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My eyes roll back, and I can hear the wet sound between us from the water and the way our hips meet.
I keep my droopy eyes on him, loving the way his mouth is parted and his jaw is clenched. The way his shoulders are tense when he is pulling me closer to him or the way his biceps get bigger after each thrust.
"Oh my god," I cry out, squeezing my arms around him.
"God Jane, I love you. I fucking love you." Rowan presses his lips against mine and my eyes squeeze shut.
Rowan thrusts a few more times, not gently, before I feel my toes curl and chills go down my spine.
He doesn’t stop kissing, even after I feel his release inside me and running down my thighs while his cock is still tucked inside me.
We kiss forever and never let go.
And I can’t help but smile into the kiss with Rowan.
Epilogue
Rowan
Five Years Later
"Rosalie,baby can you please pass your brother the ball!" I yell at my daughter who is sitting at the table, coloring. She grabs the ball that rolled near her feet and then throws it as hard as she can to where me and Apollo are standing on the grass. I place the ball in front of my feet and then face Apollo. "Ready?" He nods his head and I kick the ball to him.
He catches it with his feet and then kicks it as hard as he can back to me.
We kick the ball back and forth towards one another before I hear my wife yell, "Dinner's ready!"
"Food!" Apollo runs towards the house and inside where the dining room is.
I walk up to Rosalie who is still drawing. "Come on baby. Mama called."
"But I still want to color," she pouts and looks up at me.
"We can color after dinner alright?" I pick her up from her chair and then grab her coloring book. "How many pages did you color today?"
"Only five. I could have done more but you stopped me."
I tip her chin up. "Stop pouting, Rosalie. It's not attractive."
My daughter rolls her eyes, and I can't help but laugh.
I carry Rosalie until I am in front of the dining table. I place Rosalie on her chair and then sit next to her. Apollo is already eating his food while I wait for Jane to get to the table.
I hear light footsteps coming closer and closer to the dining table making me turn my head and see Jane.
I feel my stomach burst with heat as I see her walking towards me.
My wife.
My girl.
My fawn.
For the past five years, Jane and I have been busy raising Rosalie and Apollo. Rosalie is three turning four and Apollo just turned five.
Rosalie looks just like her mother, but Jane would say she looks more like me. Jane says she has my lips, nose, eye shape, and eyebrows.
Apollo has my eyes though but bluer. He for sure has my lips and he just looks like a baby me, but Jane would disagree and say he looks like her.
