Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 99748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
I can feel the heat of his cum filling me in pulsing jets. He takes over, stroking into me hard and fast, but pulling back slightly to meet my eyes. His brow furrows as he fights to maintain our gaze, and the deep intimacy I see there coupled with the rough fuck is more than I ever dreamed. Using my inner muscles, I squeeze him, wanting to prolong his orgasm, but it sends me into another as he rubs over my clit.
“There you go, come for me, Wren. Take my cum, take me . . . all of me.”
Jesse rolls us over, staying inside me, and I collapse on top of him with limbs askew. Panting with my cheek pressed to his chest, I smile. “That was . . . wow.”
“Yeah, you are.” I’m too exhausted to lift my head, but I can hear the humor in his voice.
“Not too bad yourself,” I tease.
He’s so much more than that. He’s everything. He’s perfect. He’s the right man for me. It just took a while for it to be the right time for us. But now it is.
Now, it’s our time.
Epilogue
JESSE
“How’s the new addition going?” Hazel asks over dinner.
Wren shrugs. “Loud?”
I laughingly tell Hazel, “It’s going great. Should be done in three weeks or so.”
After we eloped, Wren and I decided to move into her house because she didn’t want to leave her neighborhood and Finnegan, the community cat who’s been staying at the neighbors’ house most nights now. I honestly thought Wren was fucking with me when she said she had a cat because I’d never seen the damn thing. But he’s real, he’s a jerk, and he likes to hide in the bushes, only coming out for food. To me, that does not equal a good pet, but Wren disagrees. Either way, I moved into her place and there’s a new guy at work who needed a place to stay, so he’s renting my house.
We also decided that adding a few hundred square feet to the back of the house was a good idea, and I’ve been working on that renovation after hours.
“And there’s no specific reason as to why you’re doing that?” Hazel’s like a dog with a bone on this one. She decided that the only reason Wren and I would go for a quick wedding and then immediately start building is because Wren’s pregnant.
Which she’s not. Yet.
We eloped because, as Wren describes it, “My brothers’ weddings were absolute circuses, and I’m not doing that.”
She wanted quiet and intimate, and I wanted to give her whatever she wanted. So a short trip to an island paradise later, we came back married. Not Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan, since Wren kept her own name, but she’s mine all the same. And I’m hers.
“No babies,” Wren answers.
Lester only hears one word, though—“babies.” Hazel’s gray parrot intones like a zombie, “Baby birds yummy.”
It’s a trick Hazel taught him and something he usually only says when eating eggs, but I guess the wording triggered him. Or he’s asking for eggs. Or he’s being a dick, which is the most likely scenario.
“What about you?” Avery asks Hazel, not letting her escape unscathed by suspicions. “We could use another member in our mommy group.”
Hazel gets up from the table, shaking her head as she pulls cupcakes from one of Mom’s boxes. “Nope, not yet. Lester’s all the baby I can handle. Isn’t that right, sweet boy?” she coos to the demon pigeon.
“You look like bullshit,” he answers, and I choke on my beer. Wyatt chuckles at my reaction, which is fine as long as Hazel doesn’t kill me and feed me to Lester as punishment for teaching him that.
The mommy group Avery’s talking about is her and Lucy, who ended up staying in Cold Springs. She’s become another member of our little group, and has been taken in by our town as the catalyst for change after what she did to Jed.
It was weird in the days following the courtroom soap opera. Jed tried to throw his weight around the way he always had, pulling strings here and greasing palms there, but no one really gave a shit. All his power was taken away. But the best part was the power he’d given away because he was so arrogant that he thought he knew better than everyone else. Wren taught him that his cockiness was sorely misplaced, even continuing to field his phone calls about how what she did was illegal, ethically bankrupt, and morally gray for weeks after the divorce was final. And she shut him down every time, telling him that she’d happily take on his lawyers again if he’d like, which he didn’t. Last I heard, he was living in Newport, where he founded his new company.
I lost a couple of guys to him, but the majority stayed with me as site manager and Chrissy as the owner and CEO of CDF Construction. It helps that Maggie is now COO and largely in charge of how things are run on a day-to-day basis while Chrissy does . . . whatever Chrissy does with her time. Actually, it’s Friday night, so I think she’s at Puss N Boots, singing karaoke. She likes “These Boots Are Made for Walking,” and does a decent job strutting around the stage area, which is just a section of floor where they push the tables out of the way.