“Perfect,” he murmurs. “Just perfect.”
A contented smile finds its way onto my face.
“Best birthday ever.”
“Love, that’s how you wake up every morning. With my mouth on your pussy and thoroughly fucked seven ways to Sunday. As for the best birthday ever, wait until you see my surprise. Or surprises, should I say.”
Epilogue
Piper
As I complete my final jump, my blades touch the ice and the arena erupts into applause.
My chest rises and falls with each breath as I come to a stop in the centre of the rink.
For a second, all I can hear is the roar of the crowd.
My eyes lift to the scoreboard.
My score appears, and my breath catches.
I can’t believe it.
A smile breaks over my face.
My eyes find my coach, the one Hunter found for me after the doctors finally cleared me to step back onto the ice.
She stands by the boards with her arms folded. The old woman gives me a single nod, her face as stern as ever. But I know what that nod means.
She’s proud.
I look towards the stands.
My eyes find him immediately.
Tall and devastatingly handsome in a dark suit, he stands as he applauds.
The noise around us fades.
When our eyes meet, his expression softens into a smile. I return it.
Then I look at the row beside him.
Ophelia, Octavia, Adelaide, Eleanor. They are all here. Every single one of them. And beside each of them stands their man.
Octavia and Milo are married. They had their wedding last July.
Ophelia and Arlo followed in August.
My eyes drop to the ring on my finger.
I’m engaged to Hunter.
He proposed on my birthday. One of his many surprises.
He flew me to a private island, with white sand, crystal clear water, and year round sunshine.
Then he gifted it to me.
