Page 39 of Naughty Irish Fate
Epilogue
Five Months Later
Rooker
Watching Bronwyn in a tiny bikini as she lies on the plank bow of the boat makes my cock twitch.
Sun shines down on her and bounces off the glittering sea we coast along. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. And mine. That tiny bikini is about to come off and I’m about to come inside. Literally.
After spending the past months on this boat together, one might think I’ve had enough of her. They would be wrong. I could sail the seas with this woman for the rest of forever and never have enough.
It took a few days of healing back home before I felt right about getting back on a boat. My beautiful baby was all too happy to nurse me back to health, of course. I was right—she made a fuckhot nurse. Even wore some white stockings and a hot little nurse get-up that I got to tear off her.
Her pal Bryan was not too pleased to find me nailing her in the apartment he was now owner of, but fuck him. At least he got the message she was mine at last. I mean, she was shouting my name and begging me to give her more, so how could he not?
Really, he’s a good dude who just couldn’t help but love her. I know the feeling. Hard not to love Bronwyn. After I came home to her, I could see he was disappointed. But he knew I loved her. Knew I made her happy. And that was enough for him.
Last I heard Trudi was letting him scratch her itches. Looks like we all came out okay. Trudi is a solid one who looked after my beautiful baby when she needed it most. I hope she finds whatever she’s looking for. Maybe it’s Bryan. Maybe it’s Ruddy. Whatever it is, she deserves it.
“Rook...”Damn, I love when she says my name that way. Really, I love every way she says my name.
This way, low and sexy as she draws the ‘o’s out lets me know she’s hot and not from the sun. I step down from the bridge where I finished setting our course—we plan to finally visit Belfast this week—and head for her.
By the time I reach her, my trunks are gone. Watching her creamy skin turn pink in the sun, I stroke my cock slowly. Fuck, she’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen. And she’s all fucking mine.
“Take that shit off.” I growl as I walk between her long legs, kicking them wide apart.
Before I kneel between her legs, her suit is gone. Her hands slip over her body, pausing to cup and plump her perfect tits. Whimpering as she tugs at her nipples, she wriggles beneath me. I press my cock to her pussy, grunting to find it wet and hot. I don’t push inside though.
“Need to flip a coin, baby? Or do I get to call how I’m going to fuck you?” Bronwyn arches towards me, reaching for me with greedy hands.
“No, baby. No coin. Just fuck me, please.” I twist out of her reach to drop between her legs.
We like to play a game with that coin. If I call it—which it seems to be the case more often lately—I get to do whatever I want to her. If she calls it she gets to take the lead. Either way I get whatever I want.
Bronwyn also uses it to choose where we will head to next. I let her choose between two places, she flips a coin, and then I plot the course. I call her my second and it makes my dick hard when she calls me her captain.
Shouldering her thighs open, I bend and lick her slit. Bronwyn moans and bucks beneath me, shoving her pussy into my face and begging for more. Always wanting more. More I will always give her.
“Make me come, baby. I am so hot... please, Rook.” Smiling against her because shit, she’s always hot, I suck her clit into my mouth and shove two fingers inside her. I do make her come.
As she’s shuddering and telling me she loves me, I slip between her thighs and shove inside her. I close my mouth around her left nipple while my hand tweaks the other. I pound into her hard and fast, needing to feel her come.
“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop!” Shoving her legs up and back, I angle my hips so I can dig deeper, harder, faster.
“Never. Fucking never. Come on my cock, Wynnie. Come and tell me you love me.” I rub at her clit and she shouts my name as she comes.
“Yes! I love you, baby. I love you Rooker.” Shoving inside her tightness as it chokes my dick, I come hard, panting as I collapse.
Rolling off her, I stay inside her and drag her atop me. It’s just a few minutes before I'm hard and she starts fucking me again. It’s always like this. We never get enough. I’m shocked we stop in ports long enough to see sights instead of sailing the seas and fucking.
We have seen plenty of the world but we still have plenty to see.
After the accident, I did go into business with my brother Hyde. While Bronwyn got me back on my feet we got the ball rolling. I don’t need to be at an office to be in business with him but we have been back to meet his wife and two kids a few times and show my face.
Wyn has never told me where she wants to call home. Somewhere in Maine near my brother and our business or back in Shore Ridge. Doesn’t matter to me. Wyn is my home wherever we are.
We want a family though. It was the first thing we talked about once we got out on the water together. After a few ports, there was little we hadn’t talked about. But I’ll never forget that first night.
