I bend down and grab her ass over her sweats. “Whatever you want, baby girl.”
As she smiles widely up at me, a snowflake lands on her nose. She moves her fingers through my hair and whispers, “You.”
I grin, pressing our foreheads together. “All yours.”
Epilogue 1
Calista
1 YEAR LATER
Theysaythathappinesscomes in waves, and to take it as it comes because one day the tide may recede back to Atlantis.
Okay, not exactly, but I liked the thought it isn’t global warming reducing our water levels.
Ronan and I, we take everything in strides together. This past year has been the happiest I have ever been, and I can truly say that without a single doubt. He was everything I was missing in my life; strength, stability and a weight I needed to ground me to live.
He told me what Samantha once said to him, that his heavy wasn’t worth carrying, and I couldn’t disagree more. If there ever was a man worth that, it’s Ronan. As selfish as he thinks he is, the way he has learned to care for me and his family, it screams of a man that just needed to be heard.
People often don’t realize how vital it is to see without words, and if they are spoken, how important it is tolisten.
I’ve been thinking about us a lot lately, and though we’re well past our first anniversary, that’s not really the reason. It’s been a year since I got out of ‘prison’ and just a week since finishing my probation. While I’m officially free now, I’ve felt that sense of freedom ever since I was released—a feeling I hadn’t experienced since losing my dad.
It wasn’t the cell that held me captive, but my mom. I hadn’t realized the weight she’d been putting on me, how much animosity I’d been carrying. Going no-contact with her was the best choice I could have made. The holidays have been tough, but I’m grateful for Mia, our little family, and Eamon. They’ve made all the difference.
“Warm enough?” Ronan asks as we move to the slow lane on the freeway.
I tighten my arms around him, not because I’m scared but selfishly I still enjoy the fact I’m the only one that can do it. “Yeah, the extra layer was smart.”
“Good.” He moves one of his hands back and grabs my ass.
“Ronan! Hands on the handles.”
Smart-ass then moves it up to my hip.
I roll my eyes and move my hand under his jacket where I proceed to find his nipple to pinch. His thunderous chuckle has my pussy clenching. Damn him for being so fucking sexy.
Turning my head to look at the exits, I’m surprised we pass right by Ken’s. We were heading over to their place to play something called Dungeons and Dragons. Ronan isn’t familiar, nor am I, but the boys have beenbeggingus to get involved. We offered to try, because he and I both share the sentiments that life is too short not to spend it with the people you love.
“Did my nipple pinch distract you?”
He hums. “No, on the contrary, if you put your hand down into my lap, I didn’t even get hard.”
I release apfftand do just that. Pulled against his left thigh, is his hard cock. “Liar.”
“Ah, yes, but now you’ve touched my dick which is exactly what I wanted.”
A stupid giggle slips from my lips. “My god, you’re so silly.” My hand doesn’t release him, even if I probably should considering we are going over sixty. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
A few more exits, and we are off the highway. We take a few windy turns and find ourselves in a residential area. It’s nice, trees lining the sidewalks, yards for the most part done, and the houses well maintained. I know I shouldn’t associate how a neighborhood looks to safety, but my PTSD still flares from time-to-time.
Not that it matters, anywhere I go with Ronan I feel safe, especially since Samantha and her husband were convicted of attempted murder, extortion, solicitation to commit murder, and a minor in possession of a controlled dangerous substance. The drug in the syringe she wanted me to use on Ronan was liquid Fentanyl.
I was very lucky to have had a good lawyer, and also grateful for the privilege Iknowthat I have. My killing of the driver was out of self-defense, and it was ruled that with no question. I feared that Ronan would be angry at the system, not me of course, but he only said that was what I deserved.
He was so proud of me for fighting and not giving up. I swear he ate my pussy for hours like I was a five-star restaurant.