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I reach around her and find her clit, pressing on it and then grinding my thumb around it until her hips are slamming back into me. Then I stop.

“You let me take you. You don’t take over.”

She settles and then I push harder and faster and deeper, stroking her clit while she stills and lets me pull her back and forth on my cock.

I pinch her clit and holler, “Now!”

She screams and writhes under me, her climax tearing through her like a freaking hurricane.

Her pussy clenches around me so hard that I have to drive deep and hard to hit the spot inside her that I love. She falls to the bed, her arms shaking so hard that she can’t hold herself up anymore. Then I grind inside her and my dick jerks wildly as streams of my cum hit her. Jet after jet hits her fluttering walls and then drips down her legs.

I carefully lift her and settle her on her side, then I grab a warm cloth in the bathroom and clean her up, pulling one of my shirts out and draping it over her, tucking her into bed and then climbing in behind her and cradling her gently, listening to her breathing even out.

She’s always so tired right now and it scares the hell out of me. She’s so soft and sweet and delicate. At first, I was scared to touch her when we found out she was pregnant. But her pregnancy hormones are insane and I can’t help the need to touch her and fill her. Love her.

Now I’ve talked to the doctor and Bitty and I know that she can take whatever I dish out.

But it still scares me a little bit when she drifts off. It probably always will. Some nights I sit up and watch her sleep, unable to look away.

She’s so damn beautiful. So perfect. And she’s all mine. Forever.

I lift her delicate, pale hand up and kiss her fingers, running mine over the huge diamond ring I bought for her with a matching band that I slipped on her finger when we got married eight months ago.

She fidgets in her sleep and I tuck her into me, resting my hand on her belly and feeling the slight flutters of our baby.

I can’t believe I finally found what I wanted, needed. My pretty little angel.

And now I’ve got another little angel on the way. I’m a lucky bastard. Sometimes it seems too good to be true. That this can’t possibly be my life.

I have my angel and my life is heaven. And heaven shouldn’t have a devil like me running around in it. But fuck it! I’ve never lived by anyone’s rules and I never will.

This devil has an angel in his bed and life and no one will ever take her away.

She’s mine.

Epilogue 2: Bitty

“Come on, you two! Stop wrestling! We’ve got to get to Sarah’s meet.”

Both of our two younger boys stop and look up at me, smirking. “I don’t know why we need to go watch her lose.”

Wrinkling my nose, I wave them up. “Just because she’s not winning yet doesn’t mean she won’t. Your dad has been working with her.”

Both boys laugh and then race upstairs to change. Sarah comes downstairs in her dobok. She fusses with her yellow belt and sighs. “I hate doing this, mom. I’m going to lose again.”

I shake my head and hug her. Sarah’s very tiny, like I am. And she’s very unsure of herself. That’s why Clay insisted that she needed taekwondo to help her confidence and make sure she could defend herself somewhat.

Not like she’ll have to do it much since her dad would kill anyone that messed with her.

But she needs this.

Clay walks in and he grins at Sarah. “Ready, baby?”

“Yeah, dad. Let’s go get beat.”

He glares at her. “We don’t play to lose in this house. We play to win. You’ve been working on your skills. I think you might be surprised this time. Let’s go.”

I help the boys in the back and Sarah sits in the middle. It takes us a solid hour to get to the event space. And the whole time, I see, Sarah fidgeting and trying to relax.

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