Page 22 of Ruined

I kiss her pussy and flick my tongue against her clit before I slide up her body. I nip her belly button, both nipples, her neck, and finally her chin before I take her lips. My cock nestles against her core, and I slide it between her lips, getting it wet with her essence before lining it up and burying myself completely inside her body.

“I’m never running from you again.”

My strokes are long and deep. I watch her eyes, and she watches me. Our gaze says everything we haven’t said yet. We say what I’ve wanted to for months. I hear what she’s wanted to tell me, and when the tears start to flow from her eyes, I can’t stop my own from misting. I don’t change my pace. I continue to take her in a steady, long and deep rhythm. When her body begins to tremble, I change the angle by lifting her legs to wrap around me.

“Does that hurt your hip?” I’m not sure what pain she is in, but I don’t want her to be in any.

“No.” She sighs as she finally breaks eye contact and throws her head back, moaning long and loud. “Dylan. Right there, Dylan. Harder,” she begs, and I pull out and slam back in, taking her harder.

The headboard bangs against the wall, and I don’t care. I thrust into her again and again, until she screams my name, not stopping as her pussy contracts around my cock and pulls my orgasm and cum from my body. I moan her name and take her lips as I empty deep inside her.

“I’m not on birth control,” she tells me, and I pull back slightly.

“I’m marrying you as soon as I can.”

“Good.”

“Dylan, I’m ruined, but not in the way I was before. I’m ruined now because there is only one man that I could ever love, and that’s you. You ruined me. What you overheard was me questioning the professor about Poison, not myself. I’ve already talked to my professor about me. She told me I needed to move on and have a relationship. That I’ve done all the healing I could. I sought the doctors. I took the time. I recovered. I just needed to tell myself I was ready. I did that with you when I accepted that first date with you to the Turtle Club. Even before that, when I asked you to kiss me.”

“Shit, all I heard was you asking about a relationship, and I thought of us.”

“I know. But I want to help Poison when she comes home. I want to show her that no matter what she’s endured, she can be whole again. She’s not ruined either.”

“I love you, Minuet.”

I slide from her body and reach over the side of the bed to my jeans, where I pull out the ring my mother helped me pick out. It’s a beautiful emerald and diamond engagement ring.

I take her hand and slide it onto her finger, then look her in the same-colored green eyes as the gem.

“I’ll do everything I can to make you the happiest woman on the face of the earth, Minuet.”

“Then never leave me, and give me babies.”

“I’ll get started on both of those right now.”

I roll her to her back and make love to her again.

EPILOGUE ONE

MINUET

EIGHT WEEKS LATER

Ilook at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of my bathroom door. I twist this way and that. I don’t look any different, but I completely feel different. But that isn’t the point of tonight. We are getting together to celebrate Riddler’s first night out since she had Deacon two weeks ago. She’s still recovering and won’t drink, but she said she’d make an appearance at the saloon tonight. Plus, I have an announcement that I want to make, and I’m doing it in a big way.

My husband will be heading directly to the saloon after work. My husband. I sigh. Dylan married me exactly two weeks after he slid that engagement ring on my finger. He said he couldn’t wait any longer and wouldn’t wait because he’d already taken me without protection. I loved it. My family flew back to Alaska and celebrated with us and my found family. I love that my brothers and their wives all get along with my Handmaidens family. They know without them I wouldn’t be alive today. Vixen has takenmy brothers under her wings and mothers them too, especially since my real mother disowned them too when she learned they’d been talking to me.

I look in the mirror again and chuckle. My outfit is going to set my husband off. He isn’t normally a jealous type, but he hates when I’m too exposed. This skirt is so short that if I bend over, I’ll reveal my bright red thong. I’m wearing my platform fuck me Mary Jane heels with ripped up stockings and a band shirt. I put my cut on last before walking over to my desk. I pick up the note and slip it into the pocket of my vest. Oh yeah, I’ve also got my hair in loose curls down my back the way that my husband likes it.

I make it into the saloon and walk up to the bar. Justine walks over and asks what I want. I ask for a Sprite with a lime wedge. She gets me the drink, and I take a sip as my sisters all crowd around me, and we start celebrating. I conveniently decline all shots and notice Riddler and Jinx watching me when I hear my real name bellowed through the bar.

“Minuet Butler,” my husband yells, and I smile sweetly at him as he stomps toward me.

My girls all stand at my back.

“What the fuck do you think your wearing? I can handle your leather, but that skirt is so short I could see your thong if you climbed on that stool.”

“Yep.” I don’t deny it and smile as I bat my eyelashes at him. I lick my red-stained lips, and the girls all step back, knowing what’s going to happen. I reach into my vest. “Before you start yanking me around, you might want to read this.” I hand him the slip of paper. It’s an ultrasound picture of our fetus. We are three weeks pregnant.

---