Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I shook my head with a deep chuckle. “Of course you’d be there. Everyone comes to those things.”
Her frustrated expression made me want to laugh. She knew exactly what I was implying. She just wanted me to spell it out for her. “But I live in Miami. And Avery is the one who married into your family today. Not me.”
“You will be soon.” I shrugged, knowing it was a foregone conclusion.
She almost tripped over my feet as she stared up at me incredulously. “I will what? Not live in Miami anymore? Or be married into your family?”
“Both.” I stopped, not caring that we were in the middle of the dance floor while everyone else moved around us. My eyes burned into her as I growled, “Those four days without you drove home what I already knew the day we met. You’re the only woman for me, Brielle.”
“I am?” she whispered, her eyes sparkling as happy tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I muttered, crashing my mouth against hers for a passionate kiss that left us both breathless and dizzy with desire. “I love you, baby.”
Her smile was radiant and full of joy. “I love you, too. So much.”
“You better because I’m never letting you go.” I slipped my hand between us to cup her belly. “I want my ring on your finger and your belly swollen with my baby, sooner rather than later.”
Any lingering doubt I’d seen in her eyes was wiped away. I’d already spent last night convincing her we were much more than a vacation fling. Between all the mind-blowing orgasms I gave her while refusing to wear a condom because I was determined to knock her up and the fact that I’d reached out to Jonah to try to track her down, she was well aware that I planned to be with her forever.
But saying those three little words and hearing her repeat them made an already incredible night even better. “I want that, too,” she whispered.
It was a good thing, I thought. Because we were headed to Vegas the second Gabe and Avery left the reception. By morning, Brielle would have a ring on her finger, my last name, and hopefully—if she wasn’t already—she’d be cooking our baby in her sexy belly.
We were so absorbed in each other that we didn’t notice Avery had come up behind her until she tapped Brielle on the shoulder and said, “You’re off the hook.”
Brielle’s brows drew together. “Pardon?”
Avery grinned at her. “Your promise has been fulfilled. Gabe and I are saying our goodbyes so we can head up to the honeymoon suite. You don’t need to stick around anymore. Go upstairs with your Prince Charming and enjoy your own fairy-tale ending.”
Thank fuck. I hadn’t been sure how much longer I could hold out.
“Perfect timing.” Brielle threw her arms around her best friend for a quick hug. “Congratulations.”
“You, too.” Avery beamed her a soft smile before pointing her finger at me. “You better take good care of her, or else you’ll have to answer to me.”
“You have nothing to worry about in that regard,” I assured her, sliding my arm around Brielle’s back to pull her against my side. “I will always do whatever it takes to make Brielle happy.”
She leaned into me with a dreamy sigh as Avery left us to walk over to her parents. But before she could get too comfortable, I tugged her toward the hotel.
When I led her through the back door and headed in the opposite direction of the elevator that would take us up to my room, she asked, “Where are we going?”
I glanced at her with a determined expression as I declared, “I’m not waiting to make you mine.”
“I’m pretty sure you already did that.” She gave a delicate shudder, and I smirked, knowing she was likely running through the memories of how I’d done it. “Quite thoroughly.”
I stroked my thumb over her ring finger like I’d done that first day when we met. “I have my plane ready. We’re going to Vegas.”
Brielle’s jaw dropped, and she sputtered, “Vegas? Now?”
I jerked my head up and down once. “Need to give you my last name, Brielle,” I muttered. “Right now.”
I knew she’d think dragging her across the country to get married was a total caveman move…but I also knew she loved my inner Neanderthal. My sense of urgency was a sign of how much I loved her. How much I needed her. I wanted her to know that I felt the same devotion and love for her that her dad felt for her mom.
“Yes, let’s do it!” she squealed happily.
Rolling my eyes, I drawled, “I wasn’t actually asking, baby.” I guided her out the door to the car waiting for us and flashed her a smile of pure male satisfaction. “But I’m glad you’re on board with the plan.”