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EPILOGUE

FRANKIE

Three Years Later

I wake up alone in bed and realize something’s missing. Something’s wrong. I roll to my right, reach for Seth’s heat, and instead find a ghost impression in the pillow and the sharp, unfamiliar chill of freshly laundered sheets. The clock on the dresser reads three-fourteen a.m.

I grab my phone and pull up the baby monitor app. I flick through the cameras and find Seth in our three-month-old’s room, all six foot three of him crammed into the too-small rocking chair, one hand cradling Owen like he’s made of spun glass. The other hand runs slow circles over the baby’s head, while his mouth moves, low and careful.

Owen kicks his feet and shakes his hands while Seth rocks him a little harder. His biceps flex, straining the sleeves of the ancient “Texans” t-shirt he’s wearing. As he rocks, the wailing softens into a snuffly, wheezy hiccup.

Seth waits a few minutes after the baby’s eyes slide shut before he stands up, gently placing him back in his crib. He takes a moment to tuck the blanket tight around Owen’s legs, then tiptoes out, closing the door without a sound.

I put the monitor down and count the seconds. I’m throbbing already, my pussy slick and aching.

Seth walks quietly into our dark room and peels off his shirt. The muscles in his chest ripple as he tosses it aside, and I groan.

“Thought you’d be asleep,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down my spine.

“Can’t sleep without you,” I breathe, my voice trembling with need. Three years, and I still crave him like an addict. These feelings haven’t lessened at all. In fact, they’ve gotten stronger, the fire between us burning hotter every damn day.

He smirks, that devilish grin that makes my knees weak, and climbs onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. His scent hits me, and my pussy clenches, begging for him.

“Fuck, I love you,” he growls, his fingers grazing my thigh as he leans over me. His breath is hot against my neck, and I arch into him, desperate for his touch.

“And I love you,” I whisper, reaching up to tug at the waistband of his sweatpants. He doesn’t stop me, just watches with those dark, hungry eyes as I pull them down, revealing the thick, veiny cock that’s already hard and leaking for me.

I wrap my hand around him, feeling the heat and the pulse of his heartbeat under my palm. He’s so big, so perfect, and all freaking mine.

Seth lets out a low groan as I stroke him, his hand tangling in my hair as he pulls me closer. “Show me how much,” he mutters, his lips brushing against mine.

I press a kiss to his jaw before moving lower, tasting the salt on his skin as I trail my mouth down his chest. His muscles tense under my tongue, and when I finally wrap my lips around the head of his cock, he lets out a guttural noise that sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit.

I take him deeper, savoring the way he fills my mouth. His hand tightens in my hair, guiding me as I suck him, my tongue swirling around his shaft as I work him closer to the edge.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, his hips jerking as I swallow him down, my throat working to take every inch. “You’re so fucking good at that.”

I hum around him, the vibrations making him curse and thrust harder, until he’s fucking my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat with every stroke. I can feel him getting closer, his balls tightening, his breath coming in ragged gasps, and I know I’m about to lose control.

But he pulls away before he comes, yanking me up by my hair and crushing his lips to mine. The kiss is fierce, desperate, his tongue tangling with mine as he pins me to the bed, his cock grinding against my thigh.

“I need to be inside you,” he growls, his voice rough with need.

“Nothing’s stopping you,” I whisper, spreading my legs wide, inviting him in.

He doesn’t hesitate, lining himself up with my dripping opening and thrusting into me in one fluid motion. I cry out, my nails digging into his back as he fills me completely, stretching me until I see stars.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, his hips slamming into mine as he starts to move, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.

“Harder,” I beg, my legs wrapping around his waist as I meet him stroke for stroke. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with our moans.

He grabs my hips, pulling me closer, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me that drives me wild. My back arches off the bed as he pounds into me, my pussy clenching tight around him.

“You’re gonna come for me,” he demands, his voice harsh with need.

“Only if you do, too,” I gasp, clenching my inner muscles tightly around him.

He lets out a guttural roar, his hips stuttering as he comes, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot, sticky cum. The sensation sends me over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a massive tidal wave as I scream his name.