“Are we going to leave the room at all? What’s the point of going to Bermuda if we’re going to stay indoors? We could have done that here.”
“We’re going far, far away from all these people. I want my wife to myself with no interruptions.”
“I think we can handle that. I love you, Bryce.”
He lifts my face to his, and his fingers rub the compass around my neck. Then he proceeds to fill my heart with more love than I ever thought possible.
“From the very day you walked through my kitchen door with Nate, I’ve loved you. Growing up, all my dreams centered on you loving me back. The moment our lips touched when I was fifteen years old, I was ruined for anyone else. Even through the time when I cut you out of my life, my heart still beat for you. Moving on was never an option. I know that now.
Thank you for not taking no for an answer and giving me the fairytale every girl dreams of. Your love and support are my lifelines, and without them, I’d be nothing. That may sound pathetic, but now that I’ve experienced the depth of your devotion, there’s no going back. I can only hope that you feel the same passion and adoration from me.
My life is intertwined with yours, and I can’t fully breathe without you. All that matters is that we are together. I’d do anything in the world to see your beautiful blue eyes stare into mine right now. Physically and mentally, my heart craves your touch and the sound of your voice.
Bryce Randolph, you’re the bravest, strongest, and most loving man I’ve ever known, and I’ll be honored to be your wife. Please wake up and marry me.”
“You heard me,” I say breathlessly.
“Every word.” He gives me his signature cocky grin. “And I did as I was told. I woke up and married you. Best decision ever.”
I open my mouth to respond but change my mind. Instead, I start to laugh, knowing I have a lifetime ahead of me with this ridiculously, over-the-top man.
Epilogue
Bryce Randolph
5 years later
Any guilt I have about waking Devon disappears when she rolls over, exposing her naked chest. The cool air causes her nipples to harden instantly, and my cock turns to steel.
Oh yeah, there’s no way I’m getting out of this bed without fucking my wife.
I glance at the clock and determine how much time I have and where to start. Considering last night she let me do whatever I wanted, which included her on her knees screaming into the mattress, I think I’ll take it easy this morning.
Careful not to dip the bed, I shift over her and brace on my elbows at her waist. My mouth licks a trail from her neck down to her breastbone and then back up again. Her hands come to my shoulders, telling me she’s waking up.
“Good morning,” I say softly and suck a nipple deep in my mouth.
She gasps and pulls back, causing me to suck harder. My dick jerks when she moans in her early morning raspy voice. I move to the other side and repeat then slide down her body, kissing every inch of flesh I pass.
Her legs open, welcoming me as I lick around her glistening core, purposely making her wait. She starts to squirm and grips my scalp, trying to direct my mouth.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You know what.”
I grin and rub the three-day old scruff against her sensitive skin. Even after all these years, my girl is still shy. “Tell me.”
She shifts her hip and then wraps her legs around my head. I take mercy and lick her slit then slide my tongue inside. She arches into me as I feast on the taste of her. My hands cup her ass as I change from licking fast and hard to slow and leisurely. I know the instant her orgasm starts to build when she pushes me deeper. My thumb finds her clit and rubs across the sensitive area gently.
She tightens her legs and uses a pillow to muffle her cries as she comes, panting hard. I kiss softly around her now swollen lips and move up her body. My dick is screaming for relief, threatening to explode. I know from experience it won’t be long the second I slide into her wet heat. We both moan.
The sensation of her warmth gripping me makes me feel like a teenage boy, trying my best not to blow. She knows what she’s doing and purposely clutches her muscles, teasing me.
I stop all movement and take a few deep breaths, needing to clear my mind. She rakes her nails up my back until she reaches the back of my head then tilts my face to hers. She grins wickedly and bucks against me, causing a groan.
“You started it,” she says seductively. “Maybe I should finish it.”
I try to clear my head and gain some sense of control. It’s useless as she rotates her hips then drives into me from below, forcing me so deep she moans in satisfaction.