Acts of Mercy: A Stepbrother Romance (Men of WRATH Book 5)
Acts of Mercy: Epilogue

Five years later…

Our son’s auburn hair pokes from behind a tree. It’s his hiding spot while he waits for Harper to finish counting, resuming their game of hide and seek.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have pictured the men of WRATH vacationing with a slew of children. Yup, we could practically form a little league team with our brood of eight.

Aiden’s twins are now twelve and on the verge of hitting that awkward puberty stage I hated so much. Harper, William’s little girl, is seven and as beautiful as ever with her blond curls and bright blue eyes.

Then you have the trouble making duo, Ethan and Alex. Ethan is Bella and William’s little boy with dark hair and steel-gray eyes just like his mother. And then you have Alex, with his dirty blond hair and piercing green eyes—he’s the spitting image of Cassie and Ren combined.

To say that they’re a handful would be putting it mildly. Those two five-year-olds remind me of what the twins would’ve been like had we hopped them up on sugar.

It’s their brand of mischief times a thousand.

And last but not least, we have the inseparable trio. Abigail, Reagan, and Liam.

Abigail is Charlotte and Aiden’s. Reagan is Titus and Ashley’s. And Liam is our handsome little man.

He’s such a great kid and at the tender age of four is already overprotective of his baby sister growing inside his mommy’s belly.

What can I say? The more the merrier.
Frankly, I’d keep Alyssa pregnant if I could. She’s never been more beautiful, glowing and carrying the evidence of our love in her womb.

But alas, I’m not that much of a selfish bastard.

Alyssa finished her undergrad, but had no desire to continue into law like she’d originally planned. Nope. My woman found her passion writing, thanks to Bella’s encouragement.
She writes thrillers and has created quite the fan base.

I’m happy if she’s happy, and it’s a bonus that her career offers her the freedom to spend more time with our son. She’s an amazing mother, wife and best friend.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Alyssa cocks a brow, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Just thinking about how lucky I am.” I pull her into my arms, her round belly pressing into my crotch, causing my length to twitch.

“Hudson.” Her eyes grow wide at the realization of my desire.

That look sets my soul on fire and before she can protest, I pick her up, carrying her bridal style.
With a nod toward Titus, I ask what I already know is a given. He’d watch my boy like he was his own.

We’re at Wild Springs Ranch, the largest income producing ranch in the nation. They have a couple of cabins which we’ve rented out and I know that all of our kids are in expert hands while on this property. After all, we’re the ones who set up their security five years ago after our job retrieving the owner’s now wife.

Sure enough, Titus nods in return, lifting the lip of his beer bottle and grinning at me like a damn fool.

It’s no secret the men of WRATH are thirsty for their women, needing to get inside them every chance we get.

It’s like we’ve been on a revolving schedule of kid-sitting, just so we could all get our own private time with our ladies.

Kicking the cabin door closed with my foot, I pull Alyssa tighter against my chest, my lips hovering over hers. “I need inside, Little Red.”

Her pink tongue pokes out, caressing my parted mouth, her sweet taste of strawberries invading my senses. “Then what are you waiting for? Take me.”

Unable to wait a second longer, I lower her onto the kitchen table, uncaring of the open concept living area and massive windows that peer into the wilderness. Anyone who’d walk by at this moment would surely get an eyeful, but I’m too far gone to give a damn.

“You’ve been teasing me all day. Wearing this white little summer dress, reminding me of the day I took your innocence.” My hands pull her knees apart, kneading their way up her thighs and pushing up the thin material, exposing more of her glorious flesh.

She blushes as our minds flit back to when she gave me such a precious gift. Mine. She’s always been mine and only mine.

I lower my shorts, pulling myself out and giving my long thick shaft a hard tug, precum leaking from the needy tip. My dirty girl watches with wide eyes before lowering her mouth to me and slowly licking it off.

“I’d do it all over again. No regrets.” Her big green eyes look up at me with so much fire I have no doubt in my mind that she means it.

“Fuck, baby. I need you.”

Alyssa lowers back onto her forearms, locking her legs around my hips and pulling my throbbing rod right to a soaked patch on her panties. “I need you too, Hudson.”

Rolling her hips, she rocks her heat into me, making me groan in anticipation. Her panties are white lace, the evidence of her desire making them practically see-through and giving me a glimpse of her heaven.

So beautiful. Even after all this time, I know there’s never been a more beautiful pussy.

I have to bite on my tongue as I lower the lace, exposing the perfection that lays before me. I swear, the mere vision of her has the power to bring me to my knees.

Needing to savor every second of our precious alone time, my tip rubs up and down her drenched slit before I slap her swollen clit with the underside of my fat head, groaning at the sounds she makes.

“Pleeeease. P—put it in,” Alyssa mewls, her hands reaching up and playing with her full tits, pushing them together and then letting them bounce apart. At five months, they’re bigger now. Juicy and ripe.

Her hard nipples tease me as they form tiny wet spots, the peaks poking out against the white cotton of her dress. Only she can elicit this response from me, the evidence of her desire making my cock pulse in place.

I might be a sick fuck, but seeing her need so clearly displayed on her body is such a fucking turn on.

“Goddamn.” With one hard tug, I lower the thin material and expose her breasts, big and heavy. Unable to stop myself, I bring my mouth down onto one peak, giving it a hard suck and moaning at the sweet liquid that blesses my tongue.

Alyssa writhes below me, her lower lips clenching against the underside of my shaft. “Oh god. Hudson!”

Her nipples are even more sensitive than normal, and I know I can get her to come from this alone, but I can’t play any longer. My selfish need to shove myself deep inside her has reached its breaking point.

With the next pull and roll of my tongue, I thrust deep into her channel.

Alyssa lets out a hoarse gasp as I fill her, the sound urging me to still before going at her hard. Pumping in and out of her as her tight walls milk me and pull me in even deeper.

That’s right. This is where I belong. Forever and always.

One of my hands moves to her hips, fingers digging in, holding her possessively. Meanwhile, the other goes to her clit, the pad of my thumb rolling circles as I slide in and out of her.

“Play with your tits, baby.” My words come out more of a grunt, but she understands.

Her delicate hands flutter over her mounds, tugging at the hardened tips, the action making her eyes roll back in her head.
“Mmmmmm.” She rolls her hips into my every thrust. “You always know how to make me feel good.”

“Forever and always, baby.” Caring for her. Protecting her. Pleasuring her. That’s my sole purpose in life and I’ll proudly keep doing it until the day I die.

“Forever and always.” Alyssa pants, the words coming out breathy and rushed.

And like a key sliding into its lock, our words are the catalyst to her climax, her mouth dropping into a pouty ‘Oh.’

With a keening sound, Alyssa’s tight core ripples around me, her walls squeezing me and pulling out my own release.
I continue to stroke in and out, emptying as we both listen to the squelching of our bodies in pure, contented bliss.

There on that kitchen table, surrounded by woods and the people we love most in this world, life is good. Never had I imagined that this would be my life.

Someone up above must’ve had mercy on my poor soul because the family I’d yearned for has been given to me tenfold.

Bringing lips to the crown of my queen’s head, I utter words of gratitude. “Thank you, Little Red. Thank you for taking that first step. For rocking my world beyond belief and for giving me above and beyond what I’d ever dreamed of.”