Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Hudson understood but it still annoyed him and he wasn’t good at hiding his impatience for the next sixteen months.
Turning to look up at my brother as the entrance song started up beyond the double doors, I squeezed his arm. “You look nervous. You know you’re doing the right thing.”
Killian stared down at me. To the outside world his expression seemed remote. But I saw a million emotions in the dark brown eyes so like my own. “I know,” he said, his voice low, hoarse. “I’d have kidnapped you and taken you back to Glasgow by now if I didn’t know that.” He covered my beautifully manicured hand resting on his arm. “No one deserves you, kid. No one. But Hudson comes pretty damn close. That’ll just have to do for me.”
I smiled through happy tears. “I love you, big brother.”
Watching him fight emotion, he nodded, his reply gruff, “Love you more.”
The doors swung open slowly, revealing the dining room now turned into a ceremony room. We hadn’t invited tons of guests, just friends and family from Copper Cliffs and a few from back home in Glasgow.
Every third chair on either side of the aisle was decorated with a white candle in a modern, square lantern. They echoed the simplicity of the rest of the décor. Soft, elegant, and earthy. At the top of the aisle I saw the officiant and Skylar and Catie in different bridesmaid gowns in the same color of cobalt blue to match Hudson’s eyes. Their dresses also matched the groom’s and his best man’s bow ties.
Hudson’s brother, Jake, stood at his side but my eyes only flickered to him before they moved back to my husband-to-be.
I would never forget the way he looked in his tux, not just because he was sexy as heck, but because of the expression in his eyes as he wore it watching my brother walk me down the aisle toward him.
A few years ago I’d witnessed my brother fall in love with Skylar Finch and, as happy as I was for them both, I’d felt sad for myself because I never believed I’d find a man who looked at me the way Killian looked at Skylar.
But Fate had smiled on me when I decided to go on the last trip I’d ever thought I’d take—a skiing trip!
Wearing a pair of skis, I’d knocked Hudson on his arse, literally, and only a few hours later, in his words, I’d done it wearing a pair of sky-high heels, only this time it was figuratively. Emotionally.
Hudson didn’t look at me like Killian looked at Skylar. He couldn’t. Their love was theirs, ours was ours. He looked at me in a different way but it made me feel how I hoped Skylar felt when Killian looked at her.
It made me feel like the only woman in the world worth looking at.
It made me feel like I was Hudson’s entire world.
It made me feel that way because I was his entire world.
And he was mine.
Killian had barely brought us to the bottom of the aisle when Hudson stepped forward to impatiently claim me. My brother rolled his eyes but released me to take his seat, and I laughed softly as Hudson pulled me into him.
I had to hold my bouquet out to Skylar without turning to her because Hudson wouldn’t let me go. And as we said our vows in front of our friends and family in the room I’d walked into all those months ago, catching Hudson’s heart without even saying a word, I knew he never would.
“Hudson, where are we going?” I laughed as I practically had to run to keep up with him, the skirt of my wedding dress clutched tightly in my free hand.
He didn’t answer.
“Hudson? We have photos to take and guests to keep entertained while they turn the ceremony room back into a dining room!”
Suddenly he stopped, catching me against him as I stumbled in my blue Jimmy Choos. “Hudson!”
He flashed me a wicked grin and swiped a room key over the door we’d stopped in front of.
It was my old suite. The suite we’d booked for our wedding night.
“Hudson, no!” But it was too late.
I found myself hauled into the room, and the door slammed shut behind us. He clasped me to him and kissed the life out of me as I tried to offer protest. It was a feeble attempt and he knew it as he pushed me up against the wall and fumbled under my skirts.
“We can’t do this. This is for later,” I moaned between kisses. “Guests, Hudson.”
“Angel, you want me sporting wood in our wedding photos?”
“Negatory.”
“That’s what I thought,” he mumbled, pressing kisses down my neck as he peeled my knickers down under my dress. “And the only way to solve that problem is to fuck my wife.” He growled after he said that. “My wife. Jesus, that sounds good.”