Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“You’re so hard,” I breathed.
“For you,” he growled. “So hard for you.”
I lifted up onto my knees, then settled back down, groaning at the fullness.
“God, I feel like I can taste you.” I cupped my breasts as I slowly worked myself up and down on top of him.
Not fast.
If I went too fast, my knees would get splinters.
But fast enough that I was getting there really damn quick.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful it’s hard to breathe sometimes.” He covered my belly with both hands, fingers spanning my ribcage.
I let my breasts go and cupped his face in my hands. “How do you feel about a fall wedding?”
“How do you feel about going to the courthouse tomorrow?” he asked, his green eyes intense.
I snickered. “I want my dad to walk me down the aisle.”
“He can walk you down the aisle into the judge’s chambers,” he teased.
I snickered. “Three months. That’s not too long.”
He sighed and pulled me in for a kiss. “Three months isn’t that bad, I guess.”
“Long enough for me to plan a wedding fit for a motorcycle club.”
He squeezed my ribs, then slammed me down hard, taking my breath from me.
I let my head fall back as I chased the orgasm that was building.
Lost in the feeling of Audric, I wasn’t prepared for the explosion to rock me quite so completely.
The breath left me as my orgasm took me over.
My back bowed even more, and not even my knees digging uncomfortably into the wood at his hips was enough to deter me from moving faster.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered on a strangled breath.
I face-planted into his chest, and he groaned into my hair.
“I just want forever with you. If you want it tomorrow or three months from now, I’ll be happy to oblige,” he murmured.
I smiled against his chest.
“I’ll talk to my dad. You talk to yours. Then maybe we can just get married at the beach. Use this time off wisely,” I offered.
His hands squeezed on my ass. “Perfect.”
Epilogue
Hope we didn’t need that.
—Audric vacuuming
AUDRIC
My breath hitched as I watched her walk down the aisle to me.
Her dad held her arm as he guided her through the wet sand to where I stood in the surf.
My pants were wet from knee down, the tide having risen in the twenty minutes I’d been outside waiting for her to appear.
It was just us. Her dad and mine.
And it was magical.
The wind blew her curly hair every which way—mostly into her eyes—and she could do nothing but laugh as she walked toward me.
When her feet hit the water, Week relinquished her to me with a, “Watch out for my baby, Audric. She means the world to me.”
I nodded seriously. “She means the world to me, too. I’ll never let her go, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure she’s happy.”
He winked and let her go, and I pulled her to me, grinning when she squeaked at the temperature of the water.
“Cold.” She fake shivered.
I ran my fingers up her arms, causing goosebumps to follow the trail. “Ready to get married, baby?”
“As ready as ever.” She turned to Keanu. “Let’s get started, Pastor Keanu.”
He flashed her a grin. “Who gives this woman away today?”
“I do,” Week declared from a few feet away.
The wedding was everything I ever wanted it to be.
On the beach, in my favorite place in the world.
My dad and hers at our backs, the rest of the crew watching from farther up the beach so they didn’t accidentally step into any pictures.
And the sunset at our backs.
“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
I kissed her.
I made a few promises while I did, too.
I would spend my life making sure she was happy.
I would break every bone in my back providing for her.
I would give her all the babies she asked for.
I would give her a home that she could be proud of.
She pulled away, and her eyes were lit with an inner fire.
“One last thing,” she breathed.
“What’s that?” I smoothed her hair off her face.
“How do you feel about having our baby in Hawaii?”
Seven and a half months later, we welcomed two babies into the world.
Two girls. Identical girls.
Both of them with my green eyes and their mother’s curly hair.
“I’ve never seen so much damn hair on a baby before,” Week murmured.
“Agreed,” Dad said as he looked down at our other little girl in Telly’s arms. “What are their names?”
I looked over at Creole with a smile before saying, “The one that Telly has is named Joy. Joy Laney Ingram. The one that Week has is named Audi Grace.”
Week’s smile was soft. “Joy used to love calling you Audi.”
“She did,” I agreed.
That had been where I’d gotten the nickname Audi, after all.
Once Joy had called me that one single time, it’d stuck.