“I pictured you.” His heart swelled with love. “We were walking through a field of sunflowers, and you told me everything was going to be alright.”
“I willalwayscome for you. Protect you. Cherish you.”
“My fierce protector.” Her pretty honeycomb eyes searched his face. “How did I get so lucky?”
“I’m the lucky one, Sunflower.” He laid a hand against her face while his other stayed pressed against her beating heart. “You showed me what it feels like to love and be loved. Until you, I thought I was destined to die alone in my recliner, grouchy and miserable. But you brought hope and sunshine back into my life. Thank you for that. Thank youso damn much.”
The smile she gave him lit his soul.
“I’m going to plant you a whole field of sunflowers,” he promised.
“Just love me, Jayson.” She turned her face into his palm and kissed it.
“Always,” he swore, capturing her mouth in a long, passionate kiss that left them both gasping in the steamy air.
As much as he wanted to scoop her up and get busy beneath the showerhead, he knew they should save it until they got out. The dad in him didn’t want to soak their fresh bandages. Besides, they had a huge king-size bed waiting for them to destroy. And he planned to absolutely wreck it with her.
But that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy their shower together. They soaped up with washcloths and carefully wiped away all the dirt and dried blood from each other. There were quite a few places that didn’t hurt, and they made sure to stroke and rub those spots until they were squeaky clean.
After spending an inordinate amount of time with his hand between Sabrina’s legs, fingering her into a full, body-shuddering orgasm, she screamed his name and collapsed in his arms. So limp and boneless, he pulled back in concern.
“Okay?”
Trembles rocked through her frame. “I think I just blacked out. My soul literally left my body. I saw the light at the end of the tunnel and met my ancestors.”
He chuckled, lifting her into his arms, and carried her dripping, satiated body into the bedroom. “I’m not done with you or your ancestors,” he promised huskily.
Very carefully, he laid her out on the bed then came down, covering her with his heat. And there was no doubt about it—he was hotter than a furnace for her. So fucking hard and eager to slip inside her. To feel her pussy tighten and spasm around him until they both lost every last shred of control.
Reaching for the condom he’d left on the bed, he quickly rolled it on and settled back down between her luscious thighs.
“Please,” she murmured, writhing beneath him. “Fill me up, Jayson.”
He notched the wide head of his cock at her slick entrance then slammed home. She arched up with a moan, meeting his thrusts. Their skin, wet from the shower, made their bodies slide and glide. So sexy. Caught in a raw and relentless rhythm, he grazed her neck with his teeth. Marking her. Desperate to make her come again, to feel her melt beneath him in pleasure, he reached down and rubbed her clit with firm circles.
“Ohhhh…” Her legs wrapped around him and her inner muscles squeezed hard.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sabrina,” he rasped. He would make her body rise and fall like the fucking Roman Empire. “Now, come for me.”
She gasped his name then splintered with a cry.
“Good, good girl.” He kissed her deeply as her pussy spasmed around his cock. Adjusting her hips, he sank deeper and began to move faster. Harder. His powerful orgasm nearly knocked him senseless, and he came with a deep groan, stiffening above her in ecstasy as he emptied every last drop.
Collapsing, but catching his weight on his forearms, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her neck. “I love you…” The words came out rough. So earnest. He dragged his stubbledcheek against her silky one. Meeting her pretty eyes, seeing how his words made them light up, he kissed her hard, still buried deep inside her. He was home.
When they finally broke apart, breathing heavily, she touched his face. “I love you, too.”
A couple in love and in Las Vegas could lead to any number of things. Way too much fun. Drunken mistakes. Regrets. Affairs. Unbelievable moments. Sometimes, even marriage.
Jayson and Sabrina decided their Vegas memories would include the latter.
A few minutes before midnight, surrounded by the Motley Crew—with their significant others, Emma and Brett on video calls—Jayson and Sabrina exchanged vows in the hotel’s wedding chapel. Standing beneath an arch woven with fake white roses and satin ribbons, they promised to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives. Simple and sweet. Him wearing a plaid shirt and worn denim and her in leggings and wrapped up in his warm cardigan. Because, of course, it had been in his go bag, and she was stealing it.
Sabrina wisely decided to tell her father later. She wasn’t exactly sure how Special Agent in Charge Daniel Ross would feel about their spur of the moment decision, so she figured it would be best to cross that bridge later.
After making love earlier, they’d talked about their future. And it all led to the same place—them living together in Cielo Springsand loving each other fiercely. Sabrina had no problem leaving her job and D.C. behind. She’d miss her dad, but they could talk every single day and visit several times a year.
The one thing she knew for sure? Jayson belonged to her, and she belonged to him.
