Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 100680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
She glanced down at the ring on her finger. It was a huge diamond surrounded by smaller diamonds. She’d joked that she’d be able to see the thing from the moon.
Maxim had told her that was precisely the point.
She couldn’t believe that one day she would become Mrs. Maxim Malone.
“When we get married, can it just be the family?”
Understanding filled his face. “It can be whatever you want, baby.” His gaze moved over her and heat filled his face. “Jesus, Rainbow. I don’t know whether I want to show off how fucking gorgeous you look in that dress or cover you up in a sack so no one else can look at my girl.”
“You think I look gorgeous?”
“Fuck, yes. Totally beautiful.”
“You look beautiful too.” And he did. He was dressed in a dark blue suit with a white shirt that was open at the collar.
“Told you, baby. I’m not beautiful. I’m an alpha.”
“I know. You still look hot.” She licked her lips.
“You keep looking at me like that and we’re going to be late,” he warned. “Which means Victor will kill me.”
“We have half an hour.” She moved toward him, slipping onto her knees in front of him. Then she undid his pants, pulling out his dick, before she sucked him down.
And it definitely didn’t take her half an hour to suck him off.
So he ended up returning the favor, with her sitting on the bed, her dress up around her waist while he kneeled in front of her, eating her until she came.
So when she went down to join Gracen and Sammy, she had a smile on her face and a spring in her step.
Sammy grinned at her knowingly. Aston had been going to ballet lessons with Gracen and Sammy for the last eight months so she knew the other woman now. Also, she was killing it at ballet lessons. She could tell that everyone thought so.
“Lucky bitch,” Sammy muttered.
Yes, she certainly was.
Maxim searched for his girl. While the wedding wasn’t a huge one, he knew it was likely too much for Aston.
He spotted Thea, Ace, and Keir laughing together. Carrick had his arm around Thea and was staring down at the boys with a warm smile. Jardin walked up to them, wrapping his arm around Thea on the other side.
Thea moved away from her men slightly and raised her camera, taking a photo of the boys. Maxim knew she’d been nervous when Gracen had asked her to be the wedding photographer. But she didn’t need to be. Even though she’d only just started her photography business recently, she was already popular. It had taken a while for Jardin to find an assistant he was happy with, but he’d finally employed a lovely older lady. And Thea was free to pursue her dream.
Happiness filled Maxim as he took them in. Then he looked over to where Gracen was sitting on Victor’s lap as she chatted with Lottie, who was sitting on Nico’s lap. Liam was standing behind Nico, one hand on Nico’s shoulder, his other hand on the back of Lottie’s neck.
Gracen’s niece wasn’t there. He knew the rift between them hurt Gracen, but he hoped like hell that Gracen knew how much her family loved her.
He was certain Victor told her that often.
Finally, he spotted his girl. She was talking to Regent. She put her hand on his arm and then flung her other arm out, nearly taking out a waiter.
His grin grew. His girl had had a few drinks and she was utterly adorable.
Regent put his arm around her as she wobbled, and spotting him, he started to herd her toward him.
That was all right with Maxim. He had the urge to take her home to finish what they’d started earlier. As they grew closer, happiness filled her face as she saw him and she flung her arms out toward him.
“Maxy-Moo!” she cried.
Oh, fuck no.
He had thought, hoped, prayed she’d forgotten that ridiculous name. And now she’d cried it out in front of his entire family.
She was so getting her ass spanked.
Regent grinned at him, looking so happy it still shocked Maxim. Then his woman came up behind him, wrapping herself around him.
And well, Maxim could say more about that . . .
But that story was for another day.
Instead, he bundled his woman up and took her home, to their bed, where he proceeded to give her several more orgasms before fucking her and tucking her into his side to sleep.
And all of his dreams were filled with her.
His perfect girl.