He laughed then groaned as I squeezed around him. It was overwhelming. I felt everything from both perspectives. It took what was there and intensified it a hundred-fold. No, more than that. It made me pure sensation, made the pleasure un-fucking-believable. We both panted, rising together. He took my mouth, ravished me with his kiss, and we exploded, riding the pinnacle of orgasm together and staying there for the longest moment.
I lost consciousness. That’s all I could think anyway, as the next thing I knew I was in bed cuddled against Simon’s chest, listening to his steady breathing. I rubbed my lips along his skin and ran my palm through the crisp hair on his chest. He mumbled something in his sleep, and his hand patted my ass before dropping limply to the bed again. I eased away, stopping every few seconds to soothe Simon when he grumbled in his sleep.
I grabbed one of his shirts and pulled it on before padding to the bathroom then out to the kitchen. My stomach was rumbling. The last time I remembered eating was when we were at my dad’s earlier. I glanced at the digital clock on the stove. Almost midnight. No wonder I was starving. Thankfully, I still had food in my fridge. Bacon, eggs, cheese. I cautiously sniffed at the milk, not one to trust the expiration dates. It was still good. I decided cheesy omelets with toast and bacon were the winner and went about cooking.
I was just setting it all on the table when Simon joined me. He’d pulled on a pair of jeans, tugging the zipper up but not bothering with the top button.
“Couldn’t resist the call of food?” I teased.
Simon tugged me into his arms, running a finger down my cheek before tipping my face upward and dropping his lips on mine. God, I loved his kiss.
“I missed you.”
I could have joked with him, but I knew he had missed me. That he’d felt the loss of me at his side when he awoke. And I felt how happy he was to have me back in his arms.
“Will it always be like this?”
“No.” He shook his head. “It’ll continue to get better.”
“I can’t imagine anything better than earlier. In the shower,” I added as if Simon wasn’t aware of precisely what I was recalling. Then I blushed.
Simon burst out laughing. “God, you’re amazing.”
“Sit down and let’s eat.” I pushed him toward the chair in front of his plate and took a seat beside him. “I’m sorry I went to sleep on you.”
“Passed out,” he corrected with a grin then groaned as he forked in the first bite of omelet. “This is fantastic.”
“It’s milk, eggs, and cheese with a few herbs. I can do a lot better with more supplies.”
“With food like this, I’ll make sure you have everything you need.”
I shook my head but couldn’t hide my smile. We ate in silence for a few minutes. “Did your friend head back?”
“Gabe took Madison and Maker’s body back to the pack. She’ll be held until we get back and have a chance to talk to Bas in person.”
“When do you plan for us to leave?” I asked.
“Gabe is picking up a moving truck in the morning and heading back this way. We’ll stay long enough to pack you up and take everything with us.”
“Really!” I jumped from my seat and into his lap, wrapping my arms around him and squeezing.
“You shouldn’t have to choose what to fit in the Jeep with us and what to leave behind for us to get later. We’ll pack the house together and take it all.”
“Thank you, Simon.”
“Anything for you, baby.”
And I knew he meant it. I knew anything was possible for the rest of my life with Simon by my side.
Epilogue
~Simon~
“Ce!” I bellowed my mate’s name. At some point over the last six years, I’d shortened it to the first syllable, but I still refused to call her Cici.
I heard the shouts of my boys outside and followed them to the patio door. I knew wherever they were, their mother would be close by. After six years, we had four boys with another on the way. Ce was convinced this one was a girl, but I knew better. We were having another boy. Bee had already told me. Then she’d teased that we would give Cyan and Ivy a run on how many sons we could produce while we tried for a girl.
“Daddy!”
Whoops filled the air, and I was surrounded. I scooped up our youngest and tossed him in the air while he shrieked and giggled.
“Simon, stop,” Ce scolded. “Micah just ate, and you’ll have him puking everywhere.” She walked toward me, one hand on her stomach, rubbing the bulge where our newest addition still grew.
I settled Micah on my hip while Cain, David, and Ethan talked over each other, telling me about their day. Cecilia had my attention, though. Any time she was near, I couldn’t take my gaze off her. She grew impossibly more beautiful with every day.
“I missed you,” she whispered as she leaned into my side. I dropped a kiss on her upturned lips then laughed as Micah tried to join us.
I put him down and wrapped my arms around my mate. “I missed you.”
She kissed me again, and I felt my heart beat faster. This was why my mate was always pregnant. I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off her. She was the sexiest woman I’d ever met. I dropped my hand to cover hers on her belly and felt the baby give a hearty kick.
“Active today,” I murmured.
“Active every day,” she vowed then gave me a glare. “Don’t think I don’t know this one is another boy. Which means you’ll be getting me pregnant again. I want a little girl, too. At least one.”
I nodded. “I’ll do my best to get you pregnant again. I’ll work night and day to see it happen. I promise I’ll give it my full attention.”
Cecilia giggled, which set
