Keeping You (Destined Love #3)

Bonus Epilogue

6 years later

“Travis! Maisie! Dinner!” I call from the back door.

The kids come running towards the house. “Mom, can we have five more minutes?” Travis pleads.

“We’re playing cowboys and we aren’t done yet.”

I shake my head at the little brunette boy in front of me. “Nope. Head in and wash your hands so we can eat. You’re going to have all the time in the world to play cowboys, real cowboys in a couple days,” I say.

He gives me sad eyes, but when I don’t relent he heads inside with his sister on his heels.

Grayson and I have become what’s called failed foster parents.

It was two years after our vow renewal that Grayson’s therapist broached the subject of us looking into being foster parents.

It took away the fear around pregnancy that Grayson had, while allowing us to explore the option of children.

Grayson was extremely open to the idea and we began the process of registering with the province.

Six months later, we got our first placement, Travis a six year old boy and his sister Maisie who was four. They’re now nine and seven. After fostering them for two years we adopted them.

Grayson still sees his therapist, but not as frequently as he used to.

He still has hard days, but we work through them together and he’s gotten better about talking to me about them.

We’ve discussed biological children and it doesn’t bring him as much anxiety as it has in the past, but we haven’t decided to take that step.

Right now we’re perfectly content with the family we have.

Returning to the kitchen where Grayson is finishing setting the table, when I get within arm’s reach, he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me in, kissing me.

Years later and I still melt into him every time he kisses me like this. When we break apart, I giggle as he places quick kisses along my jawline and cheek.

“Ewwww,” Travis says as he joins us.

Grayson kisses me one more time before releasing me and looking at our son.

“It’s not ‘ewwww’ to love someone and show them affection. I love your mom more than life itself, I make sure to show her that every day, just like I show and tell you and your sister that I love you.”

Travis grumbles as he takes a seat at the table. Maisie wraps her arms around my legs and I look down at her, taking in her brown eyes and curly brown hair. “I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you, too.”

We get settled and the kids talk about how excited they are for our trip to Grayson’s parents in two days.

Tonight, we’re dropping them off for a group sleepover at Liv and Josh’s. We all take turns taking all the kids so that everyone can have date nights.

After dinner, I grab the kids backpacks and kiss the kids bye before Grayson goes to drop them off.

While he’s out, I run to our room and find the new lingerie I bought for tonight. I slip my silk robe over it and head back into the living room to wait for my husband.

The sound of a key in the lock has my heart racing with anticipation. As much as we both love having the kids, we miss being able to have loud and unrestrained sex whenever we want.

The door opens and Grayson steps inside, reaching for the light switch. “Spitfire?” he calls.

“Leave it off,” I say.

He turns to me and I slowly undo the belt of my robe.

He quickly closes the door, leaning against it as he takes me in, starting with my black stilettos and slowly working his way up to my garters and matching black lace panties and bra.

“Holy hell, Spitfire.” He runs a hand down his face as he gives it a shake. “How the hell did I end up so lucky to have you?”

I grin. He’s always dishing out compliments, not realizing I’m just as lucky to have him.

I slowly make my way to him, each step measured as I soak up the feeling of his eyes on me.

When I’m halfway to him, I drop my robe, feeling so powerful in almost nothing in front of my husband.

When I finally make it to him, I reach up and grip the little hair he has at the back of his head and pull him down to me.

He goes willingly and I kiss him, hard. I take control. He groans when I pull his bottom lip with my teeth.

“I want you to fuck me hard and fast. I want my throat to be raw from calling your name so often and loud,” I say and he spins us, pressing me against the wall.

His lips are on my neck as he kisses and nips his way up it.

“I think you should–” he says between nips “--come one my tongue first.” He drops to his knees and I have to admit that’s one of the ways he looks best, worshiping at my feet.

His fingers slip into the waistband of my panties and slowly pull them down. I grin at him as I spread my legs and grip a fistfull of his hair.

I watch as his eyes roll back in his head. He loves a little pain with his pleasure.

He leans forward and tastes me like it’s the first time. Sex with Grayson is never boring. Every time he savours me like it’s his first and last, all while knowing every inch of my body.

Grayson takes his time, bringing me to the edge, pulling back before I fall over it. His fingers work in and out of my dripping pussy.

I can hear just how wet I am and it only turns me on more. He nips my thigh and I moan.

“You make the sexiest fucking sounds, Spitfire.”

His tongue flicks my clit and my head falls back.

“Come for me, Spitfire. I want you to drown me.”

Within seconds, I’m coming, his name on my lips.

I’m still recovering from my orgasm when he kisses me, making me taste my own cum.

He reaches between us and pushes down his shorts before lifting me and I wrap my legs around his hips.

He positions himself at my entrance and thrusts inside me, not giving me time to adjust before he fucks me hard and fast, just like I asked.

He’s relentless and I moan so loudly that anyone who were to walk outside our door could definitely tell what we’re doing.

That doesn’t bother me though. I want people to know that I’m the only one that gets to have Grayson like this.

I’m the only person who gets his sweet side, his feral side, his jealous side, and his protective side. Only me.

I claw at his back and he pulls the cup of my bra down, exposing my right breast as his head dips and he sucks my nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck, Grayson,” I moan.

He pulls out of me and unwraps my legs from around his waist, putting me back on the ground before spinning me.

“Hands on the wall. I want your ass up, Hannah.”

I do exactly as he says. His fingers dip inside me, before they trail up to my ass.

“One day, I’m going to take this hole and you’re going to love it,” he says.

I look over my shoulder at him and bat my lashes. “If you get to take me there, I get to take you there.”

His finger pushes slightly against the muscle.

“Deal,” he says and my pussy clenches. “I’d do anything for you, Spitfire. You want to peg me, fine.

But remember, you’re mine and only mine.”

My head falls forward as he breaches the ring of muscle.

“Yours,” I pant.

He pulls his finger out and grabs my hips with both hands before thrusting hard and fast into my pussy.

He grips my hair and pulls my head back.

“Not tonight, but I will take your perfect ass and you can take mine. Tonight, I’m going to destroy your pussy and remind you who you belong to.”

I press back into him.

“Yes, Grayson. All yours. Fuck me, please.”

He begins to move, his hips bouncing off my ass as he fucks me relentlessly. He fucks me through my orgasm, never slowing.

It’s not long before he’s bringing me to the edge again and this time, he’s falling with me.

He carries me into our en-suite washroom and helps me clean up before we fall into bed. We stay up for hours making each other come in different ways.

In the morning, I wake up before Grayson and rest my head on his chest, listening to him breathe and relishing in the feeling of being close to him.

If I wake up before him, I always like to lay next to him and acknowledge how grateful I am for him and the life we’ve built together.

Grayson is the partner I always wanted. That soul altering love I yearned for as a kid. He’s made all my dreams come true and so much more.

Grayson shifts beneath me and I look up at him. He smiles as he looks at me and tucks my hair behind my ear.

I move and straddle him, leaning forward on my hands so that I hover over him.

“You’re the love of my life, Grayson Maxwell,” I whisper and his smile is blinding and his eyes sparkle as he looks at me.

“You’re the love of mine, Hannah Maxwell. And I will search for you in my next one too.”

I grin back at him, my body and soul feeling complete. I lean forward and kiss him before getting out of bed and he follows me into the shower.

We pick the kids up from Liv’s in the afternoon and spend the rest of our day packing for our trip.

Every summer we take a month off and take the kids. They love spending time with their Nana and Gramps.

My dad usually makes it up for a week too and it’s so nice to have all of our family in one place.

As we’re all curled up on the couch, me tucked under one of Grayson’s arms and Maisie in his other and Travis at my side, while we watch a movie I smile to myself grateful that my life is better than I ever could have imagined.