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I feel like a teenager who's been caught by their dad, and I guess in a way I am. A giggle escapes me which turns into a panicked laugh when Ace moves his hand back to my clit, gently rubbing it.

“Just teaching Nova how to ride a stick shift is all, sheriff. I'll wrap this lesson up now though. We probably should practice in the paddock first before we try the road.”

Pop lets out a low grunt, shaking his head at Ace's poor excuse.

“You know I was young once too. Your Ma and I liked to —”

“STOP,” Ace and I both yell at the same time. The last thing I want to hear is what they used to get up to when my husband is deep inside me. Laughing at our reaction, it was clear that was his intention and he starts to pull away from us, yelling “Go home you two.”

My heart is beating twice as fast over being caught as well as Ace's continued assault on my clit.

“You think you can come again before he comes back,” he growls in my ear. My hand grasps his and I start to grind against him.

“Bounce on my cock, darlin', I want to feel you come apart before I start driving again.”

I can see the headlights disappear off into the distance but I know that road goes to a dead end so he will be turning back in a few minutes.

The sounds coming from us are abhorrent. Wetness coats my thighs from earlier and his hands move back to my hips, helping me bounce up and down on him. This is filthy and dirty, and I love every moment. The pressure builds as he starts to thrust up into me.

“You ready love, I'm going to come deep in this sweet pussy of yours and I want you to come with me.”

Whimpers fall from my mouth, the truck shaking from the vigorous movements we’re making. The sounds of our bodies slapping together, combined with his hard cock driving inside, causes me to crumble around him for the second time, Ace following closely behind me. There's too much cum in my pussy and it drips from where we’re joined. No doubt a mess will be left on the seat when we leave the truck.

“He’s coming back.” My words are tinged with a slight panic as his headlights twinkle in the distance. If there was any doubt what we were doing, there won't be any if he stops us again. Putting the truck into drive, we start moving forward, pulling into our driveway just as Pop drives past again and we both burst out laughing. I feel light in everything and every part of who I am. I have an amazing family that I chose, a husband who loves me for everything I am, and I love him just the same. I have everything that girl in the bunker wanted when she hoped for a better life.

I am free.

Extended Epilogue - Seth

Dare you to Move - Adam Doleac ?

Five Years Later

“Grandad, grandad ... GRANDAD! Mum and Emma have been taken by aliens. Come and help us save them.” My youngest grandson Chase yells at me from across the entrance to the barn. I can see him standing there with his older brother, Levi. Henry is nearby with Dante and his twin daughters, Ellie and Evie, getting war paint spread across their faces. Meanwhile, Ace emerges from the house carrying at least twenty assorted wooden guns in his arms and a grin on his face, excited to playinvasionwith the kids.

“Dad,” Levi calls to Ace, “are we going to send a decoy and flank them?”

A chuckle escapes me at how much Levi takes after Ace, biology be damned. I'm so proud of how well the kids have settled and how far they’ve come. After everything their biological parents attempted, they thrived and overcame that fateful night back at the motel almost five years ago. I knew something was off about the family that was living there and I asked Nova and Ace to keep them safe temporarily while we figured out a nearby foster family, but they said the kids weren't moving from their house. If I didn't already understand what Ace gets like when his protective instincts kick in I would have been scared for those kids, but I knew. I knew that this would be the safest place for them to stay. After creating a few backdated documents, and calling in a favour to a judge, everything moved through the system fairly quickly and they were officially adopted a few years ago now. When little Emma pulled my face to hers and asked to call me grandad, it damn near split my heart in two. The boys followed soon after and it was like we had never not been a family.

Today is oursunshine day, or at least that's what we call it. The memorial of Martha's passing used to hit harder until we started this tradition. We dance, play and eat our fill, surrounded by the sunshine Martha gives us from where she waits for me. I'm a little bit slower these days, my knees giving me grief but Easton, my nephew, has done a fine job since he took over as sheriff. I never thought my nephew would even entertain the idea but I'm proud of how much he has managed to accomplish in such a short time. It takes a certain type of man to overlook the law when justice needs to be served and he has more than proven himself.

Emma's voice drifts across the meadow where she plays, while Mila and Nova watch over her. She calls out, “Mum, watch me do a cartwheel. MUM, WATCH ME!” Nova turns to her, making bigoohsandahhs, confidently saying, “Wow, look at that landing, how creative, Em.”

She goes straight into a forward roll where she somehow ends up with a leg behind her head. An awkward mess of limbs and enthusiasm. “Great floor work, honey, keep it up,” Nova encourages. My baby girl is never one to dull someone's light.

I look back to the driveway, the sound of Porter's motorbike carried by the breeze. Charlie hops off the back of it, unzipping her jacket to reveal a little puppy they found on the roadside several weeks back. I give her a look of disapproval, she knows better than to travel on the bike with him like that.

“I promise this is the last time,” she yells to where I'm standing on the wrap-around porch, “but in my defence, he likes the wind in his hair.”

I deadpan her, “Roll the window down in the truck then,” but she just laughs off my common sense reply.

Porter opens his saddle bag and pulls what appears to be thousands of water balloons out, calling over to the kids in the barn. “Let's kill some aliens,” as the chaotic cheers of the kids squeal out. Charlie puts the puppy down and in a cloud of dust Mr Wobbles, the three legged dog Nova and Ace adopted a few years back skids to a halt before they both run off toward the large tree out in the meadow. Ragnar passed away last year and he's buried next to Attlia underneath it, the two dogs seeming to play with their spirits below its protective branches.

It's not long before there are recharge stations set up all over the meadow, wooden guns, water balloons and umbrella force fields scattered at different points.

Taking my place on the porch swing, my knee aching a little more than usual today. I've already been dubbed theruler of the universeby the kids, where my job is to watch over everyone while they play.

Mila must have been given the signal to start because she lets out a very theatrical scream, yelling, “Oh no, I've been taken by some very handsome aliens. Whatever shall I do.” She places the back of her hand to her forehead, like she's going to faint, grinning while she looks at Dante who is turning different shades of red. Ace laughs at him until Nova yells, “Oh my, Mr Alien, what big muscles you have.” His face now matching Dantes in colour.

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