Kinsley snorts and Royce frowns. “For her, Roy, not for me.”
“And how is my bride?” I ask quietly, pulling Kat into me so I can whisper in her ear.
“I was sure you’d start calling meyour wifeas soon as we said I do.”
“That’ll come when we get home.” A little shiver races over her skin and she wiggles against me, forcing me to swallow my groan as I harden against her.
“Looking forward to it.”
“Careful, Kitten, or I’ll throw you over my shoulder right here and take you back to the honeymoon suite.”
“I have rather fond memories of the last time you did that…”
“Hey, quit pawing at my sister,” Colt whines as he joins our little group, Roan and Garrett North on his heels.
Roan snickers but Garrett is oblivious, his eyes locked on Emerson, his gaze heated as he looks her up and down. She returns his interest tenfold, the two of them engaged in some unspoken negotiation.
Poor guy has no idea who he’s dealing with.
Emerson Andrews may look sweet, but there’s a hell of a lot more than just sweet to her, and I just hope for his sake he realizes that.
“I happen to like my husband pawingat me,” Kat teases and Colt pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Technically,” Roan starts, earning a death glare from his friend, “you made this happen. And honestly, look how happy she is.”
Roan is really hamming it up for Colt’s sake, but I can’t deny how good it feels when Kat lays her head back on my shoulder.
“Remind me to give you a raise when we get home,” Kat coos at him. Colt looks annoyed and shoves Roan into Garrett, thetwo of them stumbling toward Bailey and Emerson. And while Roan is able to right himself quickly, Garrett all but tackles Emerson, barely finding his footing before they hit the ground.
She laughs, her arm remaining around his waist while her other hand lays on his chest, and he doesn’t seem to mind.
Oh, this is good.
I can’t wait for her father to catch wind of this.
Last I knew, Cullen and Gwen had commandeered him to one of the other pools with Isla, Hank, and the triplets.
Looks like Vegas is working out for everyone.
“What do you think about heading back to the room before dinner?” Kat murmurs, pushing her sunglasses onto the top of her head as she looks over her shoulder at me. “I think I could use a nap.”
Eyebrows raised and a seductive grin on her lips, there’s no mistaking what kind of nap she wants.
And I’m only too happy to oblige.
Today, and every day after, for the rest of our lives.
EPILOGUE
KAT
“What do you think of this one?” I ask for the fiftieth time as I sort through pictures of our wedding. All I wanted was to pick a few to enlarge and frame, but three hours later I’m no closer to making a decision.
And God help my husband but if he utterswhatever you wantone more time, this marriage might not last.
“I like this one,” he says softly, pointing at the screen. It’s a candid shot taken when he’d said something to make me laugh. My head is thrown back but his focus is completely on me.
We look so happy.
