Never Let go

by Darling, Lucy

  Epilogue

  Bunny

  “This is terrible.” I grab the pot from off the stove, dropping it into the sink. Jameson hides his laugh behind his coffee. “Should you be out milking a pig or something? I mean cow!” This time he can’t hide his laughter. His deep grumble booms throughout the kitchen, making me smile too. He always makes me smile. I might suck at cooking but life is wonderful. It has been since the moment I met Jameson. “I can’t cook. I give up.”

  I’d gotten the wild idea that I was going to plant a small garden in the backyard and try to make fresh baby food. I am only in the beginning stages of everything but it isn’t going as planned. Even my test runs are failing. I’m only five months pregnant, but I thought with a little practice I would get this down. Nope. I was wrong. Obviously you have to be a master chef in order to make this stuff.

  “We can buy baby food,” he reminds me, sitting his coffee down. At least I’ve mastered that coffee machine and breakfast. I’m not sure that really counts because I just put bacon in the oven and make eggs with toast. There might be a few shells in them but there’s nothing wrong with that. Jameson still eats them with a smile on his face. That alone brings me joy.

  “I know.” I let out a sigh. It’s over a year out before we’ll even need baby food but I was trying things out. I wanted to explore my capabilities. To see if I might have any other passions that I wasn’t aware of. I love the thrill I get from trying new things. So much of my life has been about dancing and playing the violin.

  I had traveled so much and seen so many places that I never had much time to try anything else out. Now I have a wonderful husband who loves me and wants me to do whatever it is that makes me happy. I’ve never felt this type of freedom before. I still love to dance and play my violin, but it’s nice to have options.

  I should give knitting a go. Everyone is doing that now. “I feel like I should be doing more.”

  Jameson pushes back from his chair, coming around the counter to me. He grabs me by my hips, lifting me to sit on top of the island. I place my hands on his chest. I am more than used to my husband picking me up and moving me where he wants.

  “All you should do is relax. We have all the time in the world to go out on the land.” He is right. As always. Not that I’m going to say that out loud.

  “I know. Princess just misses me riding her.” Since we found out that I’m pregnant I don’t get to ride anymore. I still go out to see her and King. I have to do other things around here but I wanted to help Jameson more. He’s always taking care of me. Jameson leans in, brushing his mouth against mine.

  “Princess can’t have riders either.”

  “No,” I breathe out. “Is she?”

  “Yeah, Bunny. She is.”

  I let out a small scream. We’re going to have more babies around here. I’m so excited at the thought of having a baby horse. I’ll need to pick a name.

  “What do we do? Should we give her extra treats? She should relax more. Maybe she—”

  “You know you’re listing all the things I tell you to do?” he teases me.

  “Maybe because you are constantly telling me to do them.” I smile at him. I enjoy teasing him once in a while. His hand slips up under my long flowy dress.

  “It’s nap time.” He lifts me off the counter by my ass, carrying me through the house.

  “I don’t think a nap is what you have in mind.” I lean in, kissing his neck. His hold on my ass tightens. “Oh, your mom is coming over,” I remind him.

  She always comes over in the afternoons. She and I have gotten so close. She really is the mother I never had. She’s been at my side from the start. From planning our small wedding to reassuring me about motherhood. Jameson didn't only give me himself, but he gave me his family too. Something that I never really had before. It’s nice to have people that care about you and want to spend time with you.

  “We have an hour.” He puts me down next to the bed. In one yank he’s got my dress pooling at my bare feet leaving me naked in front of him. His hands roam over my body, stopping at my stomach. It’s something he always does.

  He drops to his knees in front of me. He grips my hips, pushing me back to sit on the side of the bed as he places a kiss over my small bump. I’m a touch on the bigger side. I think our little boy is going to be as big as his daddy. Jameson says that’s good because he’s going to need his son to help look after the daughter we’ll have next if she looks anything like me.

  I spread my legs some, but he grabs them, spreading them more. He gets his grip on me as I fall back onto the bed. I look up at the ceiling as I reach down, needing to touch my husband.

  “Jay.” I moan as his tongue circles my clit. “Don’t tease. I need you inside of me.” I gasp when he grips me harder, burying his whole face between my legs. Eating me like a starved man. He sends me over the edge. The orgasm rolls through me and I cry out his name.

  A moment later he’s inside of me, his mouth coming down on mine. I taste my own pleasure on his lips as he moves in and out of me. With each stroke he brings me closer to orgasm.

  “Bunny.” He groans my name. “I love you so damn much.” My eyes sting with tears because I love him so damn much too. This man has become my whole world. I have no idea how I ever was without him. He makes the world feel so different to me. With him, life is just about living and being happy. About loving the people that love you in return. He sees the true me. I no longer feel as though I’m some doll on a stage. He is the only audience I’ll ever need for the rest of my life.

  “I love you too,” I breathe out. He rolls, taking me with him. My hands fall to his chest as I straddle him. His go to my hips as he moves me up and down on him as I try to get my bearings. The pleasure is too much. My head falls forward, my hair falling all around us.

  “Fuck, you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “Better be,” I try and tease, but it comes out in a moan as he thrusts up inside me deeper. My nails dig into his chest. Even with him being under me he still has the control. He always does when it comes to my body. He always will when it comes to my heart too. All of me really. I trust him to handle me with care. To know what I need. It feels good to be able to lean on someone and know they will always put you first.

  I pick up the rhythm, chasing the pleasure that I know he can give me. His hands reach up, groping my breasts. His fingers toy with my nipples as he continues to thrust up into me.

  “Give it to me, sweet girl. Let me feel you come all over my cock.” That’s all it takes to send me over the edge. I scream his name as the orgasm hits me. My vision blurs for a moment as it moves through my body until I slump forward, lying on his chest as he continues to pump into me. “So fucking tight.” My name slips past his lips seconds before I feel his hot seed fill me.

  I bury my face in his chest, not wanting to move. I don’t have to. Jameson would lie like this forever if he knew it would make me happy. It is the kind of man he is. Rough around the edges but with me he is nothing but sweet. Except when I need those bossy tendencies of his. Then he gives them to me.

  “I love you.” I turn my head, kissing his chest.

  “Love you, too.” His arms wrap around me, holding me tight. The night I met Jameson, fear pushed me right into his arms. I was leaving a life behind because I thought I was scared. When really I didn't love the life I had. Then there was Jameson. I took his hand and he took me home. All my fears faded away even though the threat of what I thought I feared was still out there.

  It was Jameson that washed them all away. Showed me the life I truly longed for and then gave it to me. Sometimes you have to walk through your fears to see what you’re truly afraid of. On the other side there might be a whole new life waiting for you.

  I have mine and I’m never letting him go.

  Epilogue

  Jameson

  “Is that glitter on Princess’ hooves?” my son Joshua asks. I don’t have to look to know it is. I hope glitter is a phase
because that shit is messy. “Ah, man. She put it on King too.” I look over at my son. He pulls his ball cap off, running his fingers through his short dark hair that is every inch of his mama’s. He’s got her eyes too. The rest of him is all me. It had been hard for me watching Bunny in labor.

  She is so tiny and I believe Josh weighed almost as much as her when he was born. She had to have a C-section because our son was too big. She handled it like it was nothing, smiling from ear to ear asking when we’d have our next. I’d needed a minute. That whole thing had scared the shit out of me. But then I remembered how it felt to spill myself deep into her, knowing we were creating life and the way she’d looked round with my child. That caused me to reconsider.

  “I think it looks good on them.” He gives me a look I’m sure I’ve given him a time or two. “If you take it off she’ll just put it back on.”

  “I know.” He grabs an apple, giving it to Princess before he starts brushing her again. I see him smiling now. “It’s not too bad.” I had a feeling he’d come around. I knew he wasn't going to go in and tell his sister it looked like shit. That little girl has everyone in this house wrapped around her finger. That talent she definitely gets all from her mother. Us Price men are suckers for these girls.

  “I’m headed in.” Josh nods at me.

  “I’ll be in soon.” I grab ahold of him, pulling him into me. He wraps his arms around me as I kiss him on top of his head. I don’t care how old he gets, he’ll never be too old for me to show him my affection. It’s something that Bunny and I do a lot. She didn’t have that growing up and she wants to make sure our kids know they are loved. She said one hug or one compliment could make a world of difference.

  “Help me with dinner when you’re done.”

  “Yeah, I’m going to grab some of the eggs. I told Daisy that we could make a cake tonight.”

  “You’re a good brother.” I let him go, heading inside to check on our girls. The sound of music has me moving to the other end of the house toward Bunny’s studio. I built it not long after we got married. I knew she didn't want to perform anymore, but she loves to dance.

  I wanted her to still have access to that creative outlet. It had been such an important part of her life for so long. Plus, she is so talented. It was good for her to finally be able to express herself without all of the lights on her. She dances for herself now. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy watching her too. There have been many nights that I’ve taken her in that studio. Pretty sure our daughter was conceived in it.

  I step into the room to see my daughter spinning around in circles watching Bunny’s moves. I smile seeing her in her cowboy boots and hat paired with a pink tutu. She is going to be a handful when she gets older. I’m going to need more sons.

  I lean up against the doorframe, watching them dance together. Neither of them notice me. Both of them are lost in their own world together. Something they often do. Bunny has tried so many times to get Daisy to wear ballet shoes, but it never goes over well. She finally gave in and let her wear those boots.

  Both of them are smiling ear to ear as they dance together. Daisy tilts her head back, her cowboy hat almost falling off her head when she spots me. She twirls her way over before throwing herself at me. I catch her midair, lifting her in my arms. She plants a kiss right on me.

  “You guys done in the barn?”

  “Josh is still getting you eggs for your cake.”

  She squeals in delight. I give her a hug, putting her down on her feet. She takes off to find her brother. Bunny flips off the music. I move to her and wrap my arm around her, pulling her into me. The other goes to the small bump already forming.

  “We can’t let her cook the cake. I want to be able to eat some,” Bunny says, making me laugh. “Why couldn't she pick up yours or your mom’s cooking skills?”

  “She’ll get better.” I think. Bunny never did, but I didn't give her much of a chance. Between Mom and me, the kitchen was always full of food. I get off on cooking for her. I put her in my lap and feed her from my hand. Maybe it’s some kink or some shit, I don’t know, but I enjoy the hell out of it. It’s probably my need to take care of her that has me enjoying it so much.

  “I hope so, because she loves to cook.” Bunny drops her head back, offering me a kiss. I take it and a little more, making her moan into my mouth.

  “How much time do we have?” She pushes more into me. I lift her off her feet, carrying her over to the door. I kick it shut, flicking the lock. I knew I put one on there for a reason. I pin my wife to it, taking her mouth in a deep kiss. I’ll never get enough of her.

  “We have enough time for me to make you come.”

  She nods her head in agreement. Her lips are red from my mouth. “Hold it up for me.” I drop to my knees in front of her, pushing the dress up her legs. She grabs it like I told her, holding it up. I bury my face between her legs, breathing in her sweet scent.

  “Jay.” She pushes herself into my mouth, wanting my tongue. I grab her panties, pulling them to the side before I dip my tongue between her folds. Her pussy is already wet for me. The sweet taste of her on my tongue has cum leaking from my cock. It’s begging to be let loose and be inside of her.

  “I’m sorry, Bunny. I should have eaten you at lunch. You had to go all day without my mouth.” It was too long for her. Hell, it was too long for me. I haven’t had her taste in my mouth since I woke her up with my head between her thighs this morning.

  “Stop talking.” She wiggles against me. I hide my smile against her pussy, taking another long lick of her before I focus in on her clit. I suck and lick her the way she likes it, making her come for me. I keep her pinned to the door as she comes undone, sucking every last drop of her I can get. It will have to hold me over until bed tonight. I reach down to adjust my cock.

  I stand, keeping my hold on her as she relaxes into me, enjoying what I did to her body. She kisses my neck.

  “You’re so good to me.”

  I’ll never be another way when it comes to her.

  “No, Bunny you’re good to me.” I sweep her off her feet, unlocking the door. I carry her out and back into the kitchen, setting her down. I plant a long kiss on her.

  “Break it up, you two,” Josh says as he strolls in with his sister hot on his heels.

  “They’re supposed to kiss. They’re in love.” Daisy says it with a dreamy sigh.

  “Well, you’re not kissing anyone,” Josh informs her. Maybe I won’t need extra sons. Josh looks like he’s got it down pat already.

  “Am too. I’m gonna kiss Eric one day.” Well, shit. Can’t say I didn't see that coming but in like twenty years. Bunny hides her laugh behind her hand.

  “You stay away from my best friend,” Josh orders her. She gives a dramatic eye roll.

  “Why don’t we focus on cake?” Bunny chimes in before they can start fighting. I run my hand across her stomach, deciding I don’t want to go anywhere, so I pick her back up and put her down in my lap. She leans back against me while we watch the two of them destroy the kitchen so we can all eat cake to spoil our dinner.

  Life is sweet. I never doubted for a moment that Bunny would be mine after she first stepped out onto that stage. I had felt her in my soul before I even laid eyes on her. I was lucky enough to get my hands on her and I plan on never letting go.

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