Page 114 of Saving Grace

Matt chuckled. “Doesn’t matter. She’s already married to me.” He opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle.

When Matt got back on his bike, the admiral lowered his window.

“By the way, Foster, you’re probably gonna hear it tonight or tomorrow—Hector Vargas got shanked in prison earlier this afternoon. He’s dead,” Porter informed him casually.

“Come again?” Matt frowned, not sure if he heard the other man correctly.

“Don’t forget my wedding invitation,” the admiral said instead before rolling up his window and pulling away from the shoulder.

Matt sat on his bike for long minutes as he absorbed all the news he’d just heard. It was hard to believe what the admiral was telling him, but the implication was clear.

His wife would never have to look over her shoulder again.

Grace was truly free.

EPILOGUE

Nine months later

Grace

“Oh, God!”

“Shh… babe, you’ll wake up Ellie,” Matt’s controlled groan sounded in my ear as he shoved himself all the way inside me. Warm spurts of his cum coated my already slick channel, but there was no doubt I was deliciously filled and sated by my husband’s vigorous fucking. Because there was no other word for the way Matt took me tonight.

It wasn’t making love.

It wasn’t simply sex.

It was fucking.

Hard.

Arduous.

Primal.

“You okay?” he whispered after the last spasms of his own climax faded away. He was still breathing hard, both of us coated with a sheen of sweat with his weight almost crushing me, but I didn’t mind.

“More than okay,” I replied softly and smiled. My face must have shown just how satisfied I was, because Matt grinned crookedly. He propped himself on his elbows and stroked my hair away from my face before he cupped my chin and kissed me lightly.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“Love you too, baby,” I responded languidly.

He moved and we both moaned because his shaft was planted as deep as ever, and my legs were still wrapped around him. Tiny bursts of pleasure contracted my core around him.

“Shit, that felt too good,” he growled.

I gasped out a laugh, because, like him, I was still very sensitive.

We needed this connection. I needed Matt to take me like he couldn’t get enough of me. A few months before I’d given birth to Ellie, and for six weeks after the doctor had given the go ahead to resume sexual intercourse, Matt seemed to have forgotten how to fuck me hard. He’d been gentle in his lovemaking, and I felt his ripple of fear in the way he took me, as if he was afraid of breaking me or hurting the baby. Of course, directly after I’d had Ellie, I thought I’d never want to have sex again.

Every part of me was horribly bloated, but body image was the least of my concerns.

At first.

By the time I was physically capable of having sex, my mental readiness was zilch. So, Matt had changed tactics and had been gentle and tender in the way he’d coax me into climax. He’d even allowed me to keep myself covered, but tonight he’d had enough.