She looked from the ring to my face and back to the ring. Then she dropped to her knees and flung her arms around me. “Yes!”
Laughing, I hugged her back.
She cried against my shoulder. “You don’t have to?—”
“June Bug, you’d better not finish that sentence. I want you. You’re mine.”
She sniffled and pulled back, a wide smile on herface. I removed the square-cut diamond with delicate smaller diamonds encrusting the band. It was a style she’d talked about in one interview years ago.Simple but fancy because even country girls liked diamonds.
I slipped the ring on her finger. A perfect fit.
She held her hand toward the window. The ring sparkled. Her mouth dropped open. “I described this ring once. How did you know?”
“I might’ve done more than check up on you. I’m a man obsessed. And I’m so damn grateful to be with you.” I swooped her into my arms.
She laughed and clung to me. I took us to the palatial bathroom—fanciest one I’d ever been in—started the water and stripped her down. When I was undressed, I led her into the shower.
We took our time soaping each other up, and I used extra care on her, admiring the slope of her belly, the curve of her thigh, and those plump tits.
“Rhys, if you don’t get inside me, I’m going to come just from the wicked things you’re doing with the washcloth.”
I tossed the cloth on the little shower bench and crowded June toward the wall. “Can’t have that.”
Water pounded us from six different angles. I hitched her legs around my waist and plunged into her. I had the whole weekend to take my time with her, but this was the first time in our long history together that I’d been inside of her while my ring was on her finger.
She tucked her fingers into my wet hair and tightened her legs. “I can’t believe I’m going to be June Kinkade.”
That gave me pause. “You’re going to change your name?”
She wiggled her hips to encourage me to continue. “TwoKlast names would get confusing for our kids. If you want to have more.”
I didn’t resume thrusting. “Do you?”
“I’ve always dreamed of having kids of my own, and you seem to make really awesome ones.”
Humbled that our dream from so long ago still held firm, I pumped into her. “I want everything you’ll give me.” I kissed a path from the base of her neck to her mouth. “I told you once to fly free, songbird, but I take it back. You’re going to be tied to me forever, and I’ll make sure you get to where you want to go.”
Her climax was building. She was wide open to me and each thrust made her clit scrape against me.
Water ran down her face and dripped off my beard. Steam billowed around us. My orgasm pushed at the barriers I had containing it until June was ready to go.
“I want to go wherever you are, Rhys Kinkade.”
“We’re already here. So come for me, baby.”
She exploded around me, her walls clenching and rippling over my cock. With a growl, I let my release go. Every time with her was more powerful than the last.
Several minutes later, we were dried off and tucked in a bed plusher than I’d ever slept in before. June was nestled in the crook of my shoulder and her breathing was already even.
I let sleep claim me, knowing that for the rest of my life if I had to leave June’s bed, I’d always know I was coming back.
EPILOGUE
June
Bethany streaked into the apartment. We’d just finished a whirlwind day at Disneyland. “This is even more fun than last year!”
Hannah danced into the place, her arms full of stuffed animals and her mouse ears still on her head. “I wanna swim!”
