I look over at Rye. He's unbuttoning his flannel shirt.
The gruff mountain man is all smiles. “Well, of course I got you a yellow diamond, Prairie, nothing else would do. You're my light, you know? My sunshine.”
My heart skips a beat, melts, splits in two, whatever you want to call it. I’m undone.
I'm his and he knows it.
“I want my clothes off and I want them off now,” I tell him, eager and needy. “I want you in me and I want this. You and me forever.” I’m practically panting.
“Fuck, baby. That's what I want too.”
I'm smiling as he draws me to him, stripping me down to nothing in 10 seconds flat. My panties are gone. My bra’s unclasped, my breasts—they're in his mouth. He’s dipping low to them, sucking my nipples. His hand is between my thighs. Teasing me and making me instantly wet, making me ready. Preparing me for what’s to come: pure bliss.
I moan as he touches me, hitching my leg up to his hip.
His thick cock presses against my belly. He’s hard, ready, willing, my husband-to-be. “What are you thinking?” he asks, his fingers running through my hair, tilting my chin up high, forcing my eyes to meet his, but there needs to be no forcing here. Because my eyes—they will never stray.
“I'm thinkinghow lucky I am. How completely thankful I am. How overwhelmed I am. How—”
He presses his mouth to mine. Maybe he's shutting me up. Maybe he's as overcome and overwhelmed as I am. Whatever it is, his tongue finds mine and we're on the bed, rolling, moving, melting, magic.
He's on top of me and his fine, muscular, chiseled body centers right where it belongs. And I want nothing more than for this moment to be suspended forever. To be locked in time for eternity with Rye Rough.
I'm smiling as he begins to fill me up, inch by inch.
“You ready for this?” he asks. I moan as he enters me.
“Oh God,” I pant. “So ready. So fucking ready.”
“Good. Good, baby. I'm ready too.”
“I can feel how ready you are,” I tell him. I begin to massage his balls, teasing them as he fills me up more deeply. I wrap my legs around him with my back arching, letting him take me entirely.
“Oh God, Rye.” I find myself exhaling as he thrusts deeper inside of me.
“You look so good wearing nothing but that yellow diamond,” he tells me.
I look at my finger. He's right. I grin. “I cannot wait to be your wife.”
“Prairie Rough,” Rye says. “It has a ring to it, right?”
EPILOGUE
RYE
One month later…
“I never thoughtthis day would come,” Lemon says as she places a boutonniere on Cash’s suit coat. My cousin is my best man today.
“You’re just jealous your brother's getting married before you,” Cash teases.
I grunt. “Hey, don't give her too hard a time. She's been pulling up all the slack for me this last year. Turns out my grumpy-ass mood was turning away business and she kept having to chase clients back.”
Cash chuckles. “Yeah, your dad has good things to say about you, Lem.”
Lemon smiles. “Well, considering I’m practically running this family's construction site company, I should get some more credit.”
I laugh. “I just gave you a compliment, Lemon. No one's doubting what you're doing for the family. You're in that office 70 hours a week, I swear.”