EPILOGUE
KAT
FOUR YEARS LATER
I let out a satisfied hum as Braxton holds me tight to his warm body, and when I feel his c**k poking my back, I snicker.
“Braxton,” I whisper into the early morning. The sun hasn’t woken, and our alarms haven’t gone off, which means Brayden is still sleeping. He’s the best kid and so smart for his age. Next year, he starts preschool, and I can hardly believe it. Each day, he reminds me of his father with his smart mouth and toddler logic. He loves living near the ranch, always wanting to help out his daddy and feed the horses.
“Braxton,” I whisper again.
“Hmm?” He stirs.
“f**k me,” I boldly tell him. “I need you.”
Rubbing his hand over his face and blinking a few times, he wakes up and smirks. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Between working and pa
