to Ropa as they both stare me down.

“Car’s running,” Roan says, licking his lips, and I shiver remembering where those lips were about fifteen minutes ago.

“Yes, and I can drive myself.”

Ropa looks at Roan with a shrug. “Not sure you’re paying me enough for this, boss.”

Roan shakes his head on a silent chuckle. “You’re probably right.”

He inhales then exhales, long and slow.

“Ropa is already enrolled in all the same classes as you.” Roan steps forward, pulling my scarf around my neck and setting his hand on my growing belly. “He’s going to be with you, one way or the other. I’m not letting you and my daughters out in the world without protection. If you want to go to school, this is the only way my poor heart can handle it.”

I huff but I know I’ll concede, because when Roan digs in on things that affect my safety and well-being, there is no negotiating.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

“Message me when you get there,” Roan calls as we head out the door into the cold February air. “Stick close to her,” he yells at Ropa as we get into the Suburban and head down the driveway toward school.

Settling in with Roan and Linnie didn’t take long at all. We’ve actually moved out of the estate and into the house Roan built for us last month. Linnie is spending the weekend with Renata at the family estate, where she and the core staff stay on to maintain the house which we are in the process of converting into a historical showplace and event center, since none of us are particularly interested in ever living there again.

He wanted Linnie and me to have a house that reflected our new family and we worked with designers and architects and builders for ten months until our dream turned into reality.

The place is warm, something like a Telluride cabin-mansion, but it was unusual how similar Linnie’s ideas of her dream home were to my own. She’s become my heart and she’s so excited that the twins will be here soon. She’s got an entire master plan in place of how to be a big sister and what that will entail.

She holds briefings for Roan and me whenever she adds anything to her Big Sister Responsibilities spreadsheet.

Roan and I got married on April first with Bria and Linnie as my maids of honor and Martel as Roan’s best man. It was a small service. Perfect even through it was on April fool’s day.

Not because we thought of our marriage as a joke, but because we found out that was the date that my grandmother received the wedding brooch from who we now know was Jamie MacPherson, a distant cousin of Roan’s grandfather.

It’s sort of a joke that we’ve intermarried within the family as well.

Getting my degree and pursuing my M.D. is still important to me, and Roan supports me a hundred percent. He even said he will stay home with the babies so I can be a full-time student.