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I can’t help but giggle. “I don’t know, but I like feeling it. I don’t want to be dripping while we talk to your family, though, so…”
“Right.” He grabs some paper towels and gingerly wipes the mess from between my thighs, then wipes his cock before tucking himself back into his pants. He helps me slip my panties back on with a pout on his face, like it kills him to cover me back up.
I place a gentle kiss on his lips before we peek out the bathroom door. There’s no one out there, so we walk down the hall. When we pass by what looks to be a storage closet, we hear whispered voices and what sounds like… kissing?
Looks like we weren’t the only ones who couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
Emma gives me a knowing smirk when I stand next to her. “You need to send me the lipstick you’re wearing.”
Heat flushes my cheeks, but Tal rattles off the name of the brand and the shade. “It’s smudge-proof.” He grins proudly.
“I can tell,” Emma deadpans. The tips of Tal’s ears turn pink, but the small smile doesn’t move from his face.
“How do you know what brand and shade it is?” I whisper when the conversation moves on from my lipstick.
“I pay attention to all the products you use in case I need to pick something up. I have a running list in my notes app.”
My heart is going to burst right out of my chest. Marrying Talmage may have been out of desperation and buried feelings, but I lucked out with the best, kindest, most genuine man a girl could ask for.
And he choseme.
“You’re the best husband ever,” I whisper.
Tal smiles at me. “And you’re the best wife. I love you, Firefly.”
“I love you, too.”
Tal and I linger a little while longer, talking to Elli and Wes about our upcoming trip to San Antonio. The twins are going tofreak outover Wes Jones hanging out with us while we’re there. We talk with Emma and Ben about a trip to San Diego. Emma chatters on about all the things we need to do while we’re there and offers to hang out with the twins so Tal and I can have a romantic night out.
Hannah and Morgan give us an open invitation for dinner, saying they want to get to know me better, and my heart is full of gratitude and love for thesenear-strangers who have shown me such compassion and kindness after only knowing me a few hours.
After mending things with Talmage’s parents, knowing the twins have formed a connection with his siblings, and now meeting his cousins, my life is full of so many good connections. Connections I didn’t realize I was missing until now.
Life doesn’t seem so bleak anymore. Marrying Talmage was the best thing I’ve ever done, and I’ll never regret it.
Epilogue
Talmage
4 years later…
“Arson, stop trying to bury your sister!” Mack scolds.
Arson, our six-year-old beagle, is currently spraying dirt at Siren as he digs for… something.
We should have named him something related to excavation considering how many holes are in our backyard. We adopted him three years ago, and while he and Siren get along most of the time, Arson likes to antagonize her.
He pops his head up and gives Mack his best “I’m innocent” head tilt, but my wife is immune to his manipulations.
“Don’t give me that look, buddy. I’ll give you a bath without the bubbles if you keep it up.”
Arson barks in protest but abandons his half-dug hole in order to sniff Siren and make sure she’s not mad at him.
I just woke up after sleeping off a difficult shift where we had to fight a small brush fire at an abandoned field.No one was injured, thank goodness, but it was still taxing. I’m just grateful we were able to put it out in time so I wouldn’t be dead on my feet for today.
Mack’s standing at the stove in nothing but a satin robe barely covering her ass, and I suppress a groan. It’s a big day for her, and we can’t waste any time by fucking.
Even if I’m dying to have the taste of her on my tongue.
