My Rex. Always pushing the limits.
“Yes, Rex Roberts. I love you, too, and I will marry you.”
His smile is contagious. He makes me feel like I’m the only girl in the world, and he can’t see anyone else but me. Just like Belle told me all those years ago. It’s a look I finally realize has been in his eyes all along. Coming to his feet, he grabs my hand, drops the mic to the floor, and takes a moment for the two of us as people cheer throughout the club.
“Promise me you’ll always be mine?” he whispers. “Promise me, forever, and I promise I’ll never hurt you again, Gwen. You are my past, my present, and my future. You’re all I could ever want or need, and so much more. I love you, and damn it if I won’t spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I love you.”
My tears fall as I take his face in my hands. “I love you, too,” I whisper. “Til death do us part, I promise.”
He takes my left hand from his face and smiles. Grabbing into his pocket, the light catches the ring before it reaches my hand. Sliding it onto my finger, he kisses the top of my nose before grabbing me around the waist and swaying me around the dance floor.
“That’s it, Roberts?” I joke. “Aren’t you supposed to whisk me away and make love to me now or something?”
He smiles down at me and winks. “Oh, trust me, I promise I’ll fuck you thoroughly later. But right now, I’m showing the whole world around us you’re mine. Something I should have done a long time ago. And damn it if it doesn’t feel so fucking right after all this time.”
I laugh in his arms before he twirls me out of his grasp. Grabbing me close, he holds me tight as I look over his shoulder, and the song comes to an end.
“Je vois la vie en rose,” he whispers in my ear, and I hold him a little tighter.
He’s right. Sometimes, everything is better when you look at life through rose-colored glasses.
Epilogue
Gwen
The sounds through the monitor wake me. Rolling onto my side, I listen as Rex hums a lullaby to our baby girl. Belle Rose Roberts. At six months old, she has her father wrapped around her finger, and both of us are head over heels in love with her.
After New Orleans, I turned down the promotion my boss offered and left the company. Starting up a new marketing firm in Tennessee, Rex and I moved to Knoxville right after our wedding. A country wedding, in a field, with all our family and friends there, and I know Belle was smiling down on us from heaven.
I hear the humming stop over the monitor and hear Rex lower Belle into her crib. The squeaky floor gives his footsteps away as he makes his way back to our room. The move to Knoxville and turning down the promotion I always thought I wanted actually made me happier than I ever thought it could.
Not only was Eva only two and a half hours away, but now that she and Noah were expecting their first baby in the fall, I felt blessed our children would be able to grow up around each other. Starting my own company, I’m now making more money than I would have ever made in my old job, and I’m the boss.
Rex enters the room and sees me awake in bed. He glances at the time, and I do the same. His smile gives him away before he even has to say anything.
“Mrs. Roberts, I didn’t expect to find you awake,” he smirks as he walks toward the bed. “But now that you are, I think we should have that talk you said we needed to have earlier.”
“I said we needed it?” I tease. “If I remember, it was you begging me.”
He climbs up on the bed and lays on top of me. The weight of his body against my own and the feeling of his instant arousal makes my thoughts cloud.
“Always,” he smirks at me. “I’ll always want you. Always beg you.” Balling up my nightgown in his fist, he raises it and my breasts fall free. Taking a nipple in his hot mouth, he sucks down hard before gently biting it between his teeth. My hips buck against him and he growls against my skin. “What is it that you want, Mrs. Roberts?”
“You know what I want, Mr. Roberts,” I purr as he lowers a hand and rubs my opening through the comforter of our bed. Pulling away, he grabs the fabric and frees me from underneath. Good thing for him, I didn’t wear any panties to bed.
He groans when he notices, before lowering his head to my heat. I spread my legs and allow him access to do as he pleases. The sounds of his mouth on my wet center fill the room as I fight back the loud moans that wish to escape my lips. Kissing up my stomach, he rises to my face and whispers for me to be quiet.
“You know I love to hear you scream, sweetheart, but right now I want to enjoy you without any interruptions.” He gestures towards the monitor at my side and I smile.
“You enjoyed me plenty just a few hours ago,” I tease.
“I didn’t get enough,” he says, positioning himself between my legs. “Fuck, I’ll never get enough.”
With one quick thrust, he enters me and starts to pound out a punishing rhythm. He pulls back and watches as his hard length enters my sex slowly, and we both hiss out with pleasure. Soon, my insides clench hard around him. He looks up and stares into my eyes.
“I want you like this always,” he pants, as he braces himself with one hand on the headboard and thrusts relentlessly inside me. “Spread out for me, waiting for me to take you. Because fuck if I’m not going to make love to you every damn day for the rest of our lives, Gwen.” He stares back down at his cock thrusting inside me and I almost lose control. Almost climax right now. His hand comes up to cover my mouth as my screams fill the room.
He takes his thumb and rubs my clit, sending my nerves over the top. My hips buck up as I find myself close to orgasm. I stare into his eyes and bite down on his finger as I feel myself grow wetter the more he thrusts himself inside me.
