by Aria Cole
Second Epilogue
Skylar - four years later
“I look fat.” I pouted in the mirror.
“Shh.” Hudson’s hands circled my waist, nuzzling against my ear. “You look fucking delicious. I want to peel this frilly shit off you and taste you with my tongue.”
“That’s your dick talking. He doesn't get a vote.”
My husband’s laugh echoed around the penthouse suite he’d rented for us overlooking the city. “Like hell, he doesn’t. He picked you, didn’t he?”
I rolled my eyes then shifted subjects. “How do you think the kids are? Should we call them?”
“No way. You’re all mine tonight. I’m sure they’re being spoiled with ice cream and movies with Grandma right now.”
I sighed, unable to help the worry from shooting through me. I’d quickly learned after having a baby that you were essentially carving your heart in pieces and giving it away to another human being, letting it walk around outside your body. “Do you think the boys are being nice to Claudia?”
“Boys always pick on their sisters, it’s a thing. Look how I pick on you.” He winked. “Kinky mama.”
“I can’t believe you won’t let me live it down.” The memory of the night we’d found out we were stepsiblings still came back to me. It wasn’t such a big deal anymore, even Hudson’s mom had grown to accept it and love us together, but I think the grandkids had more to do with that than anything else.
And now here we were, tied to each other in blood, and now finally in name.
We shared three gorgeous kids, Blake, Lawson, and Claudia, and we were all still packed like sardines into the house we’d been in since the beginning. I loved that place, but it was time to sell. Hudson had already purchased a large plot of land outside of town for us, and building was set to start on our new, stupidly spacious home the very next week.
Tomorrow morning, we were flying to Hawaii for our honeymoon, after our parents and children had attended a small ceremony on the rooftop of the highest building in the city. It was small, intimate, so perfect, and my dad was even able to walk me down the aisle, Blake and Lawson giggling behind him in their little man-suits. The most precious memory of my life would always be that one. Claudia had clapped happily on the sidelines in her frilly white dress. Tears had sparkled in my eyes as I exchanged vows to love and honor my husband, our children as witnesses.
It was the perfect wedding, the perfect moment, and now we were set to take off for the perfect honeymoon. It was just that I hadn’t spent more than a single night away from them yet, so leaving for a week was like another form of torture.
“You're overthinking again, precious.” Hudson’s palms crawled up my legs under the silky fabric that fell in an A-line down my hips.
“Mmm, I can't imagine what the cure for that is.” I looped my hand around his neck, finally succumbing to the lure of the first few moments alone with my gorgeous husband.
“I can.” He hummed, dropping to his knees and lifting my wedding gown over his head, slipping under and finding me bare underneath, just for him. “Jesus, Sky, what are you trying to do to me? If I would have known you didn’t wear panties to our wedding…?”
I dissolved in a fit of giggles before he stroked in one long, delicious lick up the seam of my pussy. “Oh God.”
“My favorite words,” he mumbled against my clit, teeth clamping on and dragging, ricocheting a thousand bullets of arousal through my body. “I had no idea my stepsister’s pussy could taste so sweet.”
“Oh my God, Hudson.” I swatted his head before he caught my wrist, sucking one finger into his mouth, his lips covered in my arousal. Tornadoes of lust swirled in my stomach as his tongue worked up and down my finger, teeth nipping at the tip before he ducked back under the dress, attacking my pussy with his tongue and fingers again.
I sighed and arched against the wall as his finger sank inside me, his tongue sucking and lapping at my hot flesh.
“Fuck, you’re amazing, Hudson. Completely amazing.”
“Don’t forget it, Skylar Farrow.” His name married with mine was so erotic, my release passed the point of no return. My thighs began to shake, my fingers tugging at his hair as he continued his assault on my cunt. “Feels really fucking good to give you my name.”
He sank another finger into me, and I splintered in a dozen different directions, my heart sliced into shards as I came apart under his hands.
I loved this man, loved him against all my better judgment, against the wishes of everyone we knew, and it was the very best thing that could have ever happened to me.
Hudson and I were only strangers in the night, but when I found him, I found my other half.
Hudson and Skylar Farrow.
It had a nice ring to it.
I grinned, Hudson sliding the dress up my body and depositing it in a heap on the floor before his lips attached to mine.
“You and those kids are the best things that have ever happened to me,” he whispered, sending heat through my skin. “Even if we are kinda sorta related.”
“Hudson!” I swatted his chest.
“Kiss me, step-sis. I need all of you tonight, and every other night of forever.”
THE END
Acknowledgments
I have to thank my ever so loving and patient husband. You truly are my HEA, babe. < 3 Thank you to Aria's Assassins for keeping my fire burning. I am forever grateful for your love and cheerleading! I can't thank the ArdentProse team enough. You ladies make my life so much easier and I love you for it! To my ladies... the ladies that love to get lost in books about true and last lasting love... THANK YOU!!! Writing books you love is what keeps me going. You are my rock stars!
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