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But first…I reach for the glass of whiskey on the bar. The corners of Delilah’s pink, pouty lips curl up.

I lift the glass to her mouth and stare her up and down, my gaze lingering on her throat as she swallows down the whiskey.

“You thirsty, darlin’?” I stare at those pretty lips of hers, covered in my whiskey.

She tilts her chin, eager gaze dipping to my belt. “For you, always.”

I tear at my belt and zipper. Delilah’s breath kicks up. Every part of me hardens and heats as I spread her legs. She arches against the bar, so damn exquisite in her beauty that it steals my breath.

Christ, it’s dangerous. Fucking my wife with our guests just a few feet away. But goddamn, it’s so fucking hot.

I step between her spread thighs and thrust. My cock so deep inside her that she gives a soft, breathless cry. “Cole,” she whimpers, a slender arm sliding over my broad shoulder as I hitch her legs around my waist.

“Darlin’, my darlin’ girl.” I thrust hard and deep, feeling her clench around me.

She tilts her head back, and I stare into the burn of those dark whiskey eyes that never fail to take my breath away.

“Fucking love you, baby. Long as I live. Long as I breathe.”

“I know, I know,” she sobs, writhing beneath me.

“Give me your eyes, Delilah,” I command. Those fucking gorgeous eyes that see right through me.

“Forever,” she promises, swallowing noisy gasps of pleasure. “Forever, Cole.”

We fuck hard and fast, foreheads touching, hearts syncing, breaths pulsing in the space between us.

She’s my queen, my salvation, my place of worship. Delilah’s body, her mind, her beautiful soul are mine. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect her. If anything or anyone ever tries to extinguish the beautiful light in her eyes, her smile, they’ll answer to me.

Her body trembles in my arms. “I’m with you,” I tell her, staring into her eyes. “Let it go, darlin’.”

I thrust one last time, watching her as she comes. Wild and beautiful and free, heart trembling against mine. And then I let go, my entire body erupting, my long, low groan reverberating throughout the tasting room.

Breathing hard, Delilah falls against me. “Happy wedding day to me,” she gasps.

I chuckle, kiss her wild halo of hair. “Better go join the party.”

“But I like it better here with you.” A sweet laugh tumbles out of her, wrenching my heart.

“Baby, I do too, but we have the rest of the night.” I shoot back the rest of the whiskey, give her ass a squeeze. My cock already aches thinking about later tonight. “And I want a dance with my wife.”

I clean us up and fix her dress. Then I take her hand and lead us outside into the autumn night. Never in my life have I appreciated my home quite like tonight. The twinkling lights of the reception light up the field in a soft glow. I grin at the sight of my family, cutting a rug on the dance floor. Heat lamps crackle around the perimeter of the long dinner table. Nineties country music, laughter, and cheers fill the air.

Something tells me it’s not the last party we’ll have.

A soft, amazed gasp beside me.

“Oh, Cole. It’s so beautiful.” Delilah stands there, her slender curves lit up in the glow of the reception lights. Long blond hair waterfalls down her back, and her porcelain skin shimmers, as her mouth wears the hint of a content smile.

I stand in awe of my wife. Her mesmerizing, radiating presence. Her fight. She’s never let fear stop her from living her life.

A lesson I hope to emulate.

Delilah and I plan to build a life here, which means I need to right Tempest. Take all the dark and turn it to light. Run out corruption. Expose the Hales. There are still obstacles, but with Delilah by my side, I intend to fix what is broken so that our future is only bright.

In the distance, a trio of figures runs toward us.

“Search party,” Delilah murmurs.