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With that I slide my hands beneath her arms and pick her up, sitting down as I move and swinging her over my lap. With one swift movement, her warm, wet pussy gloves me and she sinks over my cock.
Her head falls back, her long hair tickling my thighs. She pushes her hips down, taking me deep inside. I grip her hips and urge her up a bit until only the head of my dick is still in her. She clutches my shoulders and braces herself for when I thrust up into her, seating myself fully in her heated channel.
Kandy gasps, and I repeat the motion as she holds onto me. I look into her gorgeous violet eyes as she rides me, her knees buried in the bed next to my hips. And nothing has or ever will feel as amazing as looking into the beautiful face of the woman I love more than my life as she milks my cock with her sweet pussy.
She picks up speed, bracing herself on my shoulders, her nails digging into me. “Ryder, I’m going to-to…”
“Come for me, baby.” I tighten my hold on her hips, helping her slide up and down.
Her knees tighten and she cries out, her cunt spasming around me.
I can’t hold off another minute. I stand, taking her with me, turning her so her back is on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. I thrust deep and hard, once, twice, and one final time before I spill my seed into her welcoming body.
I collapse onto her, rolling us over until we are lying curled together on the bed, my lips tracing small kisses over her thundering pulse point.
She turns to whisper against my lips, “You always know exactly what I need.”
And then she gives me the words that fuel my world. “I love you, Ryder Wolfe.”
“I love you, Kandy. Always.” As we fall asleep twined together, I pray every night to be as claiming and precious for the rest of our lives.
Epilogue Two
Kandy, Five more years later
From my spot in the diner’s kitchen, I watch my husband guide our four children to a table in the middle of the room, calling out to several of our neighbors as they wind through the dining room.
I give a little wave through the service window.
Ryder has insisted on making upgrades to the diner and the garage. Those upgrades include new electrical, heating and cooling systems, new windows, and other touches around the place. Most recently, it included a makeover for the diner—new wallpaper, booths, stools, counters, the works. And of course, locks and security systems that are upgraded yearly.
I thought Ryder was overprotective before the kids, but that is nothing compared to how he is since our children arrived.
First our son, Bellamy and a year later, our twin boys, Matthew and Ben. And forget it since our last baby arrived. Since our little girl, Autumn, arrived he’s been like papa bear the Hulk version. Named in honor of the season me and her daddy rekindled our love for one another, the little tike has her old man being a bit of a caveman.
Too often when some guy looks at me a little longer or harder than Ryder cares for, he does the Ryder equivalent of grabbing me by the hair and dragging me to his cave—he sweeps me off my feet and carries me to our house and buries himself in my body until he works out every last bit of jealousy from his system.
But the caveman act has hit a whole other level since Autumn was born. I swear some of the “executives” at his company are nothing more than glorified bodyguards. And nothing is more hilarious than watching our tiny, blonde daughter twist the bad-asses around her little finger.
Even as I watch now, one of the neighborhood boys—Pineville has a few more kids around these days since Ryder’s company made it more appealing to families—walks up to Autumn and talks to her quite earnestly. Anger flashes across Ryder’s face and he looks at me with an expression between bewilderment and panic.
I giggle. I am sure the little boy is asking Autumn something like if he could sit next to her during dinner or play with her at recess tomorrow. It isn’t uncommon with our little girl who looks like a fairy princess and has the attitude of a queen. But my Ryder doesn’t want even a harmless little boy near our girl. And now he has to squash the desire to toss a small child out the door.
God help me.
His eyes flash when he catches sight of my laughter. He maneuvers the kids into seats at a table and with a flick of his hand has Tommy coming to sit with them before he stalks to the kitchen door.
I turn from the window just as he barrels in.
“You think these little punks near our daughter are funny?” he asks, worry lines creasing his forehead.
I dissolve into laughter. “That little punk is eight years old, Ryder! And probably wants to know if she wants some of his pumpkin pie.”
That makes him turn white as a ghost. “Oh hell no.” He takes a deep breath and tries again. “I don’t care. I don’t want him near my little girl.”
“At this rate, we’re going to have to lock you up when Autumn hits her teenage years. You’ll be a danger to every teenage boy in town,” I offer through my breathless laughter.
“Babe, the only one in danger around here is you.” He stalks over to me and tilts my face up to his with a finger under my chin. “Keep up laughing about this and you’ll earn yourself a spanking when we get home tonight.”
