Bring It Home (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 3)
“Hey. Thanks!”
He grins. “We’re ready.”
Dad takes in a deep breath, and Owen heads back up toward the gazebo. Dad looks over at me with tears in his eyes. “You sure?”
“Damn sure.”
He nods. “Well, let’s do this.”
Dad gets out and comes around to help me out. As I fix my dress, he hands me my bouquet that Ally made of yellow orchids and white daisies. I look up at him as our hands meet from the passing of the bouquet, and he brings his hand up to cup my face. “I have been preparing myself to give Shelli away since the moment I knew she was getting married. But with you, I know that no amount of preparation would ever make me ready to give you away, Posey Rose.”
My lip quivers as I gaze up into my hero’s eyes. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you, sweetheart.”
His lips come to my cheek, and I lean into his kiss with my eyes closed. When he pulls back, he tucks my hand into his folded arms and exhales.
“Well, come on. Let me go give you away before the angina kicks in.”
“Aw, I miss the angina. Is it finally leaving?”
He scoffs. “If I hadn’t played golf with that guy yesterday, it would be in full effect.”
We share a grin before heading up the pebbled path that leads to my aunt’s gazebo. The soft sounds of two guitars reach me as we get closer. When I hear Aiden’s voice, the song he is singing hits me right in the soul. “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran. But then I hear Shelli’s voice, singing “Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Elvis. It’s amazing the way they take turns, both songs becoming one. It’s beautiful, and soon, the tears won’t stop flowing. When we arrive to where everyone is seated, I see the taco truck and the dance floor, but what I didn’t expect to see is the whole Assassins team. Everyone is grinning at me, so happy for us, and it’s overwhelming.
But then my gaze is captured by a certain pair of hazel eyes that are my future.
Just like that, everyone else is gone.
All I see is him.
My forever teammate.
Chapter Nine
Boon
I’m utterly speechless and completely breathless as I gaze into her eyes. Posey is stunning, perfect, and I can’t believe this is the woman I get to marry and spend the rest of our days together. “I will love only you,” I promise, my hands shaking as they hold hers. “No one can, or ever will, compare to you. I promise to love you, cherish you, and make you smile. When you’re sick, I’ll take care of you. When you’re happy, I’m happy. You guided me to love. I never knew how to show affection, how to be emotionally available, until I met you, and I thank you for that. Each day, you make me feel things I’ve never felt, and man, I can’t get enough. Posey, you are the best part of me, and I am so lucky that you want to love me, let alone spend the rest of our lives together. I love you, lovely, and I always will.”
The vows I spoke earlier fill my head as I watch Posey’s dress slowly fall down her hips, but just as it drops, my mouth follows close behind. She is so beautiful. So perfect. I kiss her swollen breasts, running my tongue along each of her nipples as she rakes her fingers through my hair. I suck and kiss her ribs, licking around her belly button before kissing the spot right above it. I linger for a second, wishing like hell I could wrap her and our baby in bubble wrap to make sure they are both safe. Her eyes meet mine, and I whisper, “I love you, Posey.”
She glides her fingers along my ears, my jaw, before cupping my chin. “I love you more.”
The way she says it, so rough and needy, I feel like I could lose my marbles at any moment. I hold her hips in my hands as I kiss down her pelvis to her slick center. I stroke my tongue along her shiny lips before French kissing her in the most perfect place to kiss.
Her moans fill the room as her legs buckle, and she falls back into the wall. I hold her in place as I slide my tongue up and down her succulent pussy lips, tasting and savoring every single inch of her. When I flick the tip of my tongue along her clit, my name leaves her lips in such a way that I almost come.
Her body is taut as she starts to rock against my mouth, looking for her release. It’s fucking hot. Especially how her body is flushed and starting to perspire. I loved her in her wedding dress; she looked like a damn queen. She was gorgeous, stunning, and I swear, there wasn’t a dry eye in the field. I was crying, Shea was crying—hell, I’m pretty sure the minister was crying. How could he not? She’s a dream come true. My queen. But having her naked, under my mouth, completely mine, is where I would spend the rest of my days if I had the choice.