Page 21 of Sean Collins

“My dear, I am in your bed almost every night now.”

“Yes, but it will undoubtedly be every night from now on. I have waited for this day for months, and I can’t wait to get you home and show you how much it means to me.”

Those words ring in my ear. I finally have a home.

Epilogue One

Sean

The last five years have been the best of my life. After Elora agreed to move in with me, things moved along quickly. I earned her trust since the incident with the Russians and helped her work through everything. She had nightmares for a while, and it took her some time to decide on what she wanted in life, but I was patient and showed her my willingness to wait.

Elora went to Chelsea after that fateful event and had a heart-to-heart talk with her. Both women cried, and Chelsea mourned for her father. He might have treated her like trash, but there was something about that parent bond that was so strong, it transcends logic.

I should know all about it now. After all, Elora gave me our first child – a girl – right after our honeymoon. Then we had a boy a year and a half later. My wife and my kids are my life. Watching the guys settle down and build families makes me so glad that I took the club straight. If I hadn’t, none of us would have met the love of our lives, and my life without Elora wouldn’t be worth living.

Presently, Elora comes around the corner and smiles at me, rubbing her hand over her swollen belly. She is almost ready to give birth to our third child, and I am not sure if this will be the last. The baby was a bit of a surprise but a welcome one; I just can’t keep my hands off of her even after all these years. Elora is just as sexy and irresistible as she was the day that I saw her at the bar.

“Hey, sweetheart, how are you feeling?”

She gives me a tired smile. “The kids are down for their naps, and I think a nap sounds like a great idea for me, too.”

I waggle my eyebrows at her, making her grin. “I can think of something else we can do in our bed, but it doesn’t involve napping.”

Her eyes light up. One of my favorite things about pregnant Elora is that her libido is in hyperdrive.

“Oh, yes? Well, why don’t you show me?”

Without a word, I take her hand and lead her through our massive house to the master bedroom. When I built this bigger home, I was smart to put the kid’s bedrooms on the other side of the house. That way, my girl can make as much noise as she wants.

I undress her quickly, running my hands over her swollen belly. As I kiss it, I feel the life we made together squirm inside of her. I lay my head there for a moment and just take that minute to be thankful for all that I have.

“Hey, I thought this was my time, not the babies,” Elora says, lifting my head and kissing me passionately.

My hands cup her full breasts; my thumbs rub her swollen nipples. She groans against my mouth and gets as close to me as she can with the baby in the way.

I lead Elora to the bed and let her stretch out. I move behind her and rub her back. She moans again as I knead the tight muscles that ache from carrying our child. It doesn’t last long before my hands start to wander south, making her laugh.

“With you, Sean, a backrub is never just a backrub.” Her laughter turns into moans, though, as my expert fingers bring her to her first orgasm.

“I don’t hear you complaining,” I whisper in her ear as I enter her from behind.

Elora whimpers in ecstasy. “Never. Now, stop talking.”

I smile and kiss that spot on the back of her neck that drives her wild. Elora shudders as I thrust in and out of her. I feel her muscles tighten around me, and her moans become cries of pleasure as she rides through her second orgasm, squeezing me tightly. I find myself losing it much earlier than I anticipated.

We lay there for a moment until we hear a cry through the baby monitor. Elora moves to get up, but I put a hand on her shoulder. “You take a nap, sweetheart. I will attend to Micah,” I utter, smiling.

Pulling the covers over her shoulders, she is soon fast asleep. I put on my clothes and walk towards my son’s nursery room. As I pick him up, he calms down in my arms and falls back to sleep.

This life couldn’t possibly get any better.

Epilogue Two

Elora

It has been a wild ride for the last thirty years of my life. I look over at the sexy silver fox talking to his friends at the saloon. He has been my lover, partner, and best friend for decades, and I thank the heavens for how lucky I have been.

S.C. and I ended up having five children, who are now all grown. Four are already married with babies of their own, and I am the proud motorcycle granny of nine grandkids. Our youngest is just finishing up college, and life has been mostly good for us.

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