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Joined together by our bodies and our hearts and soon…by the promise of forever.
Epilogue
Two Years Later
Abby
“Close your eyes.”
I roll my eyes and giggle when my husband grabs my hand and pulls me into the elevator. “Tell me again why we’re sneaking up to the rooftop in the middle of the night?” I chuckle when he brings his hands to my eyes to cover them. “Ransom, everyone is asleep.”
“Which is the perfect time to go to the rooftop,” he says, wrapping an arm around my waist and tugging my back to his front. “I want to show you something.”
I smile at that. There’s only one thing on the rooftop of the Steel Rebels’ clubhouse that he might want to show me, and that’s the sky. Watching the stars has been our favorite thing for a long time, and that didn’t change when we got married. After the whole Jack fiasco, everything didn’t go as smoothly as I’d hoped. I thought getting him out of my life would magically make everything perfect, but that didn’t happen.
The nightmares came first. I would dream of an injured Ransom locked in a room with Jack, fighting. I couldn’t reach him no matter how many times I called out to him, and I always woke up sweating and scared that I’d lost him. Next came the bone-chilling fear of going to work and running into Jack. I knew how impossible that was, seeing as he’d suddenly disappeared,but my brain refused to acknowledge that. A part of me was even terrified to go back to the shelter in case my missing ex suddenly showed up there.
The truth is, Jack is gone. His company shut down shortly after the attack. Apparently, there were reports of fraud happening at his company, but there was no arrest because no one knew where he’d disappeared to. I had my suspicions on how those fraud reports became public but figured it was for the best if I forgot about that.
It took longer than I expected to finally heal, and Ransom was there through it all. Even bearing the judgment of my parents when he finally got around to meeting them. He stood between me and them as I told them that I was cutting them out of my life, and he helped me get a restraining order for good measure.
When I first showed up at the shelter, I had nothing other than the clothes on my back, but then I was pulled into a community, one that validated my fears about going to work when they opened a daycare for me to run in the clubhouse. I could do what I loved—take care of young children—while being surrounded and protected by my chosen family.
Two years. Twenty-four months of safety and love, and I couldn’t want for more.
“We’re here.” Ransom’s voice pulls me back to the present, and I catch the ding of the elevator as it opens.
“Are you going to let me open my eyes now?”
“Not yet,” he rasps into my ear. A shiver rolls down my body when he nips at my earlobe. “You can probably guess what I’m about to show you, but maybe act surprised when you see it, okay?”
I chuckle at his words, trusting him to guide me to the rooftop. He drops his hands from my eyes, and I blink them open, trying to adjust to the scene in front of me. There areblankets, pillows, flowers, candles, and a picnic basket arranged at the center.
“Ransom,” I whisper, eyes welling with affection. It’s a re-creation of our living room date two years ago—our first date. Although I knew to expect something like this, I’m surprised by the emotions that overwhelm me. “God!”
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me back against him. “I know I asked you to act surprised—”
“I’m not acting.” I sniff, using his arm to wipe my tears. “I… When I was a teenager, I watched a rom-com with the premise of a forbidden love—the teens were from opposite sides of the tracks. In one scene, the two sneak out and walk to an empty field filled with fireflies, and they lie down to stare up at the stars. They looked so happy, free, and in love, and I thought I wanted that. The field and the fireflies and the stars, but in actuality…” I break the embrace and turn to look at him. “I think what I really wanted was to be happy and free and in love.”
“And are you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, pushing up to kiss him. “You make me happy and free, and I’ve never loved anything as much as I love you and our life together.”
“Then let me make you happier,” he says, and I read the intention in his eyes. He wants to carry me to the blankets and make sweet and slow love to me like he did that night two years ago, but I have plans of my own, plans I demonstrate by dropping to my knees. “Abby—”
“Let me have you this time,” I say, tugging at his sweatpants to reveal his monstrous cock. I lean in and kiss his thigh, smiling when I feel him lengthen to full mast against my face. I’ve always found it fascinating how fast he hardens when I touch him or just how quickly he can get me aroused and trembling in his arms.
“I want to taste you,” I say, thinking about his weight on my tongue, the texture of him when I take him into my mouth. The thought alone has me leaning forward and licking a path up his warm length, loving the feel of him against my tongue.
“Jesus, Abby,” he groans when I grip his cock and start stroking him, using his precum to slick my hand. “Fuck, baby, you’re driving me insane.”
“But I’m only getting started.” I toss him an evil smile before leaning forward and taking his length into my mouth, moaning when I taste him on my tongue. I wrap my lips around him and take him as deep as I can without choking, using a little teeth on the bottom of his shaft as I pull back.
He growls, his hand diving into my hair and grabbing a fistful before pulling my mouth back to his cock. I smile, using my fist first before taking him into my mouth. He makes a deep guttural noise when I tease the head of his shaft with my tongue. My eyes flutter closed as I find a rhythm between my hands and mouth, letting his groans and moans fuel me.
Over the years, I’ve learned that I find so much pleasure in making my husband feel good. Watching him turn helpless as I service him arouses me as much as it does him when he pleasures me. It’s like a switch inside me flips when I’m on my knees and he’s towering over me, thrusting into my mouth.
“Fuck, baby, I’m so close,” Ransom growls, fingers tightening in my hair for a second before his grip loosens. I look up to find his eyes hot and hard with veins popping in his neck. “I need to be inside of you. Now.”
