But she was here with me.
As planned, the following weekend we said I do. There was no way, especially after everything that had transpired, we were putting it off or wasting another minute of our lives.
Our friends were not bent out of shape that they couldn't all be there, but they did have a party planned for two weeks after when everyone could be in attendance. That they wouldn’t budge on and we had agreed.
As for the ceremony, it had only been Lake, Bronson, Stormi, and baby Forrest, along with my mom, Lennon, and Bre.
Oh, and I couldn’t forget Kace and Gyth. Their ladies let them come alone to marry us off at our home, standing next to the lake. Those two were so damn competitive, we couldn’t pick just one. And they didn’t disappoint in the laughter department.
It had been absolutely perfect.
Just like my wife.
Lennon, Bre, and the dog were having a sleepover with my mom. The kids were slowly getting into the grandma thing and it was awesome.
It was our wedding night and my wife had gone all out. I will never forget our first time and her white cotton panties and bra, but when she walked out in a deep purple, lace negligee, I knew both visions would be burned into my brain forever.
Hovering over her, I looked deep into my wife's eyes.
River Valorie Taylor.
She finally had a name she loved. When my mom heard about her never even being given a middle name, she told her if she wanted to take hers, she would love it. My girl hugged my mom, tears pouring down her cheeks. I didn’t think they’d ever let go of each other.
“I love you so much,” I whispered.
Her violet eyes sparkled. “Show me,” she said.
You bet this time I was going to do as she asked.
“Lean up.”
When she did as I asked, I swept her nightie over her head and a groan rumbled in my chest at her naked body underneath.
Her eyes darkened with desire to almost the dark purpleof the garment I’d just tossed on the floor as she laid back and I came back down over her.
“Show me,” she said again.
My hand slid down to her core, finding her already wet for me.
“It would be my pleasure, wife.”
EPILOGUE
River
Timefor another lesson the ladies taught me.
With a little help from the manuals—aka romance books.
My eyes greedily took in every inch of my husband’s drool-worthy body as he stepped out of the bathroom and into our bedroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist.
Droplets of water still clung to his tan, toned chest and I thought how lucky I was to have my very own,in-the-flesh, hot fireman that some only read about in books.
He was definitely myhero.
And my savior.
Not only was he what I would call the sexiest man alive, my husband was the most caring, sweetest man on the planet, if you asked me.
