Craven Cove Royalty (Craven Cove)

“My god.” I swallow hard and shake my head. “How did I ever get so damn lucky?”

“Apollo.” Her eyes water, and she begins to fan her face. “Shit, I can’t mess this crap up.”

That makes me laugh as I pull her to me and hug her closer. Like this, my face is even with her breasts, and I bury my face in them. The material of her dress is fine and delicate, and it feels good against my cheek.

“Marry me,” I beg, and now she’s the one laughing.

“I’m pretty sure that’s why we’re here.”

“I know, but I just need to make sure this is real.” I look up at her and see that her tears have receded, and there’s not a hair out of place. “You’re really mine for always, right?”

“For always,” she agrees and leans down, placing a kiss on my lips.

“Good, let’s get this show on the road so I can fuck you in that dress.”

She playfully slaps my shoulder, but I see the blush in her cheeks. “Fine, but only because I’m hungry, and I’m ready for cake.”

Standing up, I lean down and give her another quick kiss. “The sooner we make this official, the sooner we are off on our honeymoon.”

“Come on, you’re really going to make me wait to find out?” She pouts and bats her lashes at me.

“As soon as you say I do.” I wink at her, and she narrows her eyes as I walk toward the door. “By the way…” I wait and she turns to face me. “That dress is fucking hot.”

She smiles brightly and does a little twirl as I shake my head and leave the room. In just a few short hours we’ll be on a plane to Greece and then boarding a yacht to island hop once we get there. I plan on having my wife under me while we sail through the crystal blue waters and make a baby along the way. I place my hand on my chest and close my eyes.

I’m truly the happiest man alive.

Epilogue

Celeste

Years later…

I run my fingers through baby Lo’s hair as he nurses from my breast. I’d slipped out of the annual Crew fundraiser when our babysitter Shelly told me he’d woken up hungry. He’s been sleeping through the night for the past month, so something must have caused him to stir. I think he missed his mommy, and that’s what I’m going to tell myself so I can enjoy these stolen moments alone with him. They are only this little for so long.

Our twin girls are fast asleep in their bedroom. All the excitement of today had worn them out, and they came crashing down from their cotton candy and funnel cake high. Nothing could wake them at this point.

“Do you want Mommy and Daddy to give you a brother or another sister?” I whisper to Lo.

Apollo and I haven't been actively trying for a fourth, but we also weren’t using protection either. Over the past year we’ve been staying more at Craven Cove. Our home in the city is vacant most of the time, because our family wants to be together here.

It might sound weird for us to stay in the same house with our parents, but the Crew estate is massive, and I love having Rory and my mom close. The kids adore them, and I’m not really looking forward to heading back to the city anytime soon. There is a coziness to being here, and it makes us focus on family instead of everything else.

“I’ve been looking for you.” I glance up to see Apollo standing in the doorway of the nursery. The only light in the room comes from the moon flooding in through the window.

“I don’t think you had to look very hard.” I'm pretty sure he knows where I’m going before I do.

He pushes off the doorframe and comes to stand next to the rocking chair. “Is it terrible I’m jealous of my own son?” I let out a small giggle.

“You’re terrible,” I tell him as he leans down and takes a sleeping Lo off my breast. He kisses the top of his little head, and the sight has my heart clenching.

“You like me terrible,” he says, carrying him over to his crib to lay him down.

When I reach down to put my breast back into my dress, Apollo shakes his head.

“Don’t,” he orders as he tucks in Lo and comes over to me. “It’s my turn.” He lifts me out of the chair, and I wrap myself around him as he carries me to our bedroom a few doors down.

“We have to get back to the party,” I moan when he presses me up against our bedroom door.

“Fuck the party,” he growls, and his mouth travels down my neck to my breast.

“Yes, fuck the party,” I gasp when he sucks my nipple into his mouth. Reaching down, I go for his belt to quickly free his cock.