Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 90315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“Of course I’ll marry you, Gideon.”
He gently pushes the ring onto my finger, and then I’m in his arms and he’s carrying me inside, his mouth on my neck, nibbling that spot just under my ear that makes me lose control.
“I thought we were going to back to the farmhouse.”
“Later. I have to fuck my fiancée first.”
With a snort, I weave my fingers into his hair.
“It feels so good to be home,” I tell him as he lays me on our bed. “And not just for safe keeping this time.”
“No, baby, you’re here forever.”
Epilogue
Gideon
She wanted to wait until her mother was out of office to get married. And then she wanted it to be in the summertime, so we could do it in the field by the lake, with the mountains in the background, and flowers chosen from the property.
Which means I waited eighteen long fucking months to make her my wife.
But if it meant seeing this smile on her face, I’d do it again in every lifetime.
“You may kiss your bride.”
I wrap my arms around her and dip her back, kissing the fuck out of my new wife, and she smiles against me as everyone around us breaks out in applause.
“I love you, Mrs. James.”
“I love you too.”
With a smile on my face that feels like it’ll never go away, I link our fingers and walk her down the makeshift aisle that leads to the tent where the reception will be held, but I take a detour and sneak her off to the house.
“Gideon, we have people waiting for us.”
“They can wait five minutes.” I kiss her again and feel her melt against me. “Maybe ten.”
“No way. You’re not fucking me right before our reception.”
“Come on, it’s not official until it’s been consummated.”
She scoffs at that and then kisses my chin. “We consummated this morning.”
“Doesn’t count.”
There was no way that I was going to sleep at Ry’s place last night. I don’t give a shit about tradition.
I won’t ever sleep without my Rebel in my arms ever again.
“I can’t believe we found Debbie’s wedding dress in the attic,” she says, brushing her hands down the lace that hugs her body perfectly.
Debbie was the tiniest person I’d ever met in my life, so we had to have this altered for my girl.
And I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that my mom would be thrilled that Lena wanted to wear it.
“I feel like she’s here with me,” Lena says softly. “And I didn’t even know her.”
“She’d love you. My parents would have spoiled the shit out of you, Rebel.”
She chuckles and kisses my hand. “We need to go celebrate with everyone, Gideon. My parents look like being in the boonies is getting to them. I’ll let them escape in an hour.”
I laugh and decide to hold off on sinking inside my girl until later.
“I guess that works.”
“Also, I’m ready for the Secret Service to go,” she adds.
“They’re good guys, baby.”
“I know. But I love that we don’t need them anymore.”
We turn to walk back outside, but before we can get through the door, she stops.
“Gideon.”
“Yes, baby.”
“Are those kittens?”
My girl has wanted cats since she first got here, and I decided it was time to deliver.
“Oh my God,” she says before I can answer her. “I’m a mom!”
With a laugh, I watch as she picks the two sleeping babies up and kisses them both.
“Hello, babies. I’m your mommy now. Yes, I am.”
“Uh, Rebel? We have a party to get to.”
She gives them each a kiss and then follows me outside.
“I didn’t get you anything yet.”
I frown down at her. “You’re the present, Lena. Haven’t you figured that out by now? You’re all I need.”
“You’re swoony, Mr. James.”
Sweeping her up in my arms, I kiss her silly, and then I hear someone clearing their throat.
“Could you just not?”
I grin over at Aiden. “What do you want, kid?”
“They want to do family photos, and I was the lucky one who got to come tell you.” He shakes his head. “Come on. I think Lena’s parents are trying to leave.”
“Told you,” she says with a laugh.
I pat Aiden on the back, and we walk to where the photographer is already posing my family for photos by the lake.
“I feel them with us today,” Aiden says quietly. “I’ve felt them all day.”
“I know.” I pat him on the back. “We were just saying the same thing.”
“I felt them there when I won the Cup this year too. It’s like they’re just hanging out with us, here for all the big stuff.”
“They wouldn’t miss it, kid. They wouldn’t miss any of it.”
“I hope it never goes away.” He stops and looks around at the mountains, at our family. “Because someday, it’ll be me out here, and I’m going to need them too.”
“They’ll be here. We’ll all be here. Because this is home.”