He kisses my temple.
“I know. Now let’s get out of here and start making up.”
I laugh at his brashness, but I love it. I love him. Not for who he isn’t, but for who he is. When we kiss a final time before getting into the car, a camera shutter opens and closes in the distance.
Epilogue
Damon
One Month Later…
“By the power vested in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you married! You may kiss the bride.”
Henry gives Camila a decidedlyNot Suitable For Workkiss in front of our family, Camila’s sister Rory and her brother Gabriel, and a few close friends, the judge included. Apparently, Henry and Camila have appeared in his courtroom many times.
They opted to keep the ceremony small so Camila wouldn’t feel pressure to fill up her side of the room, but they’ll be gone for six whole weeks in Fiji on their honeymoon. Henry can’t help but spoil her. He says he’s making up for all the lost time before he made a move.
Camila looks beautiful in a tea-length white dress with a veil over just her eyes and a velvet shawl wrapped around her shoulders.Henry’s in a navy double-breasted tux with a matching tie. A diamond tiepin winks when the light catches it. It wouldn’t be my choice, but I have to admit he looks dapper. Together, they both look disgustingly happy.
I feel Kendra’s hand tighten around my arm and catch her dabbing at tears with a tissue.
“Do you get this emotional over all your lawyers?” I tease.
She swats my shoulder playfully.
“Just when I’m fucking their brother,” she sasses me back.
From Denise’s snort, she must’ve heard her. Kendra blinks innocently.
“What? It’s not like we’re in a church.”
I shake my head, smiling. If she ever lets me marry her, I’ll be the happiest man alive. Scratch that. I’m already the happiest man alive. Marriage would just be a bonus. But I’m not rushing her. I’ll be ready if and when she is.
“Congratulations, son,” Dad says to Henry, his voice uncharacteristically gruff. We all know he’s a softie underneath all the bluster. Mom, of course, is a mess.
“First my youngest and now my oldest, settled down and married! I’m overwhelmed with happiness!”
Henry and Camila pull Mom into a hug, followed by Maya and Adam. Cory and Denise are whispering to each other, all smiles, and Kendra is snuggled into my side. Noah’s the odd man out, trying his best to get the attention of Maya’s friend, Tiffany. She seems more interested in the bride’s sister, Rory—I can’t wait to see him figurethat one out.
The bailiff guides us to the lobby to make room for the next couple, and we take separate limos to the reception at Manhattan Penthouse. As soon as the car door closes, she throws her thigh over mine, her hand in my lap. It happens so fast, I jump.
“We’re only going forty blocks. Are you sure you want to start something?” I ask, my eyes darting nervously to the privacy screen between us and the driver.
“Absolutely,” she answers without hesitation, her hands already unbuckling my belt. “At this time of day, it’ll take the driver at least thirty minutes, and I’ve been wet since I first saw you in that suit.”
I groan when her hand slips into my boxer briefs and grips my length.
“Oh God. Please don’t stop.”
“No promises,” she winks.
Since making up and declaring our love, she’s been insatiable. In the morning before I go to work. At the studio when Denise is out with Cory. We even hooked up in my childhood bedroom during Mom and Dad’s New Year’s Eve party, though we were smooth enough not to get caught. And now, I guess, she’s into the backseat of limos. Not that I’m complaining.
She scoots further down until her knees are on the carpeted floor and takes me in her mouth.
“Kendra,” I hiss. “Your mouth is heaven.”
I’m panting already. Between her hot, wet tongue and her nimble fingers stroking my shaft and balls, I might not make itten blocks, let alone forty. I gently pull her head off, chuckling when she pouts.
