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Still spasming from her climax, her walls grip my cock as I thrust into her. My balls tingle more every time my dragon cock is fully buried in her.

"Are you warm now?" I ask into her ear, my voice low.

"Very," she says, her voice breathy.

"Good."

I pull out of her, throwing the covers back with my body. I pause a moment to look down over my beautiful woman before gripping her arm, pulling her off the bed and planting her against the floor-to-ceiling window.

Her tits flatten against the glass, her hard nipples pearling in the center. I spread her legs and line my hips up behind her, pressing my tip against her entrance.

She lets out a light moan, and I push deep into her. I start to move, slowly at first, I want to make this last. My cock starts throbbing, and I stop moving.

"Enjoy this view, Goldie. This is me. This is who I am," I say, my voice a growl.

Emily's eyes widen as she looks out at the view below and moans.

Reaching around, I find her clit with my fingertips. One touch, her head turns to me, and her eyes roll back in her head. Her legs turn to jelly, and I hold her up by pounding my cock into her.

Her walls are spasming like crazy around me, making my dick tingle and throb like never before.

"Fuck," I grunt as an intense orgasm smacks through me, and I fill her with my cum.

We lean against the window while we catch our breaths, silently watching the view below.

I grab the two fluffy, white bathrobes and drape one over her shoulders. After putting the other one, I take her hand and lead her to our living room. Emily sits on the sofa, and I flick the switch to turn on our gas fireplace.

Flopping down on the sofa beside her, I put my arm around her and pull her into me. She rests her head on my shoulder. We sit like that for ages.

"What're you thinking?" I ask.

"No regrets," she says, "Not a single fucking one."

I kiss the top of her head, and wonder how the fuck I got here. Back in my home town, my home country, sitting in a swanky hotel suite, and most of all, with Emily in my arms and my baby in her belly.





Epilogue - Emily

Two years later …

We're on our way to Colmar. The only time we make the hour's drive is either to visit my parents or visit Courtney and Maddie. Otherwise the town is my past.

My parents chose to stay in Colmar, even though their daughter was and is the biggest scandal that ever happened in the town. I'm a local celebrity.

It always feels good to drive through town in our shiny Cadillac Escalade. When we go down the main drag, I always open the windows so everyone can see me with my carny.

After we got back from Niagara Falls, my dad's friend immediately started working on whatever visas Steel needed to stay. It was so complicated, I couldn't even keep track.

Steel opened a GM dealership in Effingham, which is the next big place past Woburn. He chose it because of the name, said it was clearly the place for him. Whatever. It's a nice, green place for a small city and a good place to raise a family.

The baby was born before we could legally marry. Not that it matters. Though I heard from Courtney that I was the talk of the town again. Honestly, I wish these people would wake up and realize what century they live in.

I was kind of hoping we'd have a boy, and that I could name him Kayden. But Steel said no way in hell would he name anyone after himself.

It didn't matter anyway, since the baby was a girl. A beautiful, bright blue-eyed girl with blonde hair and a smile that could melt the heart of even the hardest carny. We called her Trixie. Though I think in Steel's mind her name is Tricksy. Or even Trickster.

Once a carny, always a carny. But I guess that goes for me too.

"Hey, how are you? Still praying for my family?" I wave out the window at Barbara, the town's biggest gossip.

She glances over, and her eyes bulge when she realizes it's me. I burst out laughing, and she turns away and disappears into the nearest store. No doubt she's gone in to talk all about that nasty Emily girl harassing her.

"You're bad," Steel says, chuckling.

Trixie bursts out crying in her car seat. She's seventeen months old now, and very protective of me.

I turn around, squeezing as much as my body between the seats as I can and stroke her leg.

"It's okay, sweetie, Daddy was just joking."

Steel flips the radio onto the CD player. The Wiggles always, always calms her. It's our foolproof method, and soon enough, her crying's stopped and her head is bobbing to the beat.

"I can't fucking believe I have to listen to The Wiggles," Steel mutters under his breath.

"You love it," I say, straightening my body in my seat.

"I hate it. But I love her, so here we are, singing about fruit salads."

"Fruit salads are yummy."

Steel shakes his head as I start singing along with the song. As I sing, I twirl the wedding band on my finger. I've worn it for almost a year now, ever since we exchanged rings at our town hall official paper signing, but I still play with it whenever I'm extra happy.

Steel's dealership is already one of the best in the area. He hired a bunch of people my dad wouldn't given a second thought to, but Steel can read them, he knew which would be cheats or lazy.   





 

As a result, it's got a reputation of being the place for real men to buy their trucks.

Although I started selling there one or two days a week too. It turns out lots of women want to actually buy from another woman. Even though I work a fraction of the hours, I'm one of the top salespeople in the dealership. I might even beat Steel, if I ever start working full-time.

Except that won't be for a while, we're expecting another baby. This one is a boy, but not due for another few months. Steel still insists on not naming him Kayden. Now I'm working on it for his middle name.

"We're here," Steel says to Trixie in his daddy voice.

We've found a parking spot down a side street. Steel hops out of the car and gets the stroller out of the back while I unbuckle Trixie.

Once she's buckled into her stroller, since she likes to climb out of it, we walk to the park. I push, and Steel wraps his arm around my waist.

After my father decided Steel was worthy of his approval, he, as Lions Club President, decided to always use Papa Smurf's carnival. And they're in town today.

"I can't believe I'm lining up and paying to get in. Can't we just go around the back or something?" Steel says.

"You're just a regular-paying townie now," I say.

Steel laughs and shakes his head. This must be strange for him. It's the first time we've been back to the carnival since we left it in Mississippi. Though he keeps in touch with everyone online. I only keep in touch with Cess.

"Fun, fun," Trixie says, reaching her hand in front of her.

"That's right, we're going to have lots of fun," Steel says.

"We always do," I say, smiling and touching my fingers to his.

We walk down the midway, but I don't see Cess. She must be on her break.

"Well, look who showed up," Papa Smurf says from behind us.

He slaps Steel across the back, and I turn to hug him.

"Let me see this baby of yours," he crouches in front of Trixie and wiggles his finger against her cheek. "I half didn't believe she was real."

"There's another coming too," I say.

Papa Smurf stands to his full height and shakes his head. "Well, ain't you just the family man now."

"Don't forget respectable business owner," I say.

"You two are lucky my daughter is here, or I'd tell you what I think of that," Steel says.

"Still no word from Razor, you?" Papa Smurf asks. I'm surprised he brought this up so soon. I'm always amazed at how much he cares about his long termers.

"Nothing," Steel says, his face full of worry.

Razor got into something with a couple of townies about six months ago, and no one's seen or heard from him since. The cops didn't take it too seriously, calling him a drifter anyway so they think he took off instead of searching for him.

"I'm going to take Trixie to meet Cess," I say.

Gripping the stroller handle, I push it over the bumpy grass, searching for her. I spot her by the funnel cakes, and head over to her.

"Hey!" I say.

"God, she's adorable. Looks just like her old man," Cess says, picking Trixie up and cuddling her.

"She's a little mini Steel," I say.

"So what's new, anything?"

"I finally heard from that private detective I hired," I say.

"The one in Canada?" she asks.

Cess is the only one who knows I hired him. It was just after Trixie was born, and my curiosity got the better of me. Sitting at home alone with her, one day I found him online and sent an email.

"Yeah."

"And?"

"His mother was killed with her husband in a drunk driving accident about six years ago."

"Shit, that's rough."

"Language," I say, raising my eyebrows.

"Oops, forgot someone's got little ears," Cess says, cupping Trixie's head.

"It's probably easier anyway. No decisions to be made, anyway."

"Did you tell Steel?"

"No, nothing. He still doesn't know I hired the private investigator. Steel always said his mother was dead to him, so what's the point of telling him she actually is dead?"

"At least you know."

"I guess," I say, shrugging.

I don't know what I was hoping would happen. Maybe that she'd sobered up and left her abusive husband, and was desperate to find her son again. I guess that was just a pipe dream on my part.