Time-Lapse by J.B. Heller

Epilogue

Eighteen Months Later

“Yeah,Bee, I’ll give her your love. Talk to you next week,” I say into the receiver and hang up as I watch El and Chance picking daisies out of our garden to take home for Vivian.

We moved back to Shiloh Springs six months ago, bought a house and everything. But El kept our suite at Quinn Plaza, in New York. She only handles the major events now and we stay there a couple nights a week when she’s super busy.

Chance comes for sleepovers every other weekend to give Henry and Vivian a break and to give us time with her. She’s the most adorable thing I have ever seen—besides my fiancée. That’s right. I put a ring on my girl’s finger the minute she let me.

My baby sister looks up and sees me standing in the window, watching, and waves her chubby little hand for me to come join them. On my way to the back door, I pick up my camera and snap a couple of shots before they catch sight of me.

Chance really is the perfect name for her. When they’d first told me what they had named her, I thought it was ridiculous. But this girl was born to give second chances.

“How are my ladies?” I say, scooping her into my arms. “Did you pick some nice flowers for Momma?”

Chance smiles at me and nods. “Pitty fowers.”

I tickle her, making her squeal and squirm.

“Dop it. Dop!” She giggles.

I love that sound. And I love my baby sister more than I can say. Her mother too. Vivian has the most beautiful heart, and she’s taken me on as an adoptive son. Things are still strained with my father—I think they always will be—but we’re getting there. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this little girl.

El is looking at me with a strange expression on her face, one I don’t recognize—and I know all her looks. “What’s up, princess?”

She fiddles with the daisies in her hand, rearranging them before answering me. “I want one.”

I frown. “One what?”

“A baby,” she says, giving me her duh look.

I look at Chance then back to El. “A real one? Like this?” I ask, holding Chance out and gesturing to her with my chin.

She nods, grinning. “Yeah. I mean, I’d still want to have Chance whenever we can, but I think … I think I want one of our own.”

Chance is kicking her legs out for me to put her down, so I do, and she runs off after our dog, Minty. I close the space between El and me, and I cup her cheek in my palm. “You want me to put a baby in your belly?”

She smirks up at me. “I sure do. Think you’re up for the task?”

I scoff. “Am I up for the task? Pl-ease, I was born ready. The question is, are you ready for some lovin’? ’Cause I’m thinkin’ it’s going to take a lot. You know, just to be sure it works.”

I’m lowering my head to kiss her when Chance comes running toward us with Minty hot on her heels, barking at her as she scurries away with his ball. By the time she wraps her little arms around my legs, she’s all puffed out.

“Did you steal Minty’s ball again?” I ask her as I sweep her up into my arms. She giggles and holds out the slobbery ball. “Go on, throw it for him. He’s ready,” I tell her as Minty sits patiently at my feet.

Chance drops it, and it rolls all of three feet, then she rests her head on my shoulder, and I squeeze her. The idea of making one of these little people with El isn’t as frightening as I thought it would be. “Let’s get you cleaned up before Momma and Papa get here.”

She nods but keeps her head down, snuggled into my neck.

This big-brother gig is pretty sweet. She loves me unconditionally. I’m not sure how I got so lucky. She took to me straight away when she was a baby. And El too. But that’s no surprise—everyone loves my El.

After Vivian and Henry have left with Chance an hour later, I find El in the kitchen. Stepping behind her, I slide my hands under the hem of her shirt, caressing her smooth skin with my palms. “So, about that baby-making … you want to get started?” I whisper in her ear then bite down on her lobe gently.

She shivers in my arms and presses her ass back against my hardening dick. “Yes,” she moans when I surge my hips forward, letting her feel just how hard I am for her already.

Lucky for me, she’s wearing a skirt. I fucking love skirts. Flipping it up, I drop to my knees and slide her underwear down her legs until she steps out of them. Placing a palm to her lower back, I urge her to lean over the counter, and she obeys. Moving my hands up and down the insides of her thighs, I push them apart until she spreads her legs farther for me, then I feast on her sweet pussy.

I lick and suck until she’s squirming against my face, then I slide two fingers inside and begin to pump in a rhythm I know she likes. I make sure to hit her G-spot every so often, but not too much—I don’t want her to come yet.

My fingers are drenched in her juices as I slide them out and circle her asshole ever so gently, just a light touch to tease her. She’s rocking back harder now, and her thighs clench around my shoulders. “One more taste, El, just one,” I murmur then slide my tongue over her clit, dragging it all the way back to her asshole, where I circle the little bud then bite down on her plump ass cheek.

She squeals, lurching forward, and I’m on my feet, pants around my ankles, before thrusting my cock inside her vise-like pussy, long and slow until I’m balls deep. I pause for the briefest moment, loving this feeling. This overwhelming sense of home.

El wriggles her hips and whimpers, “I need you to move.”

I glide a hand up her spine, wrapping her long hair around my fist, then I drag my length almost all the way out before slamming back into her over and over again. The sound of our skin slapping together and El’s loud moans spur me on.

“Hux,” she cries, “make me come. Please, baby, make me come.”

Digging my free hand into her hip, I pull her back into each of my thrusts. She drops a hand between her legs, playing with her clit, and holy fuck, I love it when she does that. Soon her pussy starts convulsing around me, and I’m so fucking close.

“Come, baby, come inside me,” she encourages, and I do. My balls pull up tight against my body as I empty my load inside of her, then I collapse over her prone body.

It takes a few minutes for our breaths to slow, and when I can move again, I take my cock in hand and slowly pull out. “Stay there,” I tell her as I duck to the bathroom and clean myself up then return with a warm washcloth for her.

I gently wipe her clean then kiss the bite mark I left on her ass. “Sorry, got a little carried away,” I say.

But she turns around and knocks the wind from my lungs with one of the smiles she reserves just for me. “Don’t be sorry. I liked it,” she says, waggling her brows. Then, she pushes up on her toes and brushes her lips over mine. She curls her arms around my neck and murmurs in my ear, “There better be more where that came from.”

I chuckle and squeeze her tight. This right here, holding El in my arms, kissing her, loving her… It’s all I’ll ever need.

My whole life has become one of those moments of beauty I was once obsessed with capturing.

THE END

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Next up, is Chance’s story in Losing Focus. Hux and El will make appearances throughout, as well as the baby they just made (wink, wink).