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  “I promise.”

  She gives me a wide, toothy teenage grin. “Pinky promise?”

  I laugh and offer her my pinky.

  My heart is heavy as I remember Abigail. We’d only had the babies two weeks when I learned the teenager died of an overdose. I didn’t realize her escape meant death. It haunts me to this day.

  But her secrets of how my Devon and Drew were born of incest stay locked away in my heart. Devon will never know. Never. She’s smart and beautiful and fucking perfect. I don’t want her to ever doubt that. One day, when she’s ready, I’ll tell her how sweet and loving her biological mother was but that’s it. She’ll never know that she was born of rape and incest.

  “I’m so happy,” Devon rasps out as our son nurses.

  Her blonde hair is dirty and knotted but I’ve never seen her look so serene and gorgeous.

  “Me too, baby.”

  “What should we name him?” she asks.

  He loses his grip on her nipple and hollers. We both laugh as she helps him latch back on.

  “He’s a rowdy little thing.”

  Her blue eyes find mine. “Rowdy has a nice ring to it. After his uncle.”

  My heart swells. “I love it. Rowdy Andrew Jamison.”

  “Thank you.”

  I laugh and come to sit beside her on the edge of the bed. My fingers stroke through her messy hair before I settle my palm on our baby. “What are you thanking me for? You did all the work. You did this, Pip.”

  She shakes her head as tears spill out. Her lip wobbles madly. “Thank you for loving me. From day one, whenever that day was, until now. Our love has grown and morphed into something nobody else on this planet has. We’re special.”

  Rowdy opens his mouth as his eyes fall shut. Who knew infants were so fucking adorable? I missed all of this with Drew and Devon. This moment, admiring my newborn son, is a moment I’ll never forget.

  “I’ll get started on breakfast,” I say with a sigh. “No rest for the weary.”

  She pats the bed. “We’d rather you stay here with us. The food can wait.”

  I’m exhausted and sore.

  The idea of sleeping with my family is one I can’t refuse.

  I undress to my boxers and crawl in beside her. With my arm wrapped around them both, I fall into blissful, peaceful sleep.

  I’m home.

  We’re finally home.

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  Two years later…

  “Rowdy, no!” I squeal as he runs at warp speed toward the fireplace. My belly is giant and all I do is waddle these days. Thankfully, Reed is faster than the both of us. He scoops our son up and tosses him into the air.

  Rowdy shrieks with glee and hugs his daddy’s neck.

  “We need to build a fence and lock him in it,” I complain and blow a strand of hair from my sticky face. “The terrible twos are worse than terrible.”

  Reed turns to grin at me. He’s not wearing a shirt and his muscles are bulging. My hormones, just like with my last pregnancy, are buzzing out of control. I want to put Rowdy down for a nap and climb my husband like a tree.

  “You’re giving me that look, Devon,” Reed growls.

  “What look?” I feign innocence.

  “The fuck me in the ass look.”

  I scoff which makes Rowdy giggle. He has no idea what he’s laughing about which makes Reed and I both laugh. “I do not want it there.”

  “Is that so? You weren’t complaining when I had you on your knees buried to the hilt last night,” he challenges.

  My throat blazes with heat. I rush over and pluck Rowdy from his grip before taking my little monster to his crib. Thankfully, he loves his naps and his rabbit pelt blankie I made. The moment I lay him down, he snags the blanket and starts sucking on his thumb, his eyes heavy with sleepiness. When I turn around, Reed is undressing. The moment his rock-hard cock bobs out and he’s completely naked, a whimper escapes me.

  “You drive me crazy,” I complain.

  He smirks and jerks his chin up as to call me over to him. Like the obedient wife I am, I find myself drawn to him. I toss aside the maternity dress along the way and lose my panties. His wolfish gaze devours my naked pregnant body. I love that he seems to appreciate my body’s changes. I never feel less than in his eyes.

  Always more than.

  Always.

  “Did you bring Eve some fruit when you were out hunting?” I ask when my belly brushes against his toned abs.

  I feel bad for her. She helped us when we needed her to but other than that, she doesn’t visit. Sometimes I can feel her eyes in the forest watching us but she never engages. Rowdy loves the presents she leaves for him on the porch though. She’s always making him toys.

  “Yeah. I told her she needs to come see her nephew or I was going to haul her over my shoulder and force her to come anyway.” He chuckles. “She tried to shiv me.”

  I wince and shake my head. “Maybe with time.”

  “Maybe. She’s wild though. Don’t get your hopes up.”

  “When is Atticus coming back?” I ask, my palms rubbing up over his sculpted pectorals.

  His hands grip my hips. Not soft. Possessive and harsh. It reminds me that I’m his.

  “He had to fly out to Seattle for something but he’ll be back next week. It’s coming along pretty nicely. We’ll work on the roof some more once he gets back.”

  I grin up at him. They’ve been working on the house for two years. It’s framed—a giant monolith on the mountain side about a half mile from the wreckage site. They’ve worked hard on it but it’s taken them forever. Reed thinks in another two years we can move in. Until then, we keep filling up our tiny little cabin.

  “Lie down, Daddy,” I purr as I reach down to grip his cock. It jolts in my hand. “Mommy wants to do the driving.”

  His smoldering grin nearly melts me to the floor. Like the obedient husband he is, he lies back on the bed. I waddle my pregnant butt over to him and straddle his thighs. With our eyes locked, I sink down on his throbbing length. We both hiss out in pleasure. His palms roam my belly and we both laugh when this kiddo rolls against his touch. Then, his fingers are at my breasts teasing me.

  “You just going to sit there, woman, or are you going to fuck me?” he murmurs, his hips thrusting up.

  I moan and lean forward resting my palms on his shoulders. Slowly, I begin rocking against him. Love, brilliant and deep and powerful, shines in his eyes. It burns me. Scalds me. Imprisons me. Suffocates me.

  But it also fills me.

  Fuels me.

  Frees me.

  His fingers are at my clit and he’s thrusting hard from beneath me. My husband is an animal through and through. Even from the bottom, he dominates and controls. With a flutter of my lashes, I give in. I lose myself in the way he owns me.

  We both come with sounds that are straight from the forest. Not sounds two humans should make. His cum jets up inside of me and I clench around him with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

  “Promise me it will always be like this,” I whisper.

  His brown eyes are hard with feral emotions that all lead back to loving me. He grips my pinky with his and draws me closer to him. Even with my giant stomach wedged between us and his cock still deep inside, we manage to kiss.

  “Pinky promise, Pip.”

  And I believe him because this man will do everything in his power to make that happen.

  Lie. Steal. Murder. Cheat. Destroy.

  All in the name of keeping my heart safe.

  I couldn’t ask for a more dedicated love.

  He’s mine.

  All mine.

  Five months later…

  I watch as Rowdy and Reed throw snowballs at each other. Rowdy has a good arm on him despite being a toddler. Ronan screams from inside, awake from his nap. I flash Reed a big smile as I go inside to tend to our little one. When I make it over to his cradle, he’s kicking and trying to eat his fist. These boys are always hungry.


  He stops fussing when I sing to him. They all do. All three of them love when I sing. His blue eyes are wide as I scoop him into my arms and sit on the bed. He latches onto my breast with vigor.

  My babies are gorgeous.

  Reed and I make beautiful children.

  I wonder if the next one will be a girl. I haven’t told Reed that I’m expecting again. He’ll be thrilled, I’m sure. They still haven’t finished the house but it won’t be long. By next summer, we’ll be ready to move in. Not everything is done but we can still live there. And by then, we’ll have a fifth member to our growing family.

  Joy overwhelms me.

  Sometimes I wish Mom were here to see them. I wonder if it would unlock her from her spell. Drag her from the darkness. Reed assures me it wouldn’t. That depression is an illness that isn’t easily cured by cute babies. He reminds me that she had Drew and I and still stayed trapped inside her head.

  Other times, I wonder about my real mom. Reed burned up the adoption papers because he said we were family bound by heart which was better than blood or laws. A weight lifted the moment the papers were incinerated. I kept the picture of my birth mother though. It amazes me how much she looks like me. When I ask about my biological father, Reed shrugs and says he doesn’t know. I guess it doesn’t matter. All of those moments lead to this one.

  “Momma!” Rowdy cries out when they walk inside. He runs over to me and gets me wet with the cold snow.

  “Hey, baby,” I tell him and ruffle his dark hair. He looks so much like Reed it makes my heart stop.

  Reed walks over to me and kisses the top of my head. “How are my beautiful wife and baby boy?”

  “He’s hungry and I’m tired.” I give him a weary smile.

  His gaze narrows as he lowers his eyes to my breasts that are engorged with milk. “Are you…are we…”

  My smile is wide and tears prickle my eyes. “We are. Are you happy?”

  Rowdy grunts as he tries to rip Buddy’s hair out. Buddy rolls over onto his back and licks our wild son in the face until he lets go.

  “Devon,” Reed growls as he tenderly strokes my cheek. “You make me happy every single second of every single day. These kids. You. The damn dog. All of it is my happily ever after.”

  I tilt my head up so he’ll kiss me. “Spoken like a true romantic.”

  “I’ll show you romance once these kids go to sleep.”

  “It’s on, big daddy,” I tell him with a saucy grin.

  He nips at my bottom lip and growls. “Promise?”

  “Pinky promise.”

  The End

  Dear Reader,

  Thank you so much for going on this wild adventure with me! I know sometimes my stories are way outside the box but I can’t thank you enough for always seeing it to the end. Please, as you review, keep your spoilers to a minimum. I’m afraid that some folks might miss out on an unconventional, but beautiful love story, if they knew what sort of taboo element they were looking at before diving in. Once you’re in though, it sort of hooks you, which is what I hope to do for future readers! I appreciate you keeping that tidbit to yourself!! Thank you so much!

  I’m looking to take you all on more wild journeys very soon!

  Sincerely,

  The Wild One

  aka K Webster

  PS – You can join the spoiler group to talk about The Wild here.

  PPS – If you spoil it, I’ll send Eve with her shiv after you…

  PPPS – I mean it.

  PPPPS – Kidding…or am I?

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  Listen on Spotify here.

  “Tainted Love” by Marilyn Manson

  “Oh My” by Big Wreck

  “Blown Wide Open” by Big Wreck

  “Wild Horses” by Bishop Briggs

  “Way Down We Go” by Kaleo

  “I Put A Spell On You” by Annie Lennox

  “#1 Crush” by Garbage

  “Fade Into You” by Mazzy Star

  “Game of Survival by Ruelle

  “Ain’t No Sunshine” by Bill Withers

  “Time of the Season” by The Zombies

  “How’s It Going To Be” by Third Eye Blind

  “Run, Run, Run” by Tokio Hotel

  “Black Gives Way To Blue” by Alice in Chains

  “Behind Blue Eyes” by The Who

  “Say Hello 2 Heaven” by Temple of the Dog

  “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley

  “Cumbersome” by 4 Seven Mary Three

  “In The Meantime” by Spacehog

  “We’re In This Together” by Nine Inch Nails

  “The Sound of Silence” by Simon & Garfunkel

  “Lovesong” by The Cure

  “Foolish Games” by Jewel

  “Head Over Feet” by Alanis Morissette

  “The Morning After” by Meg Myers

  “Someone Like You” by Adele

  “The House of the Rising Sun” by The Animals

  “Take Me to Church” by Hozier

  “No One’s Gonna Love You” by Band of Horses

  “Ways to Go” by Grouplove

  “Sail” by Awolnation

  “To Be Alone” by Hozier

  “Stubborn Love” by The Lumineers

  “Alive” by Pearl Jam

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  The Breaking the Rules Series:

  Broken (Book 1)

  Wrong (Book 2)

  Scarred (Book 3)

  Mistake (Book 4)

  Crushed (Book 5 – a novella)

  The Vegas Aces Series:

  Rock Country (Book 1)

  Rock Heart (Book 2)

  Rock Bottom (Book 3)

  The Becoming Her Series:

  Becoming Lady Thomas (Book 1)

  Becoming Countess Dumont (Book 2)

  Becoming Mrs. Benedict (Book 3)

  War & Peace Series:

  This is War, Baby (Book 1)

  This is Love, Baby (Book 2)

  This Isn’t Over, Baby (Book 3)

  This Isn’t You, Baby (Book 4)

  This is Me, Baby (Book 5)

  This Isn’t Fair, Baby (Book 6)

  This is the End, Baby (Book 7—a novella)

  2 Lovers Series:

  Text 2 Lovers (Book 1)

  Hate 2 Lovers (Book 2)

  Thieves 2 Lovers (Book 3)

  Alpha & Omega Duet:

  Alpha & Omega (Book 1)

  Omega & Love (Book 2)

  Pretty Stolen Dolls Series:

  Pretty Stolen Dolls (Book 1)

  Pretty Lost Dolls (Book 2)

  Pretty New Doll (Book 3)

  Taboo Treats:

  Bad Bad Bad

  Easton

  Standalone Novels:

  Apartment 2B

  Love and Law

  Moth to a Flame

  Erased

  The Road Back to Us

  Surviving Harley

  Give Me Yesterday

  Running Free

  Dirty Ugly Toy

  Zeke’s Eden

  Sweet Jayne

  Untimely You

  Mad Sea

  Whispers and the Roars

  Schooled by a Senior

  B-Sides and Rarities

  Blue Hill Blood by Elizabeth Gray

  Notice

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  Thank you to my husband…you listened to my wild idea and encouraged me to write it. That kind of support is the best kind. Thanks for always being my number one cheerleader. I love you.

  A huge thank you to my Krazy for K Webster’s Books reader group. You all are insanely supportive and I can’t thank you enough.

  A gigantic thank you to my betas who read this story. Elizabeth Clinton, Ella Stewart, Misty Walker, Shannon Miller, Amy Bosica, Brooklyn Miller, Robin Martin, Amy Simms, Jessica Viteri, Amanda Söderlund, and Tammy McGowan, you all helped make this story even better. Your feedback and early reading is important to this entire process
and I can’t thank you enough.

  Also, a big thank you to Ella Stewart for proofreading this story and reading it as I went along to make sure I was on track!! You’re a great friend who always looks out for me. Your unconditional love for taboo is inspiring to me. Love you!

  A giant thank you to Misty Walker for stepping into my life and helping me do all the hard stuff that I can’t do. You encourage me daily and make me laugh. I can always count on you to say the things I need to hear and recommend a good horse book when I’m in a slump. My life would be NEIGHthing without you. NEIGHthing. Love ya, girl!

  A big thank you to my author friends who have given me your friendship and your support. You have no idea how much that means to me.

  Thank you to all of my blogger friends both big and small that go above and beyond to always share my stuff. You all rock! #AllBlogsMatter

  Ellie at Love N Books, thank you SO much for saving my ass and editing this book. You’re a star and I can’t thank you enough! Love you!

  Thank you Stacey Blake for being ninja queen as always when formatting my books and in general. I love you! I love you! I love you!

  A big thanks to my PR gal, Nicole Blanchard. You are fabulous at what you do and keep me on track!

  Lastly but certainly not least of all, thank you to all of the wonderful readers out there that are willing to hear my story and enjoy my characters like I do. It means the world to me!

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  K Webster is the author of dozens of romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, dark romance, romantic suspense, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her hilarious and handsome husband and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.