And I need to thank him until my voice gives out.
Tate returned to me. Us. After the tour. And now.
She came back to me and Molly where I desperately wanted her to be, and where my father could see she belonged.
“Besides, you’re not a guest,” I inform her.
“Oh God. I wasn’t even invited. I’m a wedding crasher!” She squeaks and it’s adorable.
I chuckle and her eyes narrow playfully.
“It’s not funny. There are members of your family here that I haven’t met before, and now they’ll have a bad impression of me.”
I kiss her neck, savoring the scent of her that surrounds me.
“You’re not a wedding crasher, Tate. You’re one of us.”
“What?”
“Family,” I state. “You’re family now. You don’t just get me and Molly; you have to take us all. But there’s no going back.” I flex my dick inside her making her body clench around me. “We’ve consummated your return. You’re mine now.”
She chews her lip, her eyes sparkling.
“Hmm, I like the sound of that. I always wanted a bigger family. And lots of babies.”
I groan and kiss her.
She winks at me and I’m a fucking goner for her all over again.
“Beauforts stick together,” she muses.
“We do, Baby.”
I’m already growing hard inside her again at her mention of babies. The idea of Tate with a baby bump, growing a little brother or sister for Molly is like a shot of adrenaline to my dick.
“But if any of my family think they’re getting even a second of your time tonight, then they’re mistaken.”
I kiss her again.
“Because now…” I start pumping my hips, sliding in and out of her, nice and slow and deep. “Now I’m about to make love to the woman I’m crazy about.”
Her eyes mist.
“I love you, Tate,” I breathe.
“I love you too, she whispers, pulling me into a tender kiss that has my heart swelling.
Our hands entwine, fingers wrapped together as we move in harmony.
Like a perfect song.
One I’ll be playing on repeat.
Always.
EPILOGUE
TATE
