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And that's a wrap for Rhett and Brynlee once again! Thank you all for your patience with me when it looked like their storied ended much sooner and much more tragically. I hope it was worth the wait for the return to their happily ever after.So what's next? Well, there is one more book to complete this series which I'll be starting on soon. While Ryleigh will not be the heroine of this story, she will play a prominent role so you can see what happened to her after she finally accepted Liam's rejection. And who knows, maybe there will be a novella for her at some point. In addition to wrapping up the Glass Lake series, I will be working on an independent project as well that I hope to have ready around the holidays. I'm still working on character development for that book so more to come once that process is further along.Once again, thank you so much for taking this journey with me and sticking it out during the rough patches to the hard won HEA. You're the best!Much Love,Cara
BrynleeAfter my earth-shattering orgasm, Rhett’s on me almost before I can process, flipping me like I weigh nothing, pressing my cheek into the mattress with one hand at the nape of my neck. The restraints dig into my wrists, still tight behind my back, and I whimper from the sudden shift.“Stay,” he warns, and his body covers mine from head to toe, a blanket of heat and muscle. I feel him fumble with his jeans, the sound of a zipper loud in the hush, and then the blunt head of his cock is nudging against my slick entrance, already leaking, already impossibly hard.“Rhett—” I gasp, but it’s not a protest, not even close.He growls in answer, a primal, unrestrained sound, and pushes in with one slow, devastating thrust. He’s big—he always has been—but tonight, it’s like stretching around him for the first time. The burn is sharp, pleasure-bleeding-into-pain, and it rips a sob from my throat.“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts, voice strained. “Goddess, Bryn, you were made for me. Look a
BrynleeThe command in Rhett's voice sends familiar heat flooding through me, awakening responses I thought might be lost forever. For months, I've watched him carefully control his natural dominance, treating me like something fragile that might break.Tonight, I'm proving that I'm anything but fragile."Hands behind your back," he orders, his voice carrying the authority that once made me melt and still does. "Wrists crossed."I comply immediately, feeling the rightness of surrendering control to him settle into my bones. His hands are warm as he secures my wrists with silk restraints, the soft material a stark contrast to the steel in his voice. Every movement is deliberate, careful, designed to build anticipation while ensuring my comfort."Beautiful," he murmurs, his hands skimming down my sides. "Do you know how long I've wanted to see you like this again? How many nights I've dreamed of having my mate kneeling for me, wearing my collar, trusting me enough to let me take control
RhettThe house feels wonderfully quiet with Maya and Maverick spending the night at Finley's. One year old, and our son has already charmed his way into being spoiled rotten by his aunt and uncles. Maya, now six and in first grade, appointed herself his official protector for their sleepover adventure.I settle into my favorite chair with a book, but my mind keeps drifting instead of focusing on the pages. Hard to believe it's been a year since Maverick's birth, since that perfect moment when our family became complete.Maya thrives in school, proudly telling anyone who'll listen about her baby brother. The separation anxiety we worried about never materialized—she's confident in our family's stability in a way that speaks to complete healing. No lingering trauma from watching her mother disappear twice, just the secure knowledge that we always find our way back to each other.Brynlee has transformed her ordeal into purpose, working with Dr. Chen's organization to help other survivor
Rhett"What's his name?" Maya asks, apparently deciding that official introductions are required.Brynlee and I exchange glances, confirming the decision we made weeks ago."Maverick," I tell Maya. "Maverick Damian Bennett."Named for my father and grandfather, carrying on the family tradition, but mostly chosen because it felt right for the baby who represents our triumph over every force that tried to tear us apart."Hi, Maverick," Maya says solemnly. "I'm your big sister Maya, and I love you already."The simple declaration from our daughter to our son captures everything beautiful about family bonds that can't be manufactured or manipulated.The rest of the day passes in a blur of peaceful domesticity. Maya draws pictures of Maverick while he sleeps, Brynlee nurses him with the natural confidence of someone who trusts her instincts completely, and I marvel at how normal our extraordinary day feels.Perfectly normal. The greatest gift we could give our son—a family that functions w
Rhett The contractions start at three in the morning on a Tuesday in late spring, waking both of us from the deep sleep that's become possible since Brynlee stopped having nightmares completely."Rhett," she says calmly, her hand finding mine in the darkness. "I think it's time."It's time. The words I've been waiting to hear for weeks, the beginning of the moment when our son officially joins the family that's been preparing for his arrival."How far apart?" I ask, immediately shifting into the practical mode that's served us well through every crisis we've faced."About six minutes. They've been consistent for an hour."For an hour? She's been timing contractions while I slept, handling the early stages of labor with the quiet competence that's marked her complete recovery. All while shutting down the bond so her pain wouldn’t wake me. "Should we wake Maya?" I ask, checking the time and calculating how long we have before we need to leave for the hospital."Not yet. Let her sleep