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“I’m going to take care of you for the rest of your life. Every night, and every day.”
“Oh, Knox. Oh, God. I’m going to come.”
“So come, honey. Come on my big, thick cock.”
I let out a sob as an orgasm bursts through me. My pussy pulses around his cock, and he keeps fucking me, his stamina relentless. He pummels into me over and over again, our skin smacking together as he bottoms out inside me. I come again, my fingers digging into his muscular arms. And he continues to fuck me, so hard and rough that I already feel a third orgasm building up inside me.
This time, he meets me there. With ruthlessly hard strokes, he brings us both into the same pleasure, and when he explodes inside me, I can feel our future forever sealed.
10
EPILOGUE – KNOX
TEN YEARS LATER
“Daaaad! Mommm!” my seven-year-old daughter, Ami, yells from across the house. “Dylan locked Charlie in the bathroom again!”
I look up from the cup of hot coffee I’m pouring and raise an eyebrow at Heidi, who has just pulled a homemade quiche out of our oven. She meets my gaze with a look of her own.
“That son of yours sure loves torturing his little brother,” she says with a disapproving shake of her head.
“I’m sure he’ll grow out of it,” I say.
“I don’t know, Knox,” Heidi says, untying her apron and pulling it off. “Something tells me he’s going to grow up and be as big and rough as his dad.”
I let out a chuckle and take a sip of my coffee. Heidi starts to head out of the kitchen to attend to our kids, but I catch her around the waist and pull her into me.
“I’ll take care of it,” I say.
She gives me a feisty smile. “You just want to keep me in the kitchen, don’t you?”
“I mean, after last night, yeah,” I say, and lean in to whisper in her ear. “God, that was so hot, fucking you on the counter. You know we’re doing that again tonight, right?”
She blushes and playfully pushes me away. “Stop. You’re going to get me all flustered. Go take care of your unruly children, Knox.”
I give her a dirty grin, then step out of the kitchen. By the time I reach the kids, I’m in full-on Dad Mode. Ami and Dylan are standing outside the guest bathroom in our hallway, arguing as brothers and sisters do.
“Let him out!” Ami yells.
“Go away, Ami!” Dylan says, rolling his eyes at his sister. “We’re playing a game.”
“No, you’re not. You’re just being mean to him.” Ami spots me and gives me a pleading look. “Dad, make him stop.”
I give my older son a serious look. “Dylan, did you lock your brother in the bathroom against his will?”
“No.”
“He’s lying!” cries Ami.
I sigh and give my son a second chance. “Dylan.”
Dylan scrunches up his face, then blurts out, “Fine! I locked him up! But hedeserved it. He took one of my race cars without asking.”
I shake my head and point at the locked bathroom door. “Unlock it. Now.”
Dylan grumbles, produces a key, and unlocks the door. The door swings open to reveal my younger son sitting in the empty bathtub, playing with the toys he grabbed from the nearby caddy.
I laugh, walk in, and scoop my three-year-old out of the tub. “Come on, kids. It’s breakfast time. Your mom made one of her delicious quiches.”
