“Do it, Jax. Fill me with your cum. Mark me and make me yours.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice as I increased my pace.
Tanner started pushing back against each thrust until he was shaking beneath me. When I knew he’d come, I finally let go with a roar that would probably be heard downstairs.
I collapsed against him. My eyes closed as my senses returned.
“Hmm, you fuck so well,” Tan said in a cum-drunk haze.
I grabbed the towel and pulled it from under him, using it to clean us as best I could before working us under the covers.
Tanner cuddled against me, resting his head on my shoulder.
“I’m sure I’m going to wake up in the morning and this will all be a dream.”
“Impossible because I’m having the same dream, and it’s better than anything I could have ever imagined.”
He took my hand and ran his fingers over mine. “I guess we should probably get some rings, huh?”
“And maybe tell our parents.”
“Fuck, I hadn’t thought of that.”
I kissed the top of his wet hair. “We still need to take a shower.”
“Hmm, maybe in a bit. Let me enjoy my husband’s super sexy chest, okay?”
I chuckled. “No complaints from me there.”
There was nothing but silence and lazy exploring hands for a while.
“Hey, Jax, who do you think will be the baby’s favorite uncle?”
“Me, duh.”
He looked up, raising his brows. “You can tell them all the gory medical stories, but I can help them make the best cocktails in the city.”
I laughed. “Somehow, I think it’ll be a while until either of those can be an option.”
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy. It’s almost scary. I’ve also never wanted to hug my partner’s ex so much. I’m going to create a shrine in Trent’s honor.”
“You shall do no such thing.”
“Hmm…” Tanner went so quiet I thought he’d fallen asleep until, “I’ll do one for your abs then.”
Epologue
TANNER
5 Years Later
Jax winked at me from across the aisle as the string quartet started playingAve Mariaby Bach. I knew what the piece of music was because I’d heard it a million times when Jodie couldn’t make up her mind.
A lump formed in my throat, and I forced myself to look at the bride.
Jodie looked like an angel, and my new favorite girl and all-time best friend, Lily, led the bride in her white dress, sparkly pumps, and dark curly hair.
I glanced at Matt beside me and put a clean handkerchief in his hand. Who knew my former bartender was a crier?
