With every mile we ride away from Thunder Rock, I feel lighter. I’ve had so much shit thrown at me, so much pain in the last weeks. But this isn’t that. This is freedom and happiness. This is me taking control of my own life, taking control of my future.
Maybe it’s a mistake to marry Trent this way. I know my cousin would think so. Maybe I’m taking this leap without even thinking about the repercussions. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. But I shake all those thoughts away, and the one that comes forward is the only one that matters.
I love Trent Fairfax.
Every single part of him—the good, the bad, and the wild
EPILOGUE
CIDNEY
THREE DAYS LATER
“You’re what?”Aunt Mae shouts into the phone.
I laugh, but only slightly. She’s shocked, but I am holding my breath, waiting for it to turn into anger. But it doesn’t. Sucking in a breath, I hold it as I wait for her to continue. To my very much surprise, she doesn’t scold me.
“I can’t believe this. Oh, Cidney, who is the boy?”
Looking over my shoulder, I see him standing a few feet away. He’s in his boxer briefs and nothing else, a sight that I don’t think I could ever get used to seeing. He’s so tall and strong, so massively built. My body craves him so badly. It’s been hell sleeping beside him without his hands sliding all over my body.
Then I giggle, because my aunt Mae just called Trent a boy. “It’s Trent,” I say. When she doesn’t respond, I realize sheprobably doesn’t know his real name. “Goose, from the club,” I clarify.
Another moment of silence, but this time, she lets out a squeal of excitement. “Oh, he’s a good boy. He and his brother. Both good boys. I know Justin was against you dating within the club, but you made a good, solid choice, honey.”
“I’m glad you think so, since it’s until death do us part,” I whisper.
Trent looks over at me on the phone, his lips curving up into a smile. He gives me a wink, then jerks his chin before he walks back into the bedroom. We’re getting ready to leave for home, but I had to tell my aunt. She’s the only motherly figure I’ve ever had.
“And we’ll have a reception at the clubhouse to celebrate. Let me plan it.”
“I could never ask that,” I whisper.
“You didn’t. I offered. Your parents did not do right by you, Cidney. And in the end, neither did we. Justin tried his best to help you, but I should have stepped up. We should have stepped in and taken you as our own. I don’t know if it was because of fear, because we were being selfish, because we thought we could do it from a distance, but it doesn’t matter. We were in the wrong. Let us do something right for a change.”
Tears fill my eyes before they slide down my cheeks. I wipe them away. Her words are a balm that I didn’t know I needed, but at the same time, they are not necessary.
“It wasn’t your responsibility, Aunt Mae. It never was, but that means a lot to me. Without all of you, I don’t know where and who I would be. I love all of you so much. So damn much.”
“We’ll have a party in a month.”
We chat a bit before she ends the call. Turning, I look over at Trent. My lips automatically curve into a smile. This man. He isabsolutely stunning. He’s wearing jeans now, but still no shirt. I so wish I could be with him in every way I want to be with him.
His eyes find mine, and I feel his heat burning me.
Consuming me.
Standing, I move toward him. One step in front of the other until I close the distance between us. I place my palm on the center of his chest as I tilt my head back slightly so I can look up into his eyes.
I’m sorry.
I think the words, but they don’t come out.
“When you’re ready, Cidney… wife.”
God, I love it when he calls me that. I smile at him. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Trent.”
His palm cups my cheek before his thumb slides across my bottom lip. He lowers his face, his lips touching mine. He doesn’t deepen the kiss. Instead, he speaks against my mouth.
