Page 24 of Breaking His Rules

My eyes scan the area searching for the two people in this whole world that mean everything to me when I find them on the back patio. I should have known Harlow and Elijah would be outside, enjoying the evening sun.

Her hair is up in her usual messy knot on top of her head. She has a strap off of her shoulder and our son is at her breast as she nurses him. If she couldn’t nurse him, I would understand, but to see her nourishing our son from her body and not bat an eye. It’s awe inspiring.

I open the patio door and say, “How are my loves today?”

“Hey, Honey. Eli’s a little grumpy today. I think it’s from his shots he got yesterday though. How was your day at work?” Harlow says with a smile that lights up her whole face.

“It was good. Glad to be home,” I tell her as I sit down beside her and bring her into my side and reach down to watch Eli suckle his mom.

“Damn Baby. We made this,” I tell her.

“I know. We only have two more weeks until we can try for another,” she says with a wink. We were told she may not get pregnant while breastfeeding, but I think that’s more of an old wives tale, but it would still be fun to practice and see if it is.

Second Epilogue

Harlow

3 years later

“Oh god, Evan don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop,” I gasp out loud as I straddle his lap and take his cock inside me. I practically jumped him the minute he walked in the door. Emily weaned herself from nursing something that was bittersweet to me. I thought I’d for sure get pregnant while nursing Eli, but it didn’t happen, and it hasn’t happened yet while nursing Emily.

Evan said we’re done with having children after we have four and as much as I’m sure my body needs a break. I want more babies with him. He’s the best father I could have ever asked for and the way he is with me all the time, he was meant to be a father and a husband.

Both kids are down for the night and lately life has us both going in every direction with the addition being built, Evan working at the restaurant, and me home with Elijah and Emily. They’re both a handful. Emily is crawling at eleven months and Elijah is now three and if what people say are terrible twos are bad. Let’s just say him being three may be crazier. It’s not too bad. He’s just full of energy and wants to help his sister out everywhere he can.

“Fuck look at you all wet and soaking my cock, ‘Lo,” Evan whispers as he leans up into a sitting position. I moan out loud on the verge of coming. I’m on my back as Evan lifts me up and, the sheets on my bare skin are cool to the touch and Evan never broke our connection.

He takes over and he’s thrusting in so hard. I trail my fingers down to my clit and rub it in firm circles, wanting the pain Evan usually delivers while I writhe in pleasure.

“Harlow, you’re gonna make me blow before I’m ready. Look how beautiful we are together and your hand playing with what’s mine. God damn, I’m the luckiest man alive,” he says while thrusting and putting his hand over mine and moving it away. I fist the sheets by my head as he pinches and pulls at my clit and I detonate.

“Evan,” I moan as he continues to slowly thrust in and out of me. I can feel his come bathing me and slowly trickling on my inner thighs.

“Love you, ‘Lo,” he murmurs into my ear, “Love you more, Evan,” I say as I slowly drift off to sleep in his arms without a care in the world.

THE END