Another tear rolled down my cheek. “I know.” Then I reached for her hand. “I’m so glad you are.”
Tears started rolling down her cheeks. “Me too.” She stepped back. “Are you ready?”
I nodded. She walked to the door, glanced back and said, “Try to take it all in. It goes by so fast.” I knew she was talking about the day, but so did life. Over before you knew it. She disappeared. There was another knock, and Brock stepped into the room.
Seeing my best friend in a black suit, the tie the color of the bluebells I held, nearly had me losing it. His hair was still too long, hanging over his eyes, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. He didn’t move from the door, studying me as I studied him. I knew what he was thinking, that it should have been us. It would always hurt, the life we thought we’d have, the dreams we thought we’d make. But he was here; he was in my life again. Different than what we’d wanted, but we were still connected…still family.
“I’m never going to fucking like him.” Brock’s voice was rough. “He’s living my dream with my girl.”
It took everything I had to keep from sobbing, breathing in and out. He walked to me, pulled me close. “But he loves you. He’ll always put himself between you and danger, and you love him.” He pressed a kiss on my forehead, looked down at me and grinned. “So, I might not like him, but I respect him.”
“From the moment I stepped into that fort...”
He smiled at the memory. “We were bound.”
I nodded, he wiped at my eyes. “You’ll always be the pepper to my salt,” I said.
His face went blank and then he tilted his head back and laughed out loud. The sound brought a fresh wave of tears because it had been so long since I heard him sound so carefree. “My best friend, always just a little left of center,” he teased, rubbing a strand of my hair between his fingers. “And I wouldn’t want her any other way.” He offered me his arm. “Are you ready?”
In answer, I slid my arm through his.
Cooper and Max were waiting at the back door. Just beyond my new vegetable garden, chairs were setup on the grass. Everyone we loved was there: Natalie and Liam, Killian’s parents, the deputies, Detective Donnelly, even Damian, Thea, Edie and Annabeth had made the trip. We stepped onto the deck and down the steps. Cisco and Lady, bluebells weaved through her mane, were off to the side. My eyes sought and found Killian. Standing by the minister, dressed in black, his tie the color of his eyes. It had been a long and hard road, but seeing him at the end of it…I’d go through it all again.
The music started, and my past walked me to my future.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
killian
He held her hands over her head, driving into her with hard, deep thrusts. She moaned, her legs tightened around him, her back ached as she moved into his rhythm. His mouth closed over hers, his tongue pushing between her lips. She moaned again; he caught it. Fingering her clit, her body writhed, she groaned, came on a scream that he swallowed. He kept up the pace, drawing out the pleasure, before he lifted her hips, driving into her harder and faster, until her pussy gripped his cock; he stilled and came on a growl. He cupped the back of her neck, her pussy still milking his cock, and kissed her again, deeper.
Seeing her coming down the aisle to him. The image was burned into his mind and his heart. He thought he knew love, but seeing her, walking to him, minutes from binding her life to his, fuck. He wasn’t one for tears, but he’d been damn close to losing a few.
He’d called in his marker, asked Brock to walk her down the aisle, because he knew how much that would mean to her. He was the only one who could. He hadn’t needed to call the marker because Brock wanted the honor. It was Killian’s way of welcoming him to the family. And fuck but he was getting sentimental.
His blue eyes found green ones. “Wife.”
He pulled his cock free and looked down at his bride, her legs spread wide, her pussy wet, her dress around her waist, the halter top down, and her breasts free. Fuck, he wanted a picture, so he pulled out his phone and took one. Her eyes went wide before they warmed, a mischievous smile curved her lips
“There are a few of you I want.”
He answered by kissing her again.
As soon as they said I do, he swept her off her feet, put her on Lady’s back, climbed on Cisco and rode off. The horses were grazing in the distance, the dogs were playing, and he had his bride, naked and under him. Best day of his life.
They had a houseful of guests; they’d need to head back soon, but he wanted the start of the rest of their lives to be memorable. Her soft eyes told him she had no arguments.
“I love you, Husband.”
“Not as much as I love you, Wife.”
Her head turned, she looked in the distance. “I wish we could stay here for the rest of the day.”
“We can,” he said, warming up to the idea.
She met his eyes. “We can’t, not today, but we have every day for the rest of our lives.”
Yeah, they did. He reached for the blanket to clean her, but she closed her legs. “Leave it. I want to feel you.”
His eyes went dark, possession whipped through him
