“It’s almost done,” Dre beamed, looking around at the new paint on the walls, the freshly sanded floors, and the brand new windows with the stickers still on them.

“It looks fantastic.” I dropped my gaze to her tits, which I couldn’t get enough of normally, but now that they were swollen it was like they were calling to me all hours of the day and night.

Preppy come play with us

Preppy come fuck us

“The realtor has someone interested already and it’s not even done, can you believe it?” she asked happily, her tits shaking as she bounced excitedly from foot to foot.

“I can believe it,” I said, tipping her chin to me. “Because I believe in you.”

“So are you going to tell me? Or what?” Dre asked, knowing I’d just came from a hearing at the county. I was officially the first licensed medical marijuana grower in the state. King, Bear, and I were going legit...ish.

“We got it,” I told her, not able to hide my smile.

“Holy shit!” She leapt into my arms and wrapped her legs around me, sending a jolt of awareness down to my cock when her heat brushed up against me.

Her eyes darkened and she bit her lip. I backed her up against the wall. “What do you say we start a new tradition?”

“What’s that?” she asked as I ground my hard cock against her softness.

“I think this house needs to be christened.” I gripped her ass tighter, making her very aware of my intentions.

Her moan was the only response I needed. Within seconds I’d stripped her of her shorts and had her lying against the stairs while I drove into her tight pussy over and over again until our screams echoed throughout the empty house.

I fell to the side of her and rested my head on her tits. I traced my fingers over her little belly.

“I still can’t believe I’m actually pregnant,” she said, watching me.

I scoffed. “I can’t believe you underestimated the power I was packing.”

“Hmmmmm. I think I’m still underestimating it.” I glanced up at her. “Do you think you can show me this power you speak of again?”

My cock jumped to attention almost as fast as I did.

“Fuck yeah I can.” I slide back into my wife, feeling love, happiness, and never more alive. I’d continue to make sure she’d feel every ounce of love I had for her. I made her promises that I’d keep or die trying.

Until Not even death do us part.

EPILOGUE

One Month Later...

Preppy

“Shit,” I swore. Jumping when pancakes shoved his cold nose against the back of my pant leg. I’d almost dropped the box I’d been carrying, my shoulder still weak from the gunshot wound, but overall it was healing nicely. I pointed at Pancakes. “Dude, it’s frowned upon to come at someone from behind without proper warning, trust me, I know these things,” I scolded.

King appeared in the doorway. “He’s always doing that. It’s kind of his thing,” he said. The coyote darted out the door and disappeared. “Guess he doesn’t like being told what to do either.”

“Guess not,” I agreed.

King followed me over to my car.

“So tell me this Boss-Man. Did Bear think he’s such a big biker badass that he couldn’t just go get a regular dog at the pound like a normal person?” I asked. “I mean he could have gotten a lab or a poodle, or even one of those ones that mixes the two, a labradoodle or some shit. No. The motherfucker had to go get himself a goddamned coyote.”

King snickered. “This coming from the guy with a giant pig?”

“Oscar’s the shit man. Seriously, though. I’m getting Bear a goldiepoo or some shit for Christmas.”

“You settled down and now you’re an expert on the perfect family dog?”

“Once you’re married you’ll understand,” I said sarcastically.

“Oh that? We got tired of putting it off, so we just went and did the thing,” King said like it was no big deal. I noticed a tattoo on his hand I’d never noticed before with Ray and the kid’s names linked together around his ring finger.

“Oh yeah, that...Wait, what! You did what?” I asked. “And I wasn’t invited?”

“Nobody was. It was the day we stuck you with the kids. I was getting tired of having her not be my wife and she told me she didn’t want the shindig so we just did it. Now she’s Mrs. Brantley King and I’m an old married man just like you.”

“Wow, congrats, man,” I said. “Do you think when Bear gets married he’s gonna have the full out biker wedding with brawls and revving engines during the ceremony?”

“Probably,” King agreed.

“I wonder if he’ll wear a shirt...”

“So you finally came to get the rest of your shit?” King asked, pointing to the box in my arms.

I set it down in my trunk and slammed it shut, brushing the dust off my hands by clapping them together. “Yeah, figured it didn’t do you any good to have it lying around here taking up space when I’m not living here anymore.”

King and I both leaned up against my trunk. He lit a cigarette and passed me his lighter so I could do the same.

“I know I’ve been gone for a bit and I still come over pretty much all the time,” I said, looking up at the house that had been my home for ten years, minus several months in Narnia. “And it feels weird to say this, but I’m gonna miss this place. I think leaving some of my shit here made it feel like I hadn’t really moved out, not all the way. Now? Now it all feels really fucking real.”

“What are you going to miss about it the most? The parties? Girls? All the bad fucking decisions we made?” King asked with a smile. He took a long drag of his cigarette, ashing it onto the gravel.

“Hey, I’ll have you know that some of my favorite memories started with those bad decisions,” I pointed out. “I feel the need to defend all of the ridiculous fun we had here.”

“You remember the day we moved in?” King asked, looking up at the house.

“Like it was yesterday.”

“It was a good day,” King said.

I scratched my nose and waved the smoke from my eye. “It was the BEST fucking day ever, Boss-Man,” I agreed. “The BEST.”