She nodded. “I promise.” Then her eyes turned flirty. “But you’re already breaking this rule.”
I arched a brow.
“You’re hiding from me,” she insisted.
“I am?”
She gripped the covers and whipped them back. “Ah, there you are.”
My dick sprang to life.
She licked her lips, and why I wasn’t coming just from that I didn’t know.
“Come out, come out,” she sang as she leaned over and sucked my dick into that wet, hot mouth of hers and shot me to the stars.
Epilogue
Sinclair – Three Months Later
Ten years ago, I dreamt of a life with Wyatt that was built more on fantasy than reality. As an eighteen-year-old, I really didn’t understand life. Ten years later I knew what life and love really involved, and I was ready to get started on the journey with Wyatt. Today, my dreams were coming true but they were so much sweeter than what I’d imagined as a school girl.
Today we were getting married again, this time for real. I wasn’t in a princess dress with sparkles, but that was okay. The lovely white lace backless halter dress felt exactly right for a rustic outdoor wedding by the river and the oak tree.
Alyssa wore a pretty pastel yellow dress, causing Wyatt to call her his beautiful daisy. He wore a suit without a tie, the top buttons of his shirt undone showing just enough chest to tease me.
The one part of my youthful wedding fantasy that did come true was the number of guests. Of course, our families were there, as was Trina and even Mo, after I made him promise to behave. Between our two families, we must have known everyone in Salvation and they all seemed to show up. It felt like the Salvation I grew up in; the one in which we were all one big family supporting each other. I hoped Mo would take note. While we were making headway against Stark, the fight wasn’t over yet.
Alyssa carried our new “real” rings, and my father and I followed her up the aisle to the old tree, where we’d made our child and now were going to join our lives for real. Wyatt’s smile was so wide, his green eyes filled with love, I felt like the luckiest woman in the world.
When I reached Wyatt, he leaned in to me. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
I whispered in his ear. “You’re the sexiest. By the way, I didn’t want pantilines so I’m not wearing any.”
He groaned as we turned forward and were married for real. This time the ceremony was planned and personal, including writing our own vows.
“Sinclair,” Wyatt started, as his eyes filled with emotion. “Ten years ago, I had everything I could want and I carelessly left it behind. I want to spend the rest of life making that up to you. I want to love you every day and night. I want to raise our daughter with you and give her brothers and sisters. I promise to never lose sight of you again. I’ll never let a day go by that you don’t
know how much I love you.”
Thank God for waterproof mascara because tears were running down my cheeks.
“Wyatt,” I began. “I knew since I hit puberty that you were the one for me, although you never made it easy for me to convince you.”
He blushed and the audience chuckled.
“But when I finally won your heart, we were too young to understand what we had. Today, I know exactly what I have. I have a man who’s good to his mother, devoted to his daughter, and makes me feel so loved every day. I’ve been given a second chance to have my dreams come true, and this time I won’t let it slip away. Right here, under the oak tree where everything good that ever happened to me has happened, I’m promising to love you like you deserve to be loved. Forever.”
“What happened under the tree?” I heard my brother ask.
“Hush, Ryder,” Trina admonished.
Wyatt squeezed my hands as the preacher finished his words and we exchanged new wedding bands, although I still wore his grandmother’s engagement ring.
“You may kiss the bride.”
“It’s about time,” Wyatt said, pulling me into his arms, dipping me and planting a big kiss on my lips, taking my breath away.
When he straightened, he whispered in my ear, “I was worried you were going to tell everyone we made Alyssa here.”