One to Leave (One to Hold 5)

Lying beside me, he gathered my limp body against his chest. “You are the most amazing woman.” He kissed my eyes, my brow, my nose, my lips. “I plan to spend the rest of my life exploring your beautiful body...” (another kiss) “your soul...” (another kiss) “your gifts...” (another kiss) “and every other part of you.”

I couldn’t help a laugh. “I love you Stuart William Knight.”

He paused, smoothing his palm back over my forehead. “Mariska.” So much emotion filled his voice, it ached joy in my chest. “Be sure to thank your soul for wanting my broken one.”

“You weren’t broken. You only needed a safe place to run free.”

“To serve and protect.” A sly twinkle sparked his eye. “Can I rock your gypsy soul?”

Our lips combined, mixing all the wonder of what we had in a breathless kiss. “You already have.”

The end.

Epilogue: A Wedding

Elaine

Sheer black lace stretched over my breasts, fastened by a little tie behind my neck. It was the top half of a one-piece lingerie set. The bottom was a thong that had high legs and a sheer-lace front. I stepped out of the bathroom into our master suite, and a little thrill moved through my stomach as Patrick’s eyes immediately widened.

“Damn,” he groaned, pushing himself up straighter against the headboard.

I could’ve said the same. My fiancé was stripped down to his boxer briefs, putting his toned chest, broad shoulders, and ripped arms on full display. Patrick had a gorgeous body.

Instead I gave him a sassy smile and a wink. “You like this, cowboy?” I turned, stopping so my back was to him, and looked over my shoulder. My blonde hair swept to the front, giving him the full view.

“Shit, yeah.” The predatory tone in his voice tightened every muscle in my body, and I had to stay focused or I’d give in to the growing wetness between my thighs.

“It’s only the beginning.” I quickly dashed into the bathroom and closed the door, slipping off the black one-piece. Up next was my favorite.

A cream-satin strapless bra that tied in a bow at the back. I pulled it tight so it pushed my breasts up into nice rounds at the top. The bottom was lace-overlying cream satin with little ties on each side. Two pulls and it was gone.

I stepped out, and laughed as another low groan met my ears. “You’re killing me, babe. Can I please fuck you now?”

I pranced over to the chair where his pale-straw cowboy hat was tossed. Picking it up, I put it on my head then I leaned forward on the bed, pressing my arms against each side of the bra so my breasts nearly spilled over.

“You’re not enjoying the show?” I made a little pout and instantly strong arms went around my waist, dragging me against his chest to the headboard.

“I love it,” he growled, burying his face in the side of my hair and kissing my neck.

“Patrick! Wait! I’ve got one more!”

His arms relaxed, and I slipped of his lap, giving his erection a little stroke in the process.

“Why are you torturing me like this?” He was grinning, but that bad boy sparkle was in his eye. I was torturing myself a little, truth be told, but it was so sweet.

“One of these will be under my dress Saturday.” I did a little swish as I returned to the bathroom. “You can be wondering which one while we say our vows.”

“Shortest service in the history of weddings.”

I jumped into the bathroom giggling. This last one was just for fun. Black lace boyshorts, zero bra. I stepped into my high-heeled cowboy boots and walked out, one arm draped over my breasts.

His eyes darkened, and I knew this was as far as we’d go. Turning my back, I leaned forward to poke the fire, arching my back and wagging my ass. “I’ll just make sure this doesn’t go out.”

“Hmm...” His low rumble met my ears, and when I looked over my shoulders, the boxers were gone. His erection rose in his hand, and he made slow passes up and over it.

Heat flooded my core, and I stood, walking slowly toward him, watching the motion of his hand working his cock. It was absolutely erotic.

My black satin robe was at the foot of the bed, and I took the belt, sliding it out of the loops. It was a long, black sash in my hand. “I can imag