by CC Monroe
“I love you. So much.”
I wait a minute, letting a comfortable moment of silence pass. “I have something to tell you.”
JJ groans, a lighter side of her showing for the first time today. “I can’t handle any more bad news.”
I laugh. “This isn’t. I swear.”
“Uh, okay, what is it?” Reaching one hand to my bedside table, I take out the paper and hand it to her.
Sitting up, she brings the sheet to her chest and looks at me quizzically. “What’s this?”
“Open it.” Her eyes roam over the paper, and joy covers her face.
“Is this our baby girl?”
I nod, slowly running my knuckles up and down her bare spine. “Yes, the doctor printed you a few pictures so you could see she does, in fact, have girly bits.”
Wonderment fills her eyes, tears falling, and then she’s on me, straddling and peppering me in kisses.
“We’re having a girl. A girl!” She laughs, and then her face softens. “You’re my forever,” she whispers, cupping my face.
Looking up at her above me, I tuck her hair behind her ear and look deep in her eyes, all the way down to her soul, making sure she hears me when I say this to her.
“You’re the one who broke all my rules,” I repeat what I told her the day we decided to chase whatever this was. And it became forever. It was that “boom” moment the second I laid eyes on her, and I’m so glad I went against all my natural instincts.
“You’re the one who made me.” Just like that, I look my fate in the eye, my forever, my life in the palm of a beautiful, sassy, independent siren’s hand, who stole my everything.
I didn’t need any of this, nor did I want it. Until JJ.
Epilogue
JJ
Six years later
“Oh yes, don’t stop!” I rush out a whispered cry of pleasure. Brew doesn’t let up, licking my clit relentlessly. My hands are cuffed to the headboard, suddenly my punishment becoming a reward.
“You want to try and test me again? Tease me with this body?” Tonight, we went out with our friends, and I wanted so badly to get his attention in a way I haven’t had since we had our second daughter, Lucia. She’s six months, and I haven’t had my rough, dominant husband since we found out I was pregnant with her.
And now, with our daughters Lucia and Darian with their grandparents, I’m at the mercy of his skilled, punishing hands. I wore the shortest dress I could; I teased him all night on the dance floor and denied him any touches the whole time. Until he was mad with lust.
“No, sir. I won’t do it again. Now please, spank me,” I beg, and he doesn’t hesitate. Secretly, I know he wants to do this too and has missed possessing me this way. Sitting up on his knees, he spreads my thighs far enough apart that my knees nearly touch the bed. I watch him take his large, thick cock and slide it into my soaking center. We both moan out a sigh of relief.
“Fuck, all these years and you are still deadly for me. You bring me to my knees, baby.” Holding my hips like an anchor, he starts to fuck me hard. So hard the headboard hits the wall, and he is unyielding. He has purpose. There is something behind his insatiable lust and lovemaking.
“Tell me what you want, Brew,” I voice, but I already know.
“I want more. Give me a son. Give me more.” He fucks me harder, and I cry out.
“We just— oh God!”
He flicks my clit. “You do what I say, baby. I want another.”
“Yes! Yes, sir.” I don’t lay down for anyone or take orders from others, but my husband, he gets what he wants—and full transparency, I love it. I love that he takes what he wants from me, because really, it’s what I want to give to him. I love being owned.
And for almost seven years, Brew Axton has owned me. He changed me that night when he picked me up from the airport. There was no going back. I was his, and he knew it. I met my match, and I didn’t stand a chance at fighting it.
He doesn’t let up until he demands we come together, and when we do, the room vibrates with our moans and growls. We ride out the orgasm until we have no strength left. Falling beside me, he pulls me up and over him. My body lies flat against his. Our breaths evening out, the sweat from our bodies turns to a light sheen, and we finally talk.
“You really want another?” I ask, kissing his neck and jaw.
“I want another and then another and then another. Until you tell me no, I won’t fucking stop.” He slaps my ass, and I laugh.
“I want to give you anything you want, Brew.”
Tilting his chin down, he looks at me with a cocked brow.
“JJ Axton, the woman who can’t be told what to do, wants to give me what I want.”
Smacking his chest, I scoff. “Like I haven’t all these years. Maybe before you, I was that woman. But not now.”
“Good. Because I’m going to keep loving you like this, and I won’t let you ever forget it. You are mine, JJ. Someone owns you, and you own me. That’s the end of that story, baby.”
“I love you,” I whisper, meaning this without any more teasing or mocking. I truly love him. More than one person should love another. Kismet souls, two unlikely people who changed for each other.
“I love you too,” he responds just as softly.
Who knew I could love so deeply and freely? I didn’t. No, not Until Brew.
The End
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About the Author
Author CC Monroe is from the hottest city in the world, Phoenix, Arizona. She spends her days working and her nights with her face in her laptop telling the stories of the voices in her mind. She left Arizona a few years back and now lives in the beautiful snow state of Utah, where she married her true love and raising her beautiful baby boy!
This author loves to write insta love that will leave you blushing during the steamy scenes and crying when romance gets a little angsty
When she isn't writing or working, she is making people laugh with her mad sense of humor and tip of the tongue one liners.
