The Lawyer (The Dalton Brothers 1)

Epilogue

Dominick

My girl never stopped smiling. Even during the darkest moments when she was hurting more than she was letting on, I could still find a grin on her lips. She was tough. Far tougher than her sister, who wouldn’t have survived a second of that media shitstorm.

Since Kendall had been released from the studio, from shooting every day, and from sharing her life with the whole goddamn world, her personality was really shining. She wasn’t weighed down by all these false narratives being spread about her, her tears were at bay, and she was no longer trying to hide from the public eye.

She was even posting again on social media, sharing her art and quotes about life—things that were important to her.

I could never take away the scandalous photos—they would live online forever. But I could make the situation better, and that was what I’d done.

And I was making sure she enjoyed every moment of that emotional freedom.

Once I wrapped up a few important meetings and was able to clear my schedule, I planned a surprise trip. The morning of, I told her to pack a suitcase for a warm, sunny climate. That was the only hint I gave her, and a few hours later, we boarded my company’s private jet. I even made sure all the monitors inside the plane were covered, so she couldn’t see the destination or the route.

The moment the plane landed, I moved her over to the stairs, where two women were waiting for us at the bottom, leis in their hands.

“Aloha,” they sang.

Kendall turned toward me, her lips in that grin that I loved so fucking much. “Hawaii? Are you serious?” She threw her arms around my neck, making me the happiest motherfucker. “Tell me this is a dream.”

“We’re here for two weeks, baby, and we’re going to island hop.” I leaned back, my thumb tugging at her lips. “You’re going to be dreaming later when you see the sunset from Kailua Beach.” I pressed my lips to hers, tasting the heat from her mouth and the tropical scent on her skin that smelled so much like the breeze. My hands dipped to her ass, gently slapping it. “Go get your lei, so I can see you in that bikini I brought you.”

“A bikini, huh?”

I’d known about this trip for over a week, so I’d had time to prepare.

And this one was a thong that only I’d get to appreciate since I’d rented us a private house on Oahu.

Kendall descended the stairs, and I followed. A flower necklace was placed over her head and mine, welcoming us, and then we got into the SUV that was parked next to the jet. While we waited for our bags, I pulled her toward the middle of the backseat, wrapping my arm around her, and the driver loaded our things into the back and drove us toward the road.

Kendall watched the scenery through the window, making little noises as we passed beautiful views. But my eyes were on her, appreciating the sight in front of me even more, one that couldn’t stop beaming.

“Goddamn it, you’re gorgeous.”

Her eyes slowly moved to mine. “It’s like you’re seeing me for the first time.”

“Sometimes, it feels like that’s the case.”

She shook her head. “I wish you knew how that made me feel.” She found my hand, squeezing it. “The love that you fill me with.” A redness moved across her cheeks. “This intense, deep passion.”

I pulled her even closer, needing a taste of her lips, to feel them against mine.

But one kiss wasn’t enough.

It never was.

When it came to Kendall, I always wanted more.

Needed more.

Desired more.

“You make it”—she panted, licking across her mouth—“so hard to breathe.”

“Wait until I get you alone.”

I gave her neck a quick kiss and positioned her back toward the window, so she could take in the last bits of Honolulu before we arrived at the house.

The place I had rented was directly on the beach, its own secluded section, where we could do anything we wanted in the ocean and every room inside had windows that faced it.

Within a few minutes’ drive, we were parked in front of the two-story glass structure, and I clasped her hand and led her up the stairs, unlocking the door with a code.

“My God.” She stood frozen in the entryway. “This is magical.”

I pecked her cheek and took her into the kitchen, where the chef poured us two glasses of champagne. Once the drinks were in our hands, I immediately brought her out onto the massive patio.

“You’re insane.” She clinked her bubbly against mine. “I mean, we could have just stayed in a hotel, but that’s not good enough for my boyfriend. He rents us this palace that’s straight out of a Hawaiian postcard.” She glanced toward the horizon, where there was endless blue.

“Why do simple when I can give you something this beautiful?” I moved in behind her, holding her flat stomach and narrow waist, my lips close to her ear. “And I know you prefer the simpler way, but you know how much I like to spoil you.”

“Like my brand-new closet.”

“Baby, that’s only the start.”

My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I took it out, checking the screen to see a text from my assistant.

One I’d been waiting for since we’d boarded the plane in LA.

Once I read her message, I put the phone away and said, “We’re here for four nights, and then we’re off to Maui. I don’t plan on letting you wear anything more than a bathing suit.” I nibbled on her earlobe. “I hope that isn’t a problem.”

“All this sun and salt and sand sounds heavenly, so I see no problem in that.”

I kissed down to her collarbone, the thought of her in a bikini far better than what she was describing.

She turned around, throwing her arms around my neck. “Is it time that I go change into one?”

“Mmm … I like how you think.”

I led her into the master bedroom, where our bags were waiting for us, and opened my suitcase, finding the bikini I’d brought for her and the swim trunks I was going to put on. As I unbuttoned my jeans, I watched her strip out of her clothes. The sun was coming in through the tall bedroom windows, leaving shadows across her body that resembled zebra stripes.

Standing at the end of the bed, my jeans halfway down, my cock already so fucking hard, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. “Jesus,” I groaned as she slipped off her bra. “Look at you.”

Since she didn’t wear panties, she had nothing left to take off.

She glanced down her naked body, unaware of her beauty, talent, the way she made people feel just by being with her.

How she’d made this untamed bachelor crave to wake up next to her every fucking morning.

Whether it was to fold my arms across her, holding her against my body, to wrap her legs around my face, eating her delicious pussy, or to rest in the spot next to her, watching her sleep.

I just wanted her there.

With me.