“Hana,” I whispered, cradling her skull gently.
She popped off, and I bit my lip to stifle the groan. She took my hand and tugged me onto the bed where she made short work of our remaining clothes. I slid my hands up her supple back, enjoying her curves, while she crawled over, positioned herself above me, and sheathed herself on my hard dick.
“Gah! Hana! That feelsfantastic!”
My hands settled on her hips—as much to ground myself as her. She placed her palms on my pecs and raised herself a few inches before settling back down. Over and over she went, riding us both toward that bliss. I lifted my legs to cradle her butt and give myself more leverage to meet her downstroke.
Soon we were a sweaty, sticky mess of limbs and moans. Hana’s sweet gasps drove me harder, and my thighs trembled with my imminent release. My balls drew up, and I powered into her again and again, even as I reached over and rubbed her clit with my thumb.
She bowed back, mouth open, a silent scream, as she shuddered and milked my turgid shaft. I plowed into her once, twice, before my semen boiled out of my balls and up my erection, into Hana’s welcoming body.
We lay together, her head on my chest, my hands spanning her shoulders and cradling her head. I stared up at the ceiling, unseeing, desperate to catch my breath.
When her cheek bunched, I smiled, loving that she was smiling against my skin, loving that we were still connected. Loving her.
“I’ve always loved you,” I murmured.
“I know.”
“I always will.”
She smiled again and turned her head to kiss me. “I know.”
I lifted my head and peered down at her. “You got anything else to say to that?”
She nodded. Settling her chin on her stacked hands, she said, “I think we should get married next month.”
I grinned so hard my face ached, but it was a small price to pay for this level of happiness. “A June wedding, huh?”
“Yep. I always wanted to be that cliché.”
“You’ll be the most beautiful June bride ever. Let’s do it.”
“Cool. Well, that’s settled.” She shifted her hips and raised her eyebrows. “Think we can go again.”
I rolled us, still joined, until I was over her. I pressed my still semi-hard dick back into her welcoming warmth. “Baby, I keep telling you: anything for you.”
Chapter26
Hana
My wedding wasn’t anything like I’d expected it to be. One, it was raining and about twenty degrees cooler than it had been the day before, thanks to a massive tropical depression that had turned inward, hitting Houston dead-on. Two, I was surrounded by a million different women and babies, all of whom were part of our wedding party, because Paxton and I couldn’t decide who to include or not. Thus, we’d asked all of our friends to stand with us.
At least I no longer became anxious in the rain. Nope. Houston’s thunderstorms had cured me of that. Fine, it was more Paxton’s cuddling during the storms that had dissipated my concerns. These days I looked forward to the weather because I knew what was coming, and that the storm would pass with me boneless and so well-pleasured I couldn’t help but remain relaxed.
Three, we were getting married at the arena, which hadn’t been our first choice. We’d had to switch over to it last night because our initial venue at the Johnson Space Center was surrounded by a six-inch pond. That’s why building on a swamp wasn’t always the best idea. But the arena could accommodate our short timeline and the entirety of the Wildcatters organization, so now it was perfect.
And, four, Paxton’s dad had begged to walk me down the aisle—on his knees, hands clasped, the whole nine.
That had been out of character for Sawyer, but he wasn’t the man he’d been even a few weeks ago. He’d gone to see Aiki in prison, and he’d said he planned to set up a monthly visitation schedule. He’d also said hewasn’tplanning to contest Rosemary’s divorce.
All of that had showed Paxton and me that he finally understood he’d been wrong. He had a long way to go to regain our trust, and I wasn’t sure he could do it, but this situation had taught me to be thankful for the people in my life. That included my brother’s and soon-to-be-husband’s father.
Sawyer was currently tapping his foot and shifting in his suit. “They’re expecting all of you in three minutes,” he said.
“We’ll be ready. Plus, even if we’re a couple of minutes late, Pax knows I’m marrying him today,” I said, unperturbed by the chaos swirling around us.
“How are they going to corral all those kids?”
