His dark hair was wet and loose from the shower, hanging down on his forehead. He was freshly shaven, his jaw tight. His dark brown eyes studied me as his hands drifted up to cup my face. “I thought you would want to know, Haley. If you want to open it, I’m here. If you don’t, then we can burn it.”
My hands gripped his wrists, my engagement ring sparkling against the setting sun streaming through the windows of our penthouse. James proposed to me last night, in front of the fireplace. He told me he was tired of waiting and pulled out the most beautiful oval emerald ring I had ever seen.
We were telling everyone later at Sullies.
I shook my head. “I’m done with toxic family members. The only family I need will be at Sullie's later and you, James.”
A slow, breathtaking smile spread across his face. “Are we telling them tonight?”
“Yeah, I can’t wait to show the girls,” I said proudly, wiggling my ring finger.
He tilted his head. “It’s the same for me, you know.”
“What is?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck as he pressed me into the counter.
His throat bobbed. “You are the only family I need.”
My heart skipped a beat as my soul reached out for his.
We finally found each other after years of drifting; our souls found a way to anchor themselves.
James’ father, General Fuckface, was sentenced to life in prison, his military awards and honors stripped from him. He cursed and spit at James the day of his sentencing, but my agent kept his composure. After that, James and I decided to go to therapy, provided by the Bureau. He got to work through his traumas and childhood nightmares while I did the same in the room next door. We went a month, together, hand in hand. We'd seen Dean and Gwen in there once or twice, but we didn’t talk about it.
James had been working with the mafia.
Collin signed an agreement with the FBI to stay out of prison. James was now the director of his own unit, specializing in sex trafficking. The Bureau had decided to “look the other way” when it came to sports gambling. I knew Collin was trying to get into the NFL, and with his success rate, he will be in it soon.
Kay and Collin lived in Chicago, and they came down every two weeks to see everyone, especially Sundays at Sullies.
Gwen, Dean, and Aiden moved outside the city on a nice piece of land with a big house, preparing for their newest addition. Gwen was working at the children’s hospital in town, and wehad lunch once a week. I knew that, during the spring it would be harder due to wedding season. I had five weddings booked so far, one of them being Bella’s.
Grant, my old co-worker, moved to St. Louis with his wife to be my assistant. I was the official CEO of Haley’s Happy Ever After—wedding planning events.
I had a talent for love, what could I say?
James and I moved into this penthouse shortly after his promotion. The day we walked in, he turned me to the windows and asked, “Are they fit for a princess like you?” When I told him yes, he pushed me against them and said, “Good, because they are perfect to fuck your addicting little cunt against.”
I cleared my throat at the memory and smiled up at him. “I love you.”
He checked his watch and made a sound of approval. Before I could ask, he swooped me up on the counter, shoving the letter onto the ground where it belongs.
“James, what—”
His hands shoved my dress up to my waist and urged me to sit back. I watched as he pulled off his t-shirt, my core humming in approval. “We still have time for me to show you how much I love you, HaleyGarner.” He gently pulled my panties down and gave me a wicked smile before his tongue ran up my clit.
“Oh,” I moaned, my hands digging into his damp hair.
“This cunt tastes so fucking good,” he growled against me as his arms hooked my legs over his shoulders. He devoured me, leaving no room for mercy as I screamed and begged him for it. He bit, sucked, licked, and worshipped me. When I came down from my high, he stood, his face glistening with me. He turned to grab a towel, but I sat up and stopped him.
“Wait.”
He turned back to me, his eyes flaring. “We don’t have time. We have to be at Sullie’s soon.”
I pouted and dropped my hand to his hard erection under his sweats. “So you don’t want to stretch me?” I batted my eyelashes, and his jaw tightened and suddenly, I was pulled down off the counter and bent over it, his palm landing on my ass, causing me to cry out.
“Oh, I’ll stretch you, princess,” he hissed as he slammed his thick cock into me.
We fucked and shouted our love for each other as the setting sun blazed through our home. I smiled as he pulled me against him, both of us covered in sweat, realizing we'd made it.
