Her whole body seizes as her back arches, her pussy clamping down so hard I see stars.
She screams my name as her walls pulse violently around me, milking every inch as she comes apart.
Wetness floods between us, soaking my cock, my thighs, the sheets.
I can’t hold on anymore.
Burying myself as deep as I can, I groan gutturally, my cock pulsing, spilling inside her. Pulse after pulse until I’m shaking, until I’ve filled her so full I can feel the excess leaking out around me.
We stay locked together, panting, trembling, as our foreheads press together.
I kiss her tears away, soft now, tender.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper. “And you’re all mine. Forever.”
She smiles through the tears and pulls me down until my full weight is on her.
“Forever,” she says, caressing the scarred skin along my cheek, “I can’t wait to marry you.”
I kiss her slowly as I’m still buried inside her.
“Two hours,” I murmur against her lips. “Then you’re officially Mrs. Hayes.”
layla
As the doors creak open and all sounds seem to fade, the soft shuffle of dresses, the quiet hum of a piano somewhere behind me, until all I hear is the pounding of my own heartbeat.
Reed’s at the altar.
Fuck.
He’s standing there in a black suit, his hair slicked back, his scruffy mustache tamed yet still him.
His brothers flank him, Maverick grinning like a fool, Carter’s hand steady on his shoulder.
Amelia and Catalina stand on opposite sides, their tears shining through.
And there’s Reed. My Reed.
The man who held me when I was nothing but broken pieces and made me believe I could be whole again—the man who never once looked away from the scars, his or mine.
I take a breath and begin walking, each step sinking into the old wooden floorboards as the train of my lace gown whispers behind me. The veil catches the sunlight, turning its edges into soft white fire.
In my hands, the sunflower bouquet feels vibrant and warm, with its bright yellow standing out against the pale ivory of my dress.
Reed’s eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, he seems like he might stop breathing. His lips part, revealing thetears he’s desperately trying to hold back.
Maverick nudges him gently, whispering something that makes Reed let out a shaky laugh, but his eyes remain fixed on me.
Every step closer feels like a lifetime of memories—the morning I showed up at his door, the paint-stained afternoons, the motorcycle rides through open fields, and the nights at the bar when the world finally felt safe again.
It all led to this.
I finally reach him, and he exhales as if he’s been holding his breath since we first met.
His hand reaches out, palm open. I slip mine into his, and it feels exactly as it did that first time, steady, sure,home.
The officiant’s voice fades into the background as the sunlight shifts. It’s warm on my face and bright on the scar along his jaw. I swear Mama Hayes is somewhere in that light, smiling.
