The crowd cheers louder, and Mocha barks. Kaden lets go of his leash, and our little ball of chaos runs over and all but tackles us to the ground.
Sloane laughs as she picks him up, not caring about her dress or her hair. Mocha kisses her face and whimpers as he nuzzles his face into her neck, acting like he’s just a small lap dog and not fifty pounds of muscle and fur.
Sloane sets him down, taking his leash into her hand and mine in the other, and we walk down the aisle together, disappearing into the venue.
The rest of the day goes by in a blur. A million faces, a million forced smiles, and a million other things that make me want to get out of here. By the looks of it, Sloane’s social battery depleted about an hour ago.
“Hey, how about we sneak away for a few minutes?” I whisper, taking her hand in mine, and she nods eagerly.
We slip through a back door and up the small staircase to a private suite, food, and white wine for just the two of us, so we can have a minute to unwind.
“Let me help you undress,” I whisper, pulling her to me. Since the after-party is just getting started, she wanted us to wear matching Mr. and Mrs. Sweatsuits.
She nods, and I press a kiss into the crook of her neck. “You look absolutely gorgeous, baby,” I whisper, lightly sucking on her ear.
“Ahh…” She gasps as my fingers tug on her zipper, kissing down her neck and back as I free her from the silk fabric.
“Shhhh, baby, let me take care of you,” I whisper as she steps out of the dress and turns to face me, my pupils dilating as I stare at her in the white lace set.
“So fucking gorgeous, and so fucking mine,” I growl, pulling her to me by her hips.
“Beckett… we can’t,” She whispers as I leave a trail of open-mouth kisses down her neck.
“Why not? Who’s going to stop us?” I whisper as her hands clutch my suit coat.
“No… No one,” she gasps as her head falls back while I suck on the tender skin below her ear.
“I want to pleasure mywife.I want to make you feel so good, to forget about everyone but me. I want to bury myself inside you and remind you that you’re all fucking mine.”
“I’m yours, Beck.”
“Good girl,” I whisper, as she stops fighting, melting into my touch.
“Let me kneel before my queen and worship her,” I say, massaging her skin as I kiss down her body, slowly dropping to my knees.
“Beckett,” she moans as I kiss below her belly button.
I look up at her, and her cheeks are flushed, and her pupils dilated. She looks like an angel, all dressed in white.
She pushes me back so that I’m sitting. “It’sourday, not just mine,” she whispers, nibbling on my ear, her fingers nimbly undoing the buttons of my dress shirt.
“Are you sure, baby?”
She nods, kissing the underside of my jaw and then down my neck.
I lay us down on the floor once she gets my shirt undone, rolling us so that I’m on top.
This is it for me, her, and whatever comes next. I’ve spent my whole life searching for someone like her, and I think I would’vekept searching because it was always supposed to be her. I just never knew it. I love her, and I love our life, and every day I will continue to prove my worth to her, because she’s mine, and I’ll be damned if anyone ever comes and tries to take my sweet girl.
I always thought that home was four walls and a roof, who would’ve thought that it’s actually just wherever she is.
“I love you, Beckett,” she says with a small smile.
“I love you, too.” I press our lips together and slide into her.Home. No matter what comes next, I’ll always be by her side, because that’s where I belong.
EPILOGUE 2
SLOANE ~ THREE YEARS LATER…
