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There’s no denying the sounds coming from this stall, and I don’t give a fuck if anyone can hear us outside of it because as long as I have my girl’s pussy, hands, or mouth wrapped around my cock, I’m a happy fucking man.
She’s all mine.
“Fin,” Cedar drags out when I arch my hips and pass my piercing along her G-spot, over and over again. She tightens, her dewy skin a nice shade of flushed as she grips the railing and angles her hips up to match my punishing pace. “I’m gonna cum, hotshot.”
“That’s right,” I growl and pull at her shoulder until her back meets my chest and my hips slam against her ass. “Cum on my cock, Cedar.”
“Ung …”She sinks her claws into my arm that snakes around her shoulders and holds her in place while she takes my cock. “Gonna…”
“Now, Cedar,”I growl when my balls draw up tight and my abs flex and the orgasm crashes into both of us in dirty waves of filthy words and the sounds of skin on skin.
Easing her back over, I make sure her hand is back on the railing before rolling my hips and thrust my still leaking cock inside my girl. She flutters around me and groans, her walls tightening with the aftershocks of a solid orgasm.
“I want you to go out there,” I say, my voice deep when I pull my cock from her heat and wrap my fingers in her loose dark locks as the material at her waist falls back down around her legs. “With my cum dripping out of that sweet,sweetpussy.” I drag her in the upright position by the strands in my fist, her back flush to my chest, her lips parted in a pant I don’t wait to taste.
“Fin.” Cedar shudders against me, but I don’t stop.
“And tell your daddy he’s beenreplaced.”
Epilogue Two
Jaxon
Sittingaloneatthebar of a wedding that my little girl officiated,with a smooth tumbler of tequila warming in my grip, is not where I thought I’d end up.
But that’s life, isn’t it?
Never expecting the outcome of where things lead you—like Cedar’s mother and me, for example.
Meeting and falling in love with such a fiery free spirit was never part of the plans when I signed up to go to war, and I certainly didn’t expect that same free spirit to stick it out, being a military wife and all, and give me the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
That woman was the love of my life.
She’d be so proud of our little girl. Pissed at herself for missing the signs like I did, but damn proud of the woman Cedar has become in spite of it all.
Considering I’m still haunted by my late wife’s dulled eyes—the very same ones I see full of life in my kid—I think I did pretty good raising our daughter on my own.
See, Cedar never really had any chance of a relationship with her mother because my kind and loving Melany’s mind took her way before her body decided to it was time. Her mental health took a dive during the pregnancy and the woman I fell in love with never came back to me.
It’s been thirty years and the ache in my chest still sits wide the fuck open.
I got to watch it all happen, in slow motion, like a bad movie on repeat. Melany refused help, pushed me away to the point of locking me out of our bedroom on a regular basis, and finally took matters into her own hands the night of our little girl’s third birthday.
After that … all I could do was channel my grief into protecting my daughter.
She was all I had left.
So when I found out about Jeremy, it was like a kick straight to my heart. Another instance where I’d missed the signs. Another place I’d failed, except I didn’t.
My little princess braved that shit and got out before it took her from me, too.
And while I found out the truth of it all way too many years later, I was finally able to do something about it and know that my little girl would still be surrounded by love and protection, even if I wasn’t around.
That’s all I needed.
I found the boys at the trailer that day, roughing up the shit stain that put his hands on my little girl in ways she didn’t like, and it was then that I knew for sure that my princess had found her next chapter. That she’d be safe without me if need be.
I made sure they all got out before I handcuffed the dirty stain of a guy to the water heater and turned all the gas burners on full blast minus the flame. I knew it wouldn’t take long to get enough gas in the house to either cut off the shit stain’s final brain cells or blow.
