Page 80 of Beautifully Forgiven

“Yeah, Luna will be wondering where I am.” Ethan smiles, but I see the sadness behind it. This has been a lot to take in.

Bishop brings Ethan to him. His forehead rests on his, and he whispers to him, but we don’t hear the words. Ethan nods and then he walks out.

Brantley stands to the side, unsure of what to do. It didn’t seem that long ago these two were enemies. Bishop hated Brantley for what he did to Ethan.

“I’m gonna go.” Brantley gives Bishop a weak smile.

Knowing that's our queue, I lead Savannah toward the stairs, wrapping my arm around her shoulders, and placing a kiss on her temple.

“I need a shower and you, kitten,” I say as I open one of the spare room doors.

I begin stripping out of the blood-soaked clothes. Parts of my skin are coated in his blood. Savannah touches my arm bringing me out of the trance I was falling under.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she whispers.

Knowing she needs reassurance from me, I turn and pull her into my arms.

Kissing the tip of her nose, I stare into her eyes. “I’ll always be okay as long as you're by my side, kitten.”

Savannah smiles, placing the palm of her hand against my cheek.

“I want an eternity with you, and I want it to start right fucking now, kitten.”

Lifting her in my arms, my lips collide with hers, and Savannah moans making my cock twitch.

“You made me whole again, you brought me back and I want forever with you.”

“Jacob.” she breathes.

“Marry me? Fuck, say yes, kitten.”

Her tearful “yes” reaches my ears just as her lips touch mine.

Moving her panties aside I plunge deep inside her, filling her to the brim.

Her pussy squeezes me tightly, her breathy moans fill the room and together we explode, bringing each other to a high until we’re both panting and a sweaty mess.

Savannah giggles. “I guess I need a shower now too.” With my cock still seated inside her, I carry us toward the bathroom, where I plan on taking her again until she’s dripping with my cum.

EPILOGUE

…five years later

“Phoenix, please be careful,”I gasp as he begins to wrestle his brother.

Phoenix and Matteo are eighteen months apart, and the pair of them are little devils. I love them, I do, but they take after their father in many ways.

At five and four they are a handful and with Kaiser needing a lot of my attention right now I’m exhausted.

Staring down at my littlest, he grins up at me fascinated.

“Daddy,” Matteo cheers.

My head snaps up seeing my husband walking toward us, dropping the bag in his hands just in time to catch the boys who fly into his chest.

“Hey, how are my boys?” He kisses each of them and then they fight to get down, and as soon as he lets them, they’re off chasing each other.

Jacob takes Kaiser from me, giving him a kiss to his little nose.

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