Unintelligible shouts fill our room as lights dance across my vision and pleasure renders me dumb. Mira’s body trembles and convulses beneath me, still rippling with pleasure as she rides out her orgasm. I thrust into her twice more before my body goes rigid and I still, cock pulsing as I fill her up.
For precious moments, nothing exists outside of Mira and me. No sounds hit my ears, except for our ragged breathing and gasps. I feel nothing besides the soft, sweat-slicked skin of the woman I love and the wet heat of her center as I begin to soften inside of her. There are no worries, no games to win, no futures to figure out. Just me and Mira, connected in all ways, lost in each other.
It’s perfect.
“I love you,” I whisper, pressing my face into her hair and kissing her temple.
“I love you too.”
Easing out of her, I drag my wife down onto the bed and into my arms. Showers can wait. Right now, I need to hold Mira. And I suspect she needs to be held just as much.
“Thank you,” she says. Her tone is gentle and a little reverent.
I shiver when she reaches up to cup my jaw. “For what?”
“For never giving up on me. For fighting for me and refusing to walk away.”
“I’ll always fight for you,” I tell her honestly. “And there’s nothing you could do that would make me walk away. You’re it for me, sunshine. You’re my family. My home. There’s no getting rid of me now.”
Mira’s laughter warms my chest. It burrows in deep, wrapping around my heart and filling me so full I could burst. She’s so beautiful like this. Raw, unfiltered, and glowing. And so, so happy.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but you’re my home too. You’re everything I ever wanted and so much more I didn’t know I needed.”
Light from the bedside lamp refracts off the diamond on her finger. A promise and a reminder that we’re end game.
“Love you always,” she whispers.
Tightening my arms around her, I feel the rightness of her vow and offer her one of my own.
“Love you forever.”
epilogue
AUGUST
MIRA
“You look so beautiful.”My mom, Camila, clasps her hands over her heart as she stares at my reflection in the full-length mirror before me. “I can’t believe both of my babies are getting married in one summer.”
My mom’s brown eyes—almost the same shade as Maddy’s—sparkle with unshed tears as I turn to her. She looks lovely and elegant with her dark hair pulled back in a loose chignon, a stylish lilac dress hugging each of her curves.
“Mom, you’re going to ruin your makeup,” I say. But my chastisement lacks any real conviction since my own voice cracks. I fan my face. I will not ruin the exquisite job the makeup artist did.
“Oh, sweetheart.” As Mom pulls me into a hug, I’m transported back to all the times she’s held me just like this. Times of celebration, of pain, uncertainty, and hope. She’s always been the constant in my life. She and Maddox.
Now, I have a third constant. My husband. The man I’m marrying again in less than fifteen minutes.
It’s not a legally binding ceremony—the wedding in Vegas was very real and very legal—but it’s a chance to exchange our vows the way we should have in the first place. Sober, and in front of all the people we love most in the world.
Maddox and Isla were married last month. The Rogues won the Western Conference Quarterfinals and advanced through the playoffs but ultimately fell short of making it to the finals and a bid for the Cup. The guys were obviously disappointed, but not going all the way meant Maddox and Griffin had more time to help Isla and me plan our respective weddings in a very tight timeframe.
A knock on the door has my mom pulling away and dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
I squeeze her hand and call, “Come in!”
A familiar head of dark hair peeks around the door. My brother used to be a perennial grump, but ever since he found Isla, he’s been softer. Happier. And now that they’re married, the man never stops smiling.
“Mi-Mi. You look…” He steps into the room and runs a hand along his jaw as he takes me in. “You look beautiful.”
