The Mobster’s Flower (Men of Valor Springs #3)

Epilogue

One Year Later

Vlad

The sound of laughter welcomes me when I walk into the greenhouse, telling me exactly which corner my wife is in. I walk past the rows of flowers, the soft gravel crunching beneath my feet as I try to locate my wife, who I know I’ll find crouched somewhere tending to her babies, as she calls the plants.

I round the corner and pass a row of dandelions before I spot my wife, and just like I thought, she’s wearing a pair of bright yellow rubber boots and crouching next to a rose bush. She is gorgeous dressed in a white tank top and a bohemian skirt. Her flaming red hair is tied in a loose bun, and I stop to stare at her, mesmerized by her beauty like I was the day I first saw her. Rue Andreyev simply sucks the air out of my lungs the way she did on our wedding day exactly a year ago and every day since.

Christ, has it been a year already? Time seems to fly by when you are happy, and Rue has given me that and then some. She made me happy the day she agreed to marry me, but nothing could have prepared me for when she took my last name. With my name comes the protection it offers her, but also the notoriety of being undeniably linked to me.

Me. She wanted me.

And I wanted to make her just as happy, so I bought this land and built her a massive greenhouse as my wedding gift to her. Seeing her wide smile and teary eyes was worth every penny I spent on the place. Here, she can plant all the flowers—and weeds—she wants and build her fantasy world. Her childhood dream was to become a fairy, and I didn’t want to restrict her to a small flower stand or a shop. Here, she can plant, tend, and do whatever the hell she wants with them.

Seeing her happy and so radiant proves to me that it is all worth it.

“Do you think Vlad has noticed?” Rue asks, snapping my thoughts back to the present, and I realize she’s on the phone.

“I can assure you that nothing escapes my brother’s attention,” Arya’s cheerful voice breaks through the speaker, and I can hear that she is also doing something in the background.

“Hmm, I don’t know how to ask him if he knows.”

“Do you want me to help you practice?”

I step forward, careful not to tread on the canna lilies with their large leaves lining the walkway. “Ask me what?”

Rue whips her head around, and her mouth falls into a pretty O. Her olive-green eyes widen, and she hurries to get up, tripping and nearly falling into the rose bush, but I grab her arm and pull her flush against me. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and looks up. Her pretty eyes blink up at me before that beautiful smile that I love graces her lips.

“You’re here,” she whispers, her cheeks flushing a beautiful pink hue.

“I just got here,” I tell my wife, leaning in to kiss her. My sister must hear it because she makes some kind of gagging noise like the child she is and hangs up. “What were you and Arya talking about?”

“Oh, that.”

Her flush deepens, and she breaks eye contact to look away. She withdraws from the embrace to strip off her muddy gloves, and I realize that she looks nervous. I seek to alleviate her anxiety by wrapping my hand around her waist and yanking her back against me, my lips crashing down on hers in a needy kiss. She whimpers under my lips, wrapping her arms once more around my shoulders and offering herself so beautifully to me.

A year of spending every possible moment together, making love every day to this woman, and I still want her almost as if no time has passed. The feel of her body against mine, I crave it. My longing for Rue still surprises me. After all this time, she’s who I want, and I know that will never change. Not for anything in the world.

She tunnels her fingers into my hair and deepens the kiss, her lips seeking and demanding. “Want you,” she whimpers, rubbing her tits needily against my chest and nearly climbing me like a tree, which pushes me back with a chuckle.

I brush the dirt off her cheeks and look into those perfect eyes I fell for in that hospital room the day I first saw her. “What’s the hurry? Let me love you.”

“I…”

There is that blush again. Rue pushes away from me and shakes her head, causing her red hair to fall down her back, but she doesn’t even notice it.

“Are you going to finally tell me what is making you nervous?”

Her eyes find mine, and she sighs. “Have you noticed something different about me?”

“You look as pretty as ever, baby.”

“Vlad,” she whines, slapping my chest playfully, but I can tell she likes the sound of that. “I’m not talking about that. Look,” she says, pointing at her breasts where her nipples poke against her tank top.

“I am looking.” And I want to do more than look. My hard cock pulses in my pants in agreement.

“Ugh, Vlad. Have you noticed how big they’ve become? I am not wearing a bra!” I chuckle at her obvious frustration, taking her back into my arms and running a soothing hand down her back.

“You’re pregnant,” I tell her, my mouth stretching into a wide grin when her jaw drops.

“You know?” she gasps. “When, how? I just found out today when Annie pointed out I was getting a little chubby, and I mentioned cutting back on her blueberry muffins. She told me to get a pregnancy test, and I thought she was pranking me!”

“Well, it’s like I said. I’ve noticed the changes and my wife’s growing libido,” I say with a chuckle. “I was waiting for you to tell me.”

“I can’t believe you realized before I did,” she huffs.

“If it helps, I know your body better than I know mine,” I whisper, bringing my lips to her neck and tugging down a strap before leaning in to kiss her shoulder. “I know every inch of your perfect little body.”

Her tits rise and fall quickly when I cup the supple weight with my palms, pinching her puckered nipples through white tank top and watching her eyes grow dazed with desire. It’s a sight to behold.

“I wasn’t sure how to tell you,” she whispers, her tongue sneaking out to wet her lips. “I got nervous for some reason.”

And that’s because she likes to overthink, my perfect little wife. This is something I have slowly learned about her. When things aren’t black and white, her mind will race with crazy possibilities, but that’s why I’m there to balance it out.

To love her. Remind her that I’ll take care of her for the rest of our lives. I don’t care how many times I have to say it for her to start believing my words, until they’re engrained in her mind.

With a low groan, I crush my mouth down on hers, licking our tongues together in a slow dance. I deepen the kiss, tasting the intoxicating flavors on her lips and falling impossibly deeper for her.

Mine.

“You belong to me, little girl,” I rasp against her sexy mouth, dropping my lips to her neck and down her collarbone. I tug down her tank top to reveal her bare tits, swollen and begging for my touch. She cries out when I graze my fingers over her overly sensitive nipples before leaning down and taking one rosy bud into my mouth.

“Yours. Oh .”

She jolts against me as I roll my tongue around her peaked bud before shifting my attention to her other nipple. She combs her fingers through my hair when I start kissing a path down her body, tugging the top as I go down.

She is getting worked up, I note. The grip on my hair speaks volumes of how impatient she is as she guides me down her body. So horny, my beautiful wife.

With my eyes locked on hers, I slip my hand under her skirt and up to the spot between her legs to find her panties drenched. Her lips part on a gasp when I slide my finger into the waistband of her panties and yank them down her thighs. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby,” I tell her, dropping to my knees. I rake my hands up her thighs before shoving them apart to reveal more of her sex. “You have no idea how lucky I am to have met you when I did.” She cries out when I rub my thumb over her feminine lips, parting her drenched folds to reveal her sodden sex.

“I’m the lucky one, Vlad,” she says, her voice morphing into a whimper when I lean in and kiss her parted flesh, inhaling her sweet peach scent. I want to linger, kiss, and drive her crazy until she’s begging for my touch, but I need to taste her.

And so, I do.

Her breath catches in her throat when I lean in and slide my tongue through the wet valley of her sex, her flavors exploding in my mouth. With a growl, I clutch her ass and bury my tongue in her sex, lapping at her arousal and teasing her sensitive bud with my tongue until she’s sobbing and bucking against me. A shudder racks her body when I suction my mouth over her swollen clit, working it with fast strokes.

“Vlad!”

She tugs hard at my hair, rocking her hips forward and eagerly riding my tongue. Her thighs begin to shake, and her pussy quivers against my mouth seconds before she explodes. Her juicy tits shake as she climaxes, coating my mouth and beard with her juices as she rides out her climax. I keep my lips on her sex, kissing her pussy lightly once the tremors have died down before getting to my feet.

My nostrils flare as I tug down my zipper and take out my throbbing dick, my balls begging for the release that only my wife can offer me. Rue seems just as eager to take me as she wraps her arms around my shoulders and brings her leg to my hip. I bring my mouth down on hers and swallow her gasp when I thrust my cock into her hot center. “Oh, Vlad… Want you ,” she whimpers, shifting her lips to my jaw and kissing me. She trails her lips down my neck before buying her face when I start pumping into her.

I try to be gentle, but she’s just as insatiable as I am, digging her fingers into my shoulders and begging me to hammer into her harder and faster, turning us both into animals. I clutch hard on her ass as I rail her, driving upward in fast, rough strokes, her loud moans fueling me.

I’m feral for her, my wife.

“Mine,” I grind out, feeling the pressure tug at the base of my spine and my muscles stiffen. Fuck, I’m so close. I pick up speed, violently thrusting into her tight heat with every intent of getting her there first. She claws at my shoulder, and her pussy clenches hard around my cock before releasing and spreading moisture between us. She throws her head back with a scream, jerking hard as her pussy pulses around me, drawing out my orgasm. “Fuuuck!”

My fingers bite into her ass with every stroke, pinning her to me as I shoot my hot seed into her tight channel in long spurts. My muscles ripple with restrained power as I ram hard into her, burying my seed inside of her until I have released every drop of my cum into my wife’s hot little cunt.

“I love you,” she breathes unevenly, her mouth seeking mine. I hold her against me and return the kiss my wife—the mother of my child—offers me.

It’s a gift. One I intend to cherish and protect for as long as I live and breathe.

“I love you,” I rasp, meaning every single word. Soon, it’ll be more than just the two of us, and I can’t wait to meet our bundle of joy.

~The End