Hate Me Extended Epilogue:
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Finn
My headlights illuminate the driveway and the sound of the crunching gravel under my tires has become a soothing homecoming ballad. I had business until tonight in the city. The meeting ran much later than expected because Cash insisted on finishing the bottle of tequila Cortez brought as a gift. I’m glad he’ll be the one to assign Roan the job tomorrow. He’s going to throw a fucking fit.
I wanted to make it back to the farm before Effie went to bed, but now I’m just hoping I don’t wake her up. My chest fills with anticipation, as I park and exit my car, just to be near her again. Three years of marriage and I still crave her presence like I crave air. The lights are off in the barn when I sneak inside. We never moved out even though we continued to build on the property–an office, a studio, a gym.
My heartbeats are heavier than my steps as I climb up to the loft, eager to slip in behind her in bed and feel her body tucked against mine. She’s curled on her side, her dark hair spilling over the pillows and the sheets pulled down to show the soft skin of her bare shoulder. I toe my shoes off at the foot of the bed, watching the moonlight hit her face.
When I begin to unbutton my shirt, she stirs and I freeze, not wanting to disturb her more but she softly mumbles, “I’m awake, Finn. Just take your damn clothes off and get in bed.” A small smile pulls on her lips as she cracks one eye open and looks at me. “Please.”
I tuck my chin and lock my gaze with hers as I slowly work my way down the buttons. I shirk the shirt down my arms and Effie bites her lip, rolling over and propping herself up on her elbows. She cants her head to the side as I reach for my belt, a playful wickedness sparking in her eyes.
I unbuckle my belt and pull it unhurriedly through the loops while she teases the sheet lower in pace with me. Only when I undo my button and fly does she let it fall enough to show me her breasts. These are the moments that I covet. When we move slowly and unrushed. I soak in her beauty like it’s the first time. Her mussed hair frames her face and hooded eyes. My fingers ache to tangle into the strands and clutch her tight while my tongue explores my favorite parts of her.
My pants fall past my hips and I step out of the pool of denim at my feet. At the same time, Effie spreads her knees and draws them up, my mouth watering for her to push the sheets further down knowing her perfect pussy will be on display like the fucking masterpiece it is. She’s everything I want and everything I need.
My cock tents my boxers and I stroke it over the fabric. My spine lights up as I watch Effie’s breaths deepen as her gaze cuts to the motion. “Are you wet for your husband?”
She nods and small, breathless “yes” spills from her lips. “If you want my cock, show me that pretty pussy.”
She hesitates and I know it’s only to heighten the tension, to leave me wanting just a little longer. Then she pushes the sheet all the way off and spreads her palm between her breasts. She gives me the look of a temptress as her hand snakes down her soft belly and between her legs. I can’t help but groan as I watch, burning, her two fingers glide down either side of her clit, spreading herself open.
“I want to hear it, princess. Let me hear how much that needy cunt wants me.” I tug off my boxers and kneel on the bed, her breath hitching as I place my palms on the mattress and look at her with hunger. Because I am truly starving and she’s the only thing I want to devour.
Her rich eyes feel like hot water, both searing and soothing, as she watches me crawl forward between her legs. A moan comes from her lips in a tantalizing exhale as she slips two fingers into her pussy. Slowly, she fingers herself, pumping in and out so I can hear how wet she is. Fucking perfect.
I raise up on my knees and hook her legs over my arms. Pulling her fingers out, she lifts them between us and the drunken look in her eyes has me opening my mouth. Sliding her fingers coated in her lust between my lips makes the knot in my stomach burst into flames. I tug her sharply down the bed, loving the way she gasps and her breasts rise on a deep inhale.
I reach for a condom in the nightstand, my erection hard and painful and so damn eager for her. She stops my hand and I arch a brow her direction, “You’re back on birth control?” She’d been in the process of switching to a different brand of pill.
She nods, her pretty pink tongue flicking out to wet her lip and I groan at the sight. “But you can fuck me like I’m not.”
A deep rumble builds in my chest as I hike her legs higher and line my cock up at her entrance. “My princess…” One snap of my hips and I bury myself in her. “My wife…” Drawing out, I pound back in. “My whore…” I thrust harder and deeper and her back arches off the mattress as a cry tumbles out of her. “Begging to be fucked and pumped full of cum.”
“Yes, please—oh fuck, that feels good,” she mewls as I drive my cock in and out of her perfect pussy.
Her body is soft and hot around me even though the barn has a crisp nighttime chill. Her heat melts into me as feel her consume me–my heart, my body, my fucking soul. Pleasure skates across my skin and every time she moans it makes the primitive part of me purr with gratification.
I know I won’t last long. She feels too fucking good. Like she was made for me and this was always where we were meant to be. “Rub your clit, baby. I want you to come on this cock.”
Her brows pinch together, her lips parting ever so slightly as she follows my instructions. “That’s a good fucking girl.” Her body reacts like a well-tuned instrument clenching around my length and making my balls ache for release.
My voice is strained and raw as I speak through the intense building pleasure, “God, I missed fucking you bare, feeling every inch of you, watching you take me with nothing between us.”
“Fuck, Finneas,” she moans and I feel the beginning of her orgasm. “I need you to come right now–Oh god–” She throws her head back into the pillow as she cries out, her body trembling around my cock and in my arms, pulling me over the edge with her.
A groan rips from my lungs as I spill deep inside her. I fall forward to cage her with my body and wrap her legs around my waist. I’m catching my breath in satisfied sighs as she trails a tender finger across my forehead, brushing my hair aside, and down my temple. I inhale, she smells like sex and home.
Her skin has a slight sheen of sweat as I roll to the side and tug her into my chest. She hums contentedly and my eyes grow heavy, sated. “Now I’m ready to sleep,” she lets out an airy chuckle.
“I couldn’t agree more,” I murmur, nuzzling into her hair, “Good night, princess. I love you.”
She responds by tapping our rhythm on my forearm wrapped across her chest and I fall asleep knowing I am one half of a perfect whole.
Read Keep Me, book 3 in the Fox Family Crime Syndicate series to find out how Roan handles his new assignment for the Cortez Cartel.