Bring It Home (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 3)

I want to be deep inside her to finish, so I roll us over to get myself on top. She grins against my mouth as I press her legs back, and I sit up slowly so I can start to pound into her. When her eyes flutter open, all half lidded and stunning, my breath catches once more. Just as it did when she spoke her vows.

“Boon Zachariah Hoenes,” she says, her voice breaking a bit as her fingers lace with mine and her eyes burn into me. “I never saw you coming,” she laughs, her lips curving as her eyes well with tears. “For so long, I lived in my sister’s shadow. I thought I belonged there, but then I met you. You made me realize that, like my sister, I can shine too. You tell me daily I am beautiful, and I know that won’t ever stop. You encourage me to be strong, stubborn, and follow my dreams. You respect me—oh, Boon, you love me. You love me more than I love myself more often than not.” When her voice breaks and the tears start to fall, I step into her, cupping her face and wiping her tears away with my thumbs.

“You were my light when I thought I would be surrounded by dark for the rest of my life. You wouldn’t let that happen. You guaranteed me that we’d be fine, that we’d get our miracle, and we have,” she whispers, pressing her hands to her stomach. “I love you. I love you so much, sometimes I can’t believe it is true. But here we are, in front of the people who love us, care for us, and support us, and they believe it. Forever and a day, I will always love you.”

I didn’t even wait for the minister to tell me to kiss her; I did it out of turn. Fuck tradition. I need her lips at this moment, and I don’t regret anything.

I run my hand up her thighs, pressing them back as I start to thrust into her, our eyes unwavering. It doesn’t take long for me to be overtaken by passion, and when I come, I do it with my whole body and soul. She has me under a spell I refuse to recover from. I love it. I rock into her as she slides her hands up and down my arms, her eyes shut as she sucks in deep breaths over and over again. I fall to the side, holding her in the crook of my arm as our lips meet. Her hair has fallen out of her bun, and I push it out of the way as I kiss her face, her nose, her cheeks, her lips, and her chin. When I press my nose to hers, she searches my eyes with hers, and I sigh softly.

“I love you.”

“I love you,” she whispers, stroking her fingers through my beard. “I need you to know something.”

Gone is the sex kitten, replaced by seriousness. It almost scares me. “Okay…?”

“I know your mom wasn’t there today, and I want you to know that I hurt for you. I am mad she wasn’t there, but Boon, you will never ever be alone. No matter what, you have me in your corner. No matter what you are up against. No matter how alone you feel. I will be there.” Her eyes are misty as she presses her hand to my chest. “Right here. You understand me?”

I cup her face. “I had the only person I cared to have at my wedding, and that was you.”

Her lips tilt. “No regrets?”

“None in sight. You’re it, Posey. I only need you.”

“Same,” she whispers, and we share a smile. I thought there were so many moments from today that could never be topped, but this is Posey. She keeps surprising me at every turn. When she presses her nose into mine, I move my hand to the back of her head, pulling her in so her lips meet mine. Our kiss is urgent, full of passion, and I don’t know how in this life of mine I deserve this woman, but she is mine.

And always will be.

Chapter Ten

Posey

As wonderful, perfect, and the best day of my life as our wedding day was, it’s now a thing of the past.

I pinch the bridge of my nose as I lie in bed with Boon beside me, sleeping soundly, while I’m watching our gameplay. Boon is very much a dump-and-go kind of guy. He doesn’t dwell on games, and I applaud that. I haven’t learned how to do that. Instead, I obsess and dissect until I figure out a way to win. The IceCats have won three straight. They are murdering us. We have only scored one goal, and yes, they’ve only beat us by one each game, but it’s still killing me. We could win all these games, but Nico Merryweather is on. Their team is crisp, disciplined, and I guess they want it more. I don’t know. One thing I do know, though, is we are now in panic mode. And if we don’t win tonight, put a fork in us—we’re done.