Unwritten (16 page)
Authors: Tressie Lockwood
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #United States, #African American, #Romance, #Contemporary, #Multicultural, #Multicultural & Interracial
“Weren’t you hurt?” she teased.
“I’ll feel it after.”
She pouted at him. “You made me take it easy.”
“Who’s fault was it I lost control, woman? You shook your ass in my face. You know how that turns me on.”
“Okay, next time I’ll shake my boobs.”
“And you’ll get the same!”
They tumbled together on the bed. As much as they’d lost over the last day, she couldn’t believe she was so happy. Maybe it was because the nightmare was over. They were safe, and most important of all, together—for good this time.
“Once more, Kian?” she suggested, seeing his cock growing out again.
His green eyes flashed with mischief, and he held up his fore and middle finger. “Two times. I’m just getting started!”
Epilogue
A hint of sadness touched Evie’s heart with regret and loss, but even as she stooped to place flowers on Anthony’s grave, nothing could douse the joy. She whispered a few words like she always did, and said a prayer. Then she strode a little ways to Leo’s grave and did the same for him. She couldn’t believe Leo had made her beneficiary to several little businesses, including the bar. Insurance had paid for a total remodel, and she’d opened the place once more, but decided not to work there. The manager she had hired did just fine. Besides, she neither needed the money, nor had the time or will to work the crazy hours.
“Ready, baby?” Kian called out to her from the road where he had parked the car. She heaved a sigh and turned toward her husband. Kian leaned against the vehicle, and through the window, she caught the sound of an oldie but goodie on the radio. Her six-month-old baby boy wiggled in his daddy’s arms while Kian tried to order the unruly curls. He could forget it because Kian Junior had a mixture of both their hair textures.
“Yes, I’m ready,” she called, and started toward them.
“Yay,” her daughter shouted, and jumped up and down at Kian’s side. “French fries, French fries!”
Evie shook her head and laughed. She took her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter’s hand and helped her back into the car and into the booster seat. “Emma, you’d live off fries if I let you. How about veggies?”
Her daughter pouted, and Evie met Kian’s gaze on the other side of the car as he buckled their son in his car seat. “How about fries and veggies?” he suggested.
Evie rolled her eyes. “You sure called it when you said she’d have you wrapped around her finger. She’s not even three yet.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing.”
“What have I gotten myself into?”
“A great life,” he shot back, and they both climbed into the car. Kian reached to turn the radio down. “Which reminds me. How about another baby?”
She eyed him. “You’re not serious.”
“We agreed on four. Two boys, two girls.”
“Yes, but you’re still crazy, Kian Sloane.”
He winked. “The making is good too, Evie Sloane.”
Evie avoided looking at him before she gave him ideas, but warmth spread over her system, not just about making love with her husband, but also for having more kids. They had had to wait so long, and now life seemed perfect. She was on the same page with him, eager for more kids, but she wouldn’t admit it to him yet. “How about we have lunch and talk about it later?”
He narrowed his eyes, one side of his mouth rising. “Fine, we can discuss it tonight. But then you’re mine.”
“That doesn’t sound like a discussion. Sounds like you’ve made up your mind.”
He shrugged and pulled off down the road while Emma chanted, “French fries and tonight,” over and over. Yeah, things were pretty darn good.
The End
About the Author
Tressie Lockwood
has always loved books, and she enjoys writing about heroines who are overcoming the trials of life. She writes straight from her heart, reaching out to those who find it hard to be completely themselves no matter what anyone else thinks. She hopes her readers enjoy her short stories. Visit Tressie on the web at www.tressielockwood.com or at her blog at tressielockwood.blogspot.com.
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