Eventually, I give up and walk inside the cabin.
“You shouldn’t be here. It’s bad luck,” she says from somewhere behind me.
“I’ll chance it. What’s going on? Why aren’t you out there?” I turn to face her, and my jaw drops. She looks fantastic in her dress. “You look stunning.”
“Thanks, but I’m freaking out,” she says and starts pacing.
“You’re marrying me,” I deadpan. She’s not getting away from me again.
“I know. It’s not that,” she says, taking a deep breath. “I’m pregnant. I just took a test.”
“Good,” I tell her, moving toward her. I pull her into a hug before kissing her.
“You’re not mad?”
“Hell no. What do you think I was doing every time I slid into your tight cunt?”
“I know that, and I am ruining the day, but there was no way in hell I could keep quiet the second time around.”
“It’s okay. You have to forgive yourself for not telling me before. I have already forgiven you. I understand why you did it, and I love you even more for it, which I definitely didn’t know was possible.
“I forgive myself. Now, let's get married.” She smiles at me, and it drives me wild.
“They’ll wait,” I say, leaning in to kiss her again. The kiss turns more passionate when she opens her mouth to me. Before I know it, she’s holding her skirt up while I fuck her from behind.
It was fate that brought me to her all those years ago and determination that got her back by my side. She made me the man I am today. She’s given me a family. I can’t wait to love her and our children the way they deserve for the rest of our lives.
EPILOGUE
Karlee
TEN YEARS LATER
Being married for the last ten years to the only man I’ve ever loved has been amazing. We never talk about when I lost my mind and left him, and I am grateful for that. I love this man so much. I look over at him on his side of the bed. He’s sound asleep, snoring loudly. I just got home from girls’ night with my sister-in-law, and I am wide awake. I checked on the kids before I climbed into a hot shower, and now it’s taking everything in me not to wake him in that special way he likes, but I don’t get the chance. He wakes up.
“I can smell your perfume,” he says, grinning at me. “Did you have fun?”
“Yes. I drank a little too much, and I missed you so much.”
“You were only gone two hours.”
“Still,” I say.
“I missed you too,” he says, chuckling.
“Why do you always mess with me?” I ask playfully. Before I know it, I’m on my back, and he’s on top of me, just like always.
“Because you let me, and you know exactly where it will lead,” he says, making me laugh. Then he kisses me, and nothing else matters. Nothing ever does when his lips are on mine.
I made a mistake back then, I knew it when I did it, but I will make up for it every day for the rest of my life. The great thing about Garrett is that he makes it easy. Somehow, that break made us stronger than ever.
He pushes my skirt up higher and rips my panties off of my body. I don’t know why I bother with the damn things. I throw away more scraps of lace than anything else. He kisses me hard before pushing his hard cock inside of me. My back arches, and I meet him thrust for thrust. Our frenzied lovemaking is over quickly the first time but then pulls out of me and strips me out of my clothes slowly. Touching every inch of my skin, he sets me on edge before burying his face in my pussy. He licks me hard and fast before slamming into me again.
“I love you,” I cry out as I come for the third or fourth time since we started. I feel like the only woman in the world, well, his world.
“I love you too, baby, and don’t you fucking forget it,” he groans as he fills me with his seed.
As if I could ever forget the very best thing that ever happened to me. If it weren’t for Garrett, I wouldn’t have anything. I wouldn’t have my children or love. Everything is better because he came back for me. Everything.