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“You’re safe now,” he whispers into it. “You’re mine. Only mine.”
“I always was,” I breathe into him, allowing my own hands to explore his body. The muscles he works so hard for ripple under my touch. A shudder runs through him as I raise his shirt and my skin presses against his. I allow my fingers to outline the muscular set of abs he hides underneath just before I move to his belt.
“Anna, you don’t have to do that.”
I let out an annoyed sigh.
“I really wish you weren’t so against me unbuckling your pants.”
Keaton chuckles, “By all means, keep going.”
With his permission, I remove the obstacles in my path, then pull his pants and boxer briefs down to release his thick cock standing at attention, ready and waiting. My tongue darts out and licks my lips while Keaton runs his fingers through my hair.
I gently hold him at the base and run my hand up his length, following it with my tongue on the underside of his shaft.
“Fuck. Your mouth feels amazing.”
His words spur me on, and I coat his tip with my tongue. When I finally take him into my mouth, the both of us are so charged we could release on the spot. “Baby, please, I want to sink myself inside your sweet pussy, but your mouth is too fucking good. If you don’t stop, you’re going to be drinking every drop of me.”
My clit throbs at his words, wanting the attention he’s offering me, but my mouth isn’t finished exploring. I continue to move up and down his dick, taking him all the way to the back of my throat, then dragging my lips back up to the tip. With my hands on his thighs, I can feel them begin to shake. A sign that he’s close. I break my rhythm to focus just on the head, sucking, licking, tugging until the salty taste of him begins to fill my mouth.
“Fuck. Anna, yes. You are so fucking good at this. At everything.”
I’m relentless, not finished tasting every bit he can offer me and the fact that he is losing control just makes my desire that much stronger.
When I’m finally satisfied, I sit back and look up at him, licking my lips to show him how much I love what we just experienced together. “You are way too good to me, Anna.” He runs his hands through my hair. “Can I keep you?”
“Hmm, how long are you thinking?” I tease.
“I was hoping for forever.”
“Forever sounds amazing.”
When Keaton is recovered and recharged, he makes love to me in the house that has become my home in the time I’ve been here at Cheatham. Just like the man I met that one night in Vegas, he was strong but gentle, assured but sweet, and everything I needed tonight. And in the quiet after, curled against his chest, I finally let myself believe the worst is over and our happily ever after can truly begin.
We are safe.
We are home.
We are together.
Forever.
Epilogue
Anna
C
hristmas Day
I wake up as giddy as a child, ready to spend my first Christmas with my husband. Last night we went to Sharon’s home and watching the pure joy in Charlie’s face as she opened presents and played games with her dad and uncles brought warmth only the Christmas spirit can give.
Today we will be heading to my parents’ home and spending the day with them. Keaton and my dad have surprisingly become buddies, bonding over the basketball season and their favorite bourbon. My dad calls Keaton at least twice a week, but it’s usually in reference to needing help with something on his computer.
I look over at my husband as he is lying in bed, still sleeping. Somehow this man gets more and more handsome each day. And somehow, I’m the woman lucky enough to be his. Climbing out of bed, I pad over to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for a full day of festivities.
The smell of coffee must have woken Keaton, because he stumbles to the kitchen and immediately pours himself a mug. After taking a sip of his black brew, he walks over and bends his head down to me. “Merry Christmas, Wife.”
