Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
We laughed and took our places.
My dad looked at me. “Ready?”
“So ready.”
He grinned. “Let’s go, then.”
Luc was tall and drop-dead gorgeous in his black tux. His gaze was intense, his brow furrowed until I walked in on my father’s arm. His hands were folded in front of him, his fingers beating out an impatient rhythm on his knuckles. That stopped, and his face transformed when he saw me. Any lingering doubts vanished as he swept his gaze up and down, lingering on my bare shoulders and the leg that peeked out as I walked slowly toward him. I knew he already had plans for the strappy, sexy shoes I was wearing. He’d want them digging into his ass as he fucked me hard, celebrating our wedding night. Or scraping his back as he flung my legs over his shoulders and mouth-fucked me. I hoped he wanted to celebrate our wedding for days.
His expression turned tender, loving. Reed put his hand on Luc’s shoulder and leaned close, saying something private. Luc smiled and nodded, never taking his eyes off me.
“Oh, he’s a goner,” Dad muttered. “I’m half tempted to stop and turn around just to see his reaction,” he whispered.
“Dad!” I gasped softly, trying not to laugh. Luc would follow—and fast.
He patted my hand. “Kidding, sweetheart. Just kidding.”
He stopped as we got to the front. Luc stepped forward, shaking my dad’s hand. “I’ve got it from here,” he said. Then he offered his palm to me expectantly. Dad slowly placed my hand in Luc’s.
“You be a good husband, and we won’t have any trouble, Luc.”
“I plan to be, sir.”
Dad chuckled. “Sir. I like that.” Then he turned to me and kissed me. “I love you, my girl,” he murmured in a low voice so only I could hear him.
Then, Richard being Richard, he stepped back and, instead of sitting beside Katy, went over and kissed all my bridesmaids, murmuring something to each of them that made them smile. He smirked at Luc as he went to his seat.
“What can I say? All my girls are beautiful today. I needed to tell them.”
Everyone laughed, because it was typical Richard. The spotlight stealer. Yet, I didn’t mind. Being included as one of his girls was amazing. Hearing him say he loved me healed a tiny piece of my heart each time. It stitched it together and allowed me to love him back just that little bit more.
I turned to face Luc, my future. He met my eyes with a gaze so filled will love and warmth, my heart almost exploded with the emotions I was feeling.
He leaned close and whispered to me. “Marry me now, love. I can’t wait another moment longer.”
I smiled. “Yes.”
The reception was in full swing. Pictures had been taken, dinner had been eaten, and dancing had commenced. I had been to many events, overseen hundreds. Not a single one held a candle to my wedding. This family knew how to party, and they loved to do so. I danced so much my feet hurt, and I had no choice but to take off my shoes. Luc watched me unbuckle them with a sad look on his face until I kissed him, promising to put them back on before we left.
“When is that going to be?” he asked, his voice raspy and sexy.
“Not for a while,” I admitted. “I’m having too much fun.”
He smiled. “I know. I love seeing you like this—happy, relaxed, and enjoying yourself.” He kissed me. “Enjoying being part of a family. A great one.”
“We both belong to them now.”
“I know. It’s awesome.”
I watched my sisters on the dance floor with their husbands. I had great relationships with all of them. Heather and I were friends who loved coffee and shopping trips. I enjoyed her artistic side and watching her create beautiful worlds around her. Penny was my go-to for gossip and laughs. She told the best stories, and I loved her funny side. Gracie and I were surprisingly the closest. We had bonded the day Kylie had almost choked, and our relationship was built on deep affection. I sought her out for advice, and she was a constant source of strength for me. We shared so many moments of friendship, I could no longer recall not having her in my life. We were truly sisters of the heart. I was blessed to have them all.
Gavin and Matthew were two of my favorite people on the planet. Gavin was calm and supportive, and I enjoyed our conversations. Matthew was a quiet pool of reflection—focused on his career and intense. Yet under the serious countenance, he was droll and funny. Caring and loving. We talked every week and were incredibly tight. It seemed right somehow that I ended up bonding the strongest with the eldest and youngest of Richard and Katy’s children.