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“Tell me who you belong to,” I demand, my voice a low rumble that is thick with my hunger for her.
She leans up on her elbows, watching me. “I belong to you, Niko. I always have and always will.”
Damn.
I groan as she tightens her pussy against my fingers “Fucking right you do. Now show me.”
“How?” she asks, looking at me.
“By being my good girl and coming all over my face,” I growl. Then, I dive in, burying my face between her legs and somehow, getting even more addicted to my wife.
Epilogue
NIKO
Five Months Later
Callan and I watch our women from the other side of the patio. Both Zoe and Emilia are out here with us, rocking gently on the large daybed swing under the patio. They’re talking and laughing and no doubt plotting. They are both very pregnant with little boys who will be making their appearances before long.
That daybed was one of the first things that Emilia had installed when we moved into her father’s home—our new home. Well, we are slowly and surely turning it into ours, while keeping the best parts of Maxwell alive and well. Emilia is completely happy here.
I’ve never had a real home before. For me, if she’s happy, then I can live anywhere. When Maxwell first brought up the idea of me marrying his daughter, I worried that I wouldn’t be able to keep her happy. At the time, I didn’t care much about it other than I didn’t want to disappoint him. Now, I feel like I can only breathe when Emilia is with me. Her happiness gives me life.
“They’re at it again,” Callan murmurs, making me laugh.
Emilia and Zoe have decided they will keep our children close to one another from the delivery on. They’re convinced our kids will be best friends just like their mothers. So, they’re always discussing ways to make that happen.
“Yeah,” I laugh.
I’m grilling steaks for dinner because my woman is craving one and what she wants, I make sure she gets. Last week, it was tacos and before that we couldn’t keep enough strawberry ice cream in the house.
“Damn, we are lucky bastards,” he says as he takes another pull form his beer, his lips quirking up as he watches his wife.
“You can say that again,” I answer without hesitation. Thinking over the last few months, hell even years, I nod. Sometimes I’m still shocked that this is my life now. Emilia has given me miracle after miracle. I’ll be forever grateful to Maxwell. “Has Zoe agreed on a name yet?”
“Nope,” Callan says, smiling. “The woman can’t make her mind up. What about you two? Have you finally decided?”
“Yeah, we’re going to name him Max after his grandfather.”
“Maxwell would love that.”
“Yeah, I think so, too,” I tell him as I nod absently. “You know, it’s funny. I swear sometimes when I’m working in the office, I can smell that aftershave he always wore.”
“I can believe it,” Callan says. “He’s probably coming in there to bust your balls for working too hard.”
“I think you’re right, but whatever it is about being here, Emilia is much happier since we settled in. That’s all that matters.”
“You seem happy yourself—not to mention relaxed,” Callan adds.
I look over at Emilia as she rubs her belly. She’s smiling softly, looking down at her stomach where our child is resting, and completely lost in conversation. She has no idea how many times a day I just sit and watch her. I want it all. With every day that passes, she just gets more and more beautiful.
“I wish I could go back in time and tell that little kid in the orphanage who was afraid to close his eyes at night that one day he would have everything he could dream of and more.”
“You deserve it man,” Callan says, clearing his throat.
“We both do,” I tell him. I hold my beer up and he does the same as we drink to our good fortune.
I pull the steaks off the grill, walking them over to the patio table. “Dinner is served, ladies.”
