SEAL’d Perfection

Epilogue

By

KB Winters

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Contents

Copyright and Disclaimer

Epilogue

More from KB Winters

Acknowledgements

About The Author

More from KB Winters

Plush A Billionaire Romance

What The Luck

Fate Interrupted

Timeless Passion

Hooked (Get it free!)

SEAL’d Perfection

Epilogue

I had come to terms with the fact that I’d likely never know what I’d done to deserve such a sweet life. Waking up next to Kat every morning for the past year was more than I’d ever dared to ask—or hope—for. Most mornings, I opened my eyes first, and had a moment to myself to watch her sleeping form before the day and all of its impending chaos would begin. However, on a particularly chilly, November morning, I opened my eyes to find Kat watching me. As our eyes met, she smiled, it was a quiet, slow smile that melted across her face and flooded my heart with a rush of warmth.

“Morning beautiful,” I said quietly.

“Morning.”

I reached over and brushed a strand of hair off her brow. She’d recently cut her hair, and the shorter layers around her face were always wild in the morning. My fingers followed the strand down, twisting it around and mindlessly toying with it. “Whatcha thinking about over there?” I drawled, my voice low and sleepy.

She rolled and snuggled closer, our faces inches away from each other, illuminated by the morning light streaming through the window. “I just can’t believe it’s already been a year.” She smiled again.

I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her closer, bringing our bodies together under the sheets. She was wearing a long nightie, and I was wearing flannel pajama bottoms. We used to sleep nude, our skin melded together every night, however, Jax had been having nightmares lately and was prone to charge into our bed in the middle of the night, so dressing for bed had become a necessity. I perked an ear toward the door. The house was quiet. It was Saturday morning, which allowed for lingering in bed, since Jax would sleep in until at least nine.

We had time.

I grinned at Kat and she smiled back, her fingers grazing down my bare chest, letting me know she was on the same page. “Well, Mrs. Winslow, how should we celebrate this occasion?” My hands were sliding up her thigh, pushing the thin cotton gown around her hips. I groaned into her ear when I realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She giggled softly as my hands searched her body, never getting enough.

“You know what I like,” she purred back, sending my heart rate through the roof.

Yes, yes, I did.

And I spent the next hour showing her exactly how well I knew what she liked.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” I said, pressing a kiss against her temple as I held her close in the aftermath, waiting for our heart rates and breathing to slow.

Kat looked up at me. “The first of many.”

I nodded and blinked away a choke of emotion.

* * * *

Sadly, we had to pull ourselves out of bed a little while later. It was our weekend with Jax, and we had a jam packed day to get to. Jax had a little league game at three, and as the coach, I needed to get to the field an hour early to set up and get everyone organized. Kat worked the concession stand, selling hot dogs, popcorn, and candy to the other parents. We went through the morning routine with an extra sparkle in our eyes, grinning like lovesick teenagers at each other, whenever our eyes met. I stole kisses or a handful of ass, whenever Jax wasn’t looking, and Kat relished the attention.

At nine fifteen, a thunder of feet and paws alerted Kat and I, and we braced for impact, setting aside our coffee mugs as Jax and Mickey raced into the kitchen. Jax plowed into Kat’s legs, wrapping his arms around her. “Mama!”

Kat giggled and ruffled his hair. “Morning, honey. How’d you sleep?”

While Kat and Jax exchanged morning greetings, Mickey, the golden retriever, was bouncing around, tail thwacking into my legs. “Come on, boy,” I said, grinning down at the fluffy dog, Jax’s ever present companion. I led him to the French doors off the kitchen, opened one, and let him fly out into the backyard. I watched as he bolted to the back fence, chasing an invisible squirrel, and then turned, tearing off in the other direction. It was hard to tell who liked having a big, expansive yard more: Jax or Mickey.

We’d moved into the craftsman style house six months ago, and it had felt like home from the beginning—even before all the boxes had been unpacked. The house had four bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, a gourmet kitchen with all the latest gadgets and upgrades, and enough room for all of us—and then some. We had a huge, fenced in lot, complete with a swing set and trampoline for Jax and all his friends. In the summer, we’d hosted BBQ cookouts, little league parties, and had celebrated Jax’s fifth birthday out in the backyard with family and friends.

The only downside was that we no longer lived next door to Hilda, but so far, we’d managed to keep up with once a week dinners, hosted on an alternating schedule. Sometimes at her townhouse and others, at our new home. We all loved seeing her, and it meant a lot to Kat and Jax especially, to keep in touch. Hilda was like a mother to Kat and an honorary grandmother to Jax. She would always be a part of our life, no matter where we lived, and I was happy that so far, the move had been an easy transition.

“Dad!” Jax called, snapping my attention away from watching Mickey sprint around the yard. I crouched down and he launched into my arms.

“Morning, buddy,” I said, wrapping my good arm around him. Hearing him call me dad was still enough to make my heart swell. It had only been a few months, but I had a feeling it would never get old. “Do you know what today is? It’s a very special day.”

Kat was watching us, a huge smile on her face as she watched Jax try to figure out the answer to my question. “Is it my birthday? No, it’s Mickey’s birthday!” Jax asked, looking out the window at his beloved dog.

“Not quite. It’s been a year since your mom and I got married. Do you remember that day?” I looked up and smiled at Kat, surprised to see her eyes wet with unshed tears. I held Jax tight with one arm and reached for her with the other. She joined us, squatting down on the other side of Jax. “It’s our anniversary.”

Jax smiled at each of us in turn. “What’s that?”

“It means your mommy and I have been married for a whole year!”

“Like a birthday for the wedding?” He asked with a confused look on his face.

“Yes, son, a birthday of the day your mom and I got married.”Over his head, I saw a tear slide down Kat’s cheek as she smiled at her son and then at me. Without words, I knew that I felt the exact same way. We had ended up with a very short engagement, just long enough to plan the wedding, which didn’t take long at all since it was a very small affair. And a mere two months after she agreed to marry me, she walked down the aisle, on her father’s arm—both of her parents having finally come to terms with her new life—and I had the privilege of promising my life and love to her for as long as I was breathing. And if we got really lucky, for even longer than that

“That makes me happy. Do we get birthday cake too?” Jax asked his eyes wide.

“It makes us happy, too, bud,” I told Jax. We all turned our attention outside as Mickey bounded up the steps and pressed his nose to the glass on the other side of the door, as though he knew he was being left out of an important family matter. We all laughed at his expression, and I released Jax to stand up and let the dog in. Kat went back to making breakfast, while Jax stood on a chair at her side, helping her beat the eggs, which was his favorite morning chore.

Things during the week were so chaotic now that Kat was working full time to start her own design company. She was gone on consults most of the day, and Jax had to be ready for kindergarten and dropped off since there wasn’t a bus service. I played the role of Mr. Mom most days, only sneaking off to my art studio for the hours that Jax was in school. After school, it was little league practice, play dates, and the evening reset to get ready to wake up and do it all again the next day.

It was an odd thing to think about, that only a year and a half ago, I’d been overseas, in a war torn country, carrying out life saving missions to rescue hostages from terrorist threats, and now, my biggest concern was whether or not Jax had remembered to grab his lunch bag in the morning, or whether he’d sneaked an extra pudding cup when I wasn’t looking. I laughed just thinking about how opposite the two lives were, as though I were two different people or something. There were days where I missed the thrill of being a SEAL, and longed for an adrenaline jolt, but at the end of the day, there was no way I’d trade my life with Kat and Jax. They were my world, and there was a peace in knowing that I would never have to say goodbye to them, to be deployed on a dangerous mission. I would never have to leave them behind like that, or make them worry about my safety.

I turned to watch as Kat and Jax mixed up the scrambled eggs, laughing about something, while Mickey sat at their feet, hoping for scraps to fall, and smiled to myself. There was nowhere else I would rather be.

This was home.

They were my home.

* * * *

By that afternoon, we were at the baseball field at a local park, unpacked and waiting for the rest of the team to show up for pre-game warm up. Kat had run to the local convenience store to get ice for the concession stand coolers, and Jax and I were waiting, playing a little catch on the field. “You ready for the big game?” I asked, catching his last throw with a mitt fitted for my messed up hand. He was getting pretty good at it, definitely the best on the team.

I’d volunteered to coach a few months back. We’d been relatively new to the area, and the coach from the year before had been forced to step down due to health issues. Some of the parents had been a little skeptical, they said it was from a lack of experience—which, I thought was ridiculous considering it was little league, not even a sponsored team—but I had a feeling, from the way they looked at me, that it had more to do with my tattoos. I was used to the judgment, but it angered me that it was affecting Jax, who I thought of as my own son. I wasn’t sure exactly what had changed, but somewhere along the way, they changed their opinions, and I got the call that I was the new coach.

“I think so,” Jax answered, catching my return throw.

“Nice one,” I complimented, lighting up inside at his smile of pride. “You’re gonna do great.”

Kat pulled into the lot and we abandoned our mitts to go help her carry over the bags of ice to where we’d set up the small table loaded with candy bars, bags of popcorn, and the condiments for the hot dogs that Kat would cook on the park grill once the other parents arrived. I looked up at the sky, and was relieved there weren’t clouds overhead. It was frosty outside, but we would play as long as it didn’t rain. The league was very unofficial, and we played pretty much year round, to give the kids practice and exercise. Once they were a little older things got stricter and more official—and also a lot more competitive, from what I’d heard.

That was a worry for another day. I knew I’d be there to help Jax find his way, whatever came next, and that was all that mattered.

It didn’t take long before the other parents arrived, and Kat and I took a moment to stand back and watch as Jax played with his friends on the field, before the opposing team arrived and they would all put on their four and five year-old versions of a game face.

“He’s incredible,” Kat breathed, watching her son with pride.

“Agreed.” I wrapped an arm around her waist and tucked her against me.

“Mitch and Hannah are coming,” Kat said, mentioning it offhand. “Is that okay?”

I shrugged. “It’s not up to me, really.” Enough time had passed that most of the animosity between Mitch and I had faded, but that didn’t mean it was pleasant to be around him—especially not for long stretches of time.

Kat placed a hand on my chest. “It’ll be okay. They probably won’t stay long. Hannah doesn’t like bringing the baby out in the cold for too long and it’s pretty chilly out here today.”

I took her hand and brought it to my lips, pressing a soft whisper of a kiss to it. “It’ll be fine. You’re right. Besides, it’s a special day, nothing can take that away.”

She smiled and I kissed her lips before sauntering off towards the center of the field. I called my little team around me and started giving a pre-game pep talk even though we all knew there wouldn’t be an official record of the score. I always kept track in my head anyways, and it was nice to win. Even if I wasn’t allowed to say so.

The game started not too long after that, and I was busy coaching and directing—which, with a pack of riled up kids, was more like herding cats than calling plays and relaying strategies—and didn’t notice Mitch and Hannah had arrived, until I finally got a glimpse over at Kat and saw her sitting next to Hannah, fawning over their baby girl, who had just turned one a few months back. I smiled to myself, hoping that someday I could give Kat a baby girl of our own.

Mitch kept his distance, and other than a subtle head nod to one another, we didn’t interact at all. By the time the game was over—a game we won by a landslide—they were gone.

* * * *

“Hey, baby, can you check. I think someone’s at the door,” I called down the hall, my hands full of soap suds as I scrubbed at Jax’s hair. Little league baseball wasn’t necessarily a dirty game, but somehow, the crew of boys always ended up completely filthy at the end of the afternoon.

“Okay!” Kat replied, her voice distant. “But if it’s that vacuum cleaning salesperson again, I’m gonna go crazy!”

I stilled, holding my breath as she plodded down the stairs. I knew who was waiting downstairs, and I couldn’t hold back a smile as I waited for her response. Jax and I were in his bathroom, on the second floor of the house, but I’d left the door open, so I could hear Kat’s reaction when the first part of her surprise arrived.

“Hilda! What are you doing here?” I heard her exclaim from downstairs. “Oh my gosh, come in, come in.”

I smiled at Jax. “All right, bud, we gotta rinse, and get you dried off so you can go see Hilda.”

“Yay!” He cheered, hurrying to dump a bucket of water over his head in an effort to speed the washing process along. I laughed and helped him get the shampoo suds out of his face. When he was rinsed, dried, and dressed, we went downstairs and he launched into Hilda’s arms. It was impossible to tell which of them was more excited to be reunited. He began chattering away about his game, and Hilda listened, a smile of complete contentment on her face as she held him and asked all about it.

Kat sidled up to me and wrapped her arms around me. “Thank you,” she said, before pressing a kiss to my lips. “Hilda told me what you did. Where are we going on our date?”

I smiled and shrugged. “You’re gonna have to go along and find out.”

She smacked me playfully. “Well, at least tell me what to wear.”

“We’re taking the trike. If that helps.” It was the only clue I was prepared to offer her. Kat hadn’t been on the new Harley that I’d had modified to accomodate my right hand, and she was in for a ride. “Although, if you want to wear a skirt, you know I’m not opposed.” I flashed her a wicked smile and although she rolled her eyes, the hint of pink in her cheeks floored me. There was nothing sexier than her on the trike—except her wearing a short skirt that rode up high on her thighs as we rode. Being able to reach down and feel her bare legs spread wide around me…

I blinked away the mental image. I couldn’t haul her off to our bedroom and didn’t have time for a cold shower before we left.

She slipped away, heading for the stairs. “I’m going to get ready.”

I watched her go—her ass in her favorite jeans was too much of a distraction to ignore. When she’d disappeared from my sight, I went back to the living room, where Hilda and Jax were sitting on the couch. Jax was still jabbering on about the baseball game.

“Thanks for coming over, Hilda,” I interjected, when Jax paused for breath in his long, rambling play-by-play. I took a seat on the other side of Jax and ruffled his hair.

“You’re very welcome, dear. Any excuse I get to see my favorite little man,” she said, squeezing Jax into her side. “Happy anniversary. I can’t believe it’s been a year.”

“Me either,” I replied. “It’s gone fast, for sure.”

“Just you wait! It only gets faster the older you get.”

I looked down at Jax, thinking of how much he’d grown just in the time I’d known Kat. It was crazy to think he was already in school. It was making me feel like an old man, and I hadn’t even hit thirty yet—a fact Kat rarely let me forget.

Jax took control of the conversation again, and dragged Hilda off to his room to show her his latest addition to his tractor collection. I lounged back on the couch and waited for my bride to appear, smiling to myself at the plans I had for the night. When she appeared at the top of the stairs, all the oxygen was sucked from my lungs. She was wearing a black dress that I knew would make it damn near impossible to get onto the back of the bike. But, holy shit, was she gonna look smokin’ once she did.

“I’ll take it by the look on your face, that this works,” Kat said, laughing softly as she took the last steps.

“Hell yeah, Mrs. Winslow,” I said, loving that she’d taken my name. “Although, I gotta say, I kinda wanna scrap our dinner plans and find the closest hotel so I can keep you all to myself.”

She laughed more and pressed a kiss to my lips, nibbling at my bottom lip a little, just to torture me. I groaned when she pulled away. “Dinner first, then we’ll see if you get lucky.” She winked and sashayed away, swinging her hips just right. My hands clenched at my sides, wanting nothing more than to grab her and back her against the living room wall and absolutely ravage her, to make her pay for being so fucking sexy just to tease me.

I shelved my fantasy long enough for Kat to pass on dinner instructions to Hilda, and we slipped away into the night.

* * * *

“Oh my God, Jace!” Kat gasped, tugging her helmet off. “I can’t believe…”

I smiled as she took it in. Her eyes darting from the Damon & Gigi sign to me, and then back again. “It’s not fancy, but I hear they have a good band playing tonight, and Damon told me we could have the best table in the house. Just like old times.”

Kat flicked away the beginnings of tears and reached for my hand. I kissed her, letting my hand wander over her body, taking advantage of the dark parking lot. The ride over had done nothing but make me more horny for my hot as hell wife. Riding together was a mutual love, one that had developed over time, but had started back on our very first not-a-date-turned date, that had been to the biker bar standing in front of us on our one year wedding anniversary.

I’d chosen the spot as a tribute to our relationship’s roots, a sentimental gesture, mainly for Kat’s benefit. But I would’ve been lying if I’d said the impact of it didn’t hit me a little harder in the chest than I’d anticipated.

I led Kat inside and Damon, my old buddy, and his wife, Gigi, greeted us with eager smiles. Gigi took us upstairs to the balcony. It was too chilly to eat outside, but we shared a beer and looked out over the grounds behind where bands usually played during the warmer months. Tonight, the band would be inside, but we would still get the full effect of the music at our table in the loft space that opened to the bar below.

Damon and Gigi alternated coming up to see us, taking our orders, and refilling our drinks. When our meal was served, Gigi even brought up a bottle of champagne.

“How has the painting been going? I wish you’d let me see it,” Kat said, twirling her pasta with her fork and spoon like we were in some fancy Italian place, instead of a dive biker bar.

I dabbed my napkin on my lips. “It’s good, almost done, actually. You’ll get to see it soon.”

“All right.”

Since my tattoo career had come crashing to an end with the damage sustained to my hand overseas, I’d been looking for ways to get back into art, and release the pent up creative energy inside of me. I’d been practicing tattoo work with my left hand, but it was a slow road, and one that would need to be perfected before too many people were going to trust me to permanently alter their bodies with my art. In the meantime, I’d rented a small art studio, and had been trying out different mediums to see what felt the most natural. It had been a long process, getting used to working primarily with my left hand, but, it was becoming easier each day, and I was nearing completion on my first piece that would actually be worth showing to other people.

After the dinner was over, Kat and I went downstairs to where the band was playing, and did a little dirty dancing out on the floor, to the whoops and hollers of the other patrons—loudest of all, Damon and Gigi.

By the time we left the bar, my body was on fire for Kat, and I couldn’t drive fast enough back home. When we got inside, Hilda gave us the rundown on the night, mercifully keeping it brief, and she slipped away with a knowing smile at us. When she’d backed down the driveway, I grabbed Kat and with two strides, had her pinned against the wall. She arched against the wall, her body yearning for mine. My hands slid down her sides, taking in every curve. Her breasts, waist, hips, and then around to cup her perfect ass.

“God, Kat,” I growled into her ear, my hands slipping under the stretch fabric of her dress, feeling her bare ass cheeks and then the thread of her g-string thong. “You are the hottest, fucking wife ever.”

She laughed, but the sound was deep and throaty, and made me harder.

I knew that as much as I’d wanted to, we couldn’t fuck against the living room wall. I had to get her upstairs where we could lock the door in case Jax woke up. I slipped my finger between her thighs, feeling the moisture already built there, and groaned, not sure I’d make it upstairs. I needed her naked…now.

Somehow, we made it upstairs, and I’d barely got the bedroom door closed and locked, before tearing her black dress off, over her head, thrilled all over again to see her bare breasts and hard nipples. Her dark hair was falling in soft waves, her shorter layers framing her face. Her eyes were wide and dark. She was just as hungry for me, as I was for her.

One of the billion things I loved about her.

We crashed together, and she was clawing at my shirt as I reached for her panties. We were a tangled mess of arms and legs, thrashing together in an uncoordinated, but incredibly hot and urgent, dance, until we both collapsed to the bed, our naked bodies melting together. Being with Kat was natural, in that we had a rhythm and knowledge that was lacking in short term relationships that I’d had in the past. However, instead of that bringing boredom and routine to our sex life, it only thrilled me more. I knew every inch of her body. I knew the things that would bring her teeth gritting, moaning, clawing, thrashing pleasure, and watching her come undone always thrilled me more than anything else.

As I made my way down her body, desperate to taste her, and bury my face between her silky thighs, I grinned down at her as she writhed for me. “Jace…” she pleaded, her eyes wide and begging. “I need you.” She bucked her hips up against me and I plunged down between her legs, licking, and sucking, and finger fucking her until she was screaming into a pillow over her face to keep from waking up the whole neighborhood.

I kept going until she was shivering and boneless, her entire body melted into the bed. My cock was throbbing with pressure, screaming at me to get inside her. She was soaking wet, tight, and ready. I teased her pussy with the tip and her eyes flew open again. It was like touching a live wire. One second, laying there still and content, and then bam, sparking and flying all over. Kat reached up for my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin, pulling me down to her mouth. I entered her as our tongues tangled together and she groaned into my mouth, her body shuddering as I filled her.

“Jace,” she breathed, as I pulled out, only to plow back into her. She moaned again and I flipped her over, getting her on all fours, her ass high in the air. I thrust into her over and over, as she screamed and moaned into the pillow, her arms stretched in front of her, clinging for the edge of the mattress. Her pussy swallowed me with each hit, tugging my cock nice and tight, until I exploded inside her, filling her up with every last drop. Releasing inside Kat felt so good—so right—and the sensations that lingered and tore through me, nearly had me hard again when I pulled out, letting Kat sag down to the bed again.

“Shit,” she sighed.

I smirked and lay down beside her. I pulled her against me and brushed back her sweaty hair, pushing it over her shoulder. We lay together, breathing hard, our hearts hammering in unison, as we came down from the high. Kat’s body still twitching occasionally as the waves washed over and away from her.

“I did have a surprise for you too,” Kat said, lying against my chest that night as we snuggled into bed, both of us hovering in that space between awake and asleep.

I stroked her hair. “Oh yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” She rolled her cheek against my skin, popping herself up so she was looking into my eyes. “Jace…we’re pregnant.”

Her words soaked into my brain, filling every space in my body with a feeling unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. She was staring at me, her eyes shiny, waiting for a response, but I couldn’t speak.

“Are you happy?” She whispered.

“More than—” I stopped. My emotions choked out my voice. I nodded through it. “More than I could even say.”

Kat smiled and her own tears fell, sliding down her cheeks as she watched me. “I just took the test yesterday, but I thought it would be special to tell you tonight.”

I sat up halfway and gathered her against my chest. “Thank you.”

She giggled. “Well, I can’t take all the credit. You did have a little something to do with it.”

I smiled at her joke, but the waves of joy pulled at me again, my eyes burning with unshed tears. “I mean for everything. For taking a chance on me in the first place, for not abandoning me in my misery when I thought I was unlovable. And for letting me love you and be a part of your family. And now, for—” I stopped and swallowed hard. “—for building a family with me.”

She nodded against my chest and we stayed like that for awhile, before she pushed off so she could look at me. She took my hands in hers and kissed my knuckles. “Jace, you are the most perfect man for me, for Jax, and I know, beyond a sliver of doubt, that you will be the best father to our new son or daughter. I love you.”

“I love you, Kat.”

Our lips met in a sweet, charged kiss that was the melding and eruption of an overwhelm of emotions coursing through us both. When we finally broke apart, she rested back on my chest and my hand slid to her stomach, which, for the moment was still toned as ever, not even a hint of the swell that was to come. My fingers traced around her navel, up and down the smooth skin, thinking of our baby growing deep inside her, a thousand questions exploding in my mind all at once.

I smiled to myself, settling on which one to ask her first. “Kat?”

“Hmm?”

“Does this mean I can start calling you my baby mama?”

She laughed and I could practically hear her rolling her eyes.

~ THE END ~

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Acknowledgements

First of all, I’d like to thank all my readers. Without you, my books wouldn’t need to exist. I truly appreciate each and every one of you.

Thanks to all of my beta readers, street team, ARC readers and Facebook fans. You girls are the best!

And a huge very special thanks to my PA, Shannon Hunt and Once Upon an Alpha. Without you, I’d be a hot mess! Thank you!

And a very special thanks to my editor, Tina. Thank you for making my words make sense.

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About The Author

KB Winters has an addiction to caffeine, tattoos and hard-bodied alpha males. The men in her books are very sexy, protective and sometimes bossy, her ladies are…well…bossier!

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