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Story Warning: Adult Language, Smut

Epilogue—Ranger: Five Years Later

I am having the most erotic dream, reliving a rather steamy night with my beautiful wife. Right now, Stephanie is kneeling, taking me in her mouth. Only, this is the most realistic dream I've ever had, as I can almost feel her warm mouth around my throbbing cock. I hear a chuckle, opening my eyes to see that I am indeed no longer dreaming, as my wife of five years, Stephanie, is giving me the most mind-blowing blow job as a wake-up call. Today is our fourth morning waking up in Aruba. My parents were kind enough to take our children for the night, so Stephanie and I could have some alone time. Later on, this afternoon, Lester is finally tying the knot, but enough of that right now. Now, I need to concentrate on the pleasure being given to me by my Babe.

"Good morning, mi amor. You taste so yummy in the morning, especially the morning after spending the night together." I groan as Stephanie starts to lick up and down my shaft, moaning as she takes me completely into her mouth. I place my hands gently on her head, not to control her motions nor to push me more fully into her, but to rub her scalp, which Steph loves. As my fingers are tangled in her hair, she continues to suck me, coaxing a response from my body. I feel my body start to tense, knowing that an orgasm is imminent. As much as I would rather explode inside her core, I know that Steph loves swallowing my seed, so I allow myself to explode in her mouth. She expertly swallows everything, licking my cock clean as I calm down. Normally, I have a very quick recovery time, but after I don't even know how many sessions last night, my cock is a little tired.

Once Stephanie deems me adequately clean, she slithers up my body, rubbing her luscious breasts against my chest, until her mouth is on mine. We kiss each other with a ferocity of lovers who have been separated for years, not hours. I quickly and gently flip us, so that Stephanie is below me, and I can have my turn worshipping her body. I kiss Steph down her neck, to that point where her neck meets her shoulder that drives her wild. I allow my hands to explore her body, trailing gently around her nipple, watching them peak and harden. My tongue follows my fingers, and I hear my wife moan in frustration and pleasure. I know that her breasts are her most erogenous zones. Nothing gets her from zero to sixty faster than a pinch on her nipple, a light suck from my mouth, or a little nip. She always enjoyed having me play with and suck on her nipples.

I teased and nipped at her nipples and breasts, feeling her writhe beneath me. Her hands were in my hair, trying to move my head further south. I know exactly what my wife wants, but I refuse to give in just yet. I glance at the clock, seeing that we have enough time to do what I want to do to her. About two years ago, I managed to get Stephanie to orgasm without any stimulation to her clit or vagina. It's been my mission to repeat that feat. I have yet to succeed, but it's not for lack of trying. Stephanie plays dirty, and when she wants my mouth or my fingers or my cock inside her, she is great at manipulating her body to make me give in, but not today. I pause on my ministrations long enough to bring her hands above her head.

"Leave your arms here, or I'll stop. No pushing or prodding. Let me pleasure you, Babe."

"Carlos, you know where I want you,"

"I do, Querida, but not yet. Have I ever disappointed you?"

"No."

"I don't plan on starting today. Just be patient, mi amor." I respond, going right back to my assault on her breasts. I can tell by her breathing that she is building to a release. I pause to take one of her arms, kissing the inside of her wrists while tweaking her nipple with my other hand. I switch to rubbing circles on her wrist while again loving her nipples. I can tell she's close, so I move to the money spot, her neck, and watch as she loses herself in an intense orgasm. Once her breathing starts to slow, I move my mouth lower, towards are wet folds. Once I'm firmly planted between her thighs, I dive in, enjoying my breakfast. I use my tongue to give my Babe another orgasm, before placing my fingers inside her dripping center.

Pumping into her, agonizingly slow at the beginning, I once again bring her to another climax. Before she can even find her way back down, I sheath myself inside her on one push. Dios, no matter how many times I make love to Stephanie, it's never enough. I feel myself grow even harder as I lean down to kiss her. I adjust my position, so I'm sitting on my knees and lift her, so she's sitting on my lap. I want to kiss her breasts, and this position gives me access to my favorite part of her body. Once I feel her getting closer, I gently push her down on her back. The changing angle helps me get deeper inside her and allows me to play with her clit. Finally, I feel her cum once again, and I explode right behind her. I gently pull out of her, laying next to her, rubbing her abdomen while we both catch our breath.

"It's a good thing we can't make any more babies because I'm sure after last night and this morning, I'd be pregnant if we could." Stephanie muses.

"I still can't believe that we have Maria," I respond.

On our wedding night, Stephanie informed me that she was three months pregnant. Our second son, Michael Lester, was born in April. Ricky was fourteen months. Then, Stephanie "Stevie" Rosa was born a week after Ricky turned two. Stevie was only ten months old. None of our children made it forty weeks, Stevie was one day shy of thirty-six weeks when she decided she was ready to meet the world. Then, poor Babe found herself pregnant a few months after giving birth to Stevie, even though I had a vasectomy, we were using condoms, and Steph was taking birth control. Since Maria Isabella was delivered via c-section thirteen months after Stevie, Stephanie opted to have her tubes tied. Not that I can blame her. Before our children, she had a B-cup. By the time Maria was born, she was up to a D-cup. She also is about ten pounds heavier, but I don't care, she's still beautiful in my eyes. So, we had four children born within thirty-seven months. Stephanie worked part-time after Ricky and Michael but decided to stay home once Stevie was born.

Now that Ricky just started kindergarten and Michael is in pre-K, Stephanie is back to working part-time again. She brings the girls to the office with her, and Tia Ella loves spoiling them. She's teaching all the kids to cook and bake. When Steph first decided to stay home, Tia Ella, Tia Marisol, and my mother took turns teaching Stephanie how to cook. She loved learning from them and is now quite an exceptional chef. She said learning to cook while dancing around the kitchen to salsa music was much better than what she endured with her mother. We have a housekeeper who comes three times a week to clean the house, and once a week for each guest house. Stephanie and I take care of the laundry and the child-rearing.

Right after Michael was born, Stephanie decided she wanted a dog. With the kids constantly dropping things, it became harder for her to pick them up. She felt that a service dog could help her, even opening the doors for her when she had the babies. I contacted some of my friends who work for the VA, and they gave me the name of a great organization to get a dog from. We have a red golden retriever, named Duchess, who is Stephanie's working dog and protector. In addition to having the dog trained for assisting Steph, she is also a trained guard dog. I feel much more at ease with Stephanie being home with the kids between the dog and our guards. Duchess is perfect for our family, playing with the kids when Steph is relaxing, and on guard once Steph is on the move, whether walking, using her crutches, or in the wheelchair.

Two years ago, after talking to Frank, we decided to start helping a local bail bondsman and Steph's cousin out by going after people who jumped bail. Vinnie Plum is a slimy, sleazy man who was actually a great bondsman. We discovered it was a great way to make money without doing much work. As for our current black op runners and Special Forces, we all knew how to hunt. Stephanie came into the office one day when we were looking for Kenny Mancuso, and within five minutes, found out exactly where he'd be by calling a couple of people. Since then, she spends one or two afternoons a week helping us find the skips.

Shortly after, we hired a former Marine, Regina Caruso, to help with a distraction. In a distraction, Gina goes into a location and lures the skip out. It works great and helps us avoid collateral damage. Since Gina is a former Marine, she can handle herself and a gun if the skip gets a little handsy. Lester was smitten with her from the get-go, and Stephanie helped to push the two together. Ten months ago, Lester proposed, and we are here this weekend for their wedding.

Valerie had her baby, another girl, and when she finally got around to having a paternity test, the child was Lenny's. His wife, Mary Lou, who at one point was Babe's best friend, kicked him to the curb. Ellen pushed Valerie to marry him, which she did. Both are miserable. Lenny has to pay thirty percent of his income to ex-wife for their children, plus fifteen percent to her for alimony. That leaves Lenny and Valerie living off fifty-five percent of what he makes. Valerie was forced to get a job again, but this time, working at the personal products factory, boxing tampons. Ellen died two years ago, and Stephanie could care less. Frank, meanwhile, has met a nice woman who he has been dating for the last three years. They have no intentions of marrying and are enjoying each other's companionship. Frank works parttime for Rangeman, either at the reception desk or on the monitors. He enjoys the monotony of both positions. Joe was severely injured in a prison riot a year and a half ago, being thrown from the second level to the first. He is now paralyzed from the waist down and living in a prison hospital, in a wheelchair. From what I heard, the injury was such that Joe can no longer get his little soldier up, so there is no more sex for him. Couldn't have happened to a better man. As for Ana, she tried to break out two times, both times by seducing a guard. She was thwarted, and now spends twenty-three hours a day in solitary. Her family stopped visiting her, completely embarrassed by what she had done.

It seems that Abuela was correct when she said that I'd enjoy being a father and Lester would find his match. I never would have believed that I could have this life, but Stephanie has shown me what is most important; family. I am so grateful I never married Anastasia because I would have been miserable, and most likely, divorced by now. My relationship with my daughter Julie is stronger now than ever before, and she is looking into attending Princeton. She wants to become a lawyer. She wants Princeton so she can be near me and her half-siblings. Life is perfect, and I can't wait to see what more is to come in the future.

A/N: Here we are, the end of another tale. I'm working on the sequel to "Night," which I will start to publish once it is completed. It was a joy publishing this story not having to worry about writing it or getting it edited in a certain time frame.

I'd like to thank everyone for all your comments and reviews. They were greatly appreciated and encouraged me to write this chapter, the epilogue, and the chapter from Frank's and Ellen's POVs. Originally, Chapter 28 was the last chapter. Your thoughts and encouragement keep me writing. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support.

Finally, I'd like to thank my fabulous beta, Susan, for being a wonderful editor and sounding board. Thanks, Babe.

I'm not sure when I'll finish "Night," as I go back to work next week. I've finally graduated to eighth grade after 14 years in seventh grade, and thus have to create lesson plans for two new classes, the regular eighth-grade curriculum, and the Living Environment (Bio) Regents course (high school level course). This doesn't mean that you might not get a one-shot or short here or there, but just not what you are waiting for. As for Spring Break, that is on the back burner right now, but when I get ideas, I'm writing them down in my outline. I will eventually write that story…I promise.

With love and gratitude,

Misty