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He grinned, kissing me with a brutal ferocity that had me dripping even wetter. I didn’t need him to play with me. Those heated stares were all the foreplay I needed.

As his hard dick brushed along my thigh, I tried to push against it.

He dragged his hand down my side to grip my leg. His fingers dug into the underside of my thigh as he lifted my leg. Up and over, he held me and pushed me open wider. Then he rose up. I looked down, the same as he did, to watch his long, thick cock slide into me.

A slow, dragging thrust.

“Kaden,” I begged. It was so filthy but so right, the sight of him plowing into me and stretching me so good. He kissed me as he thrust into me with measured, long strokes. This was no teasing buildup. I was ready to explode and suck that dick deep into my pussy. The muscles in his neck strained as he tried to control himself from letting go too soon.

No teasing.

He was savoring me.

With one more hard drive, he growled, jerking and throbbing as he spilled his orgasm into me. His fingers bit into my leg, and hearing his hard rumble of satisfaction, I careened into an orgasm. The tension snapped. My climax punched into me so hard that I cried out.

And as we calmed down, catching our breaths, I felt a tear slip over my cheek.

A tear of joy.

A tear of gratitude that I’d found the only man I could ever love this deeply.

55

KADEN

I should have told her.

Last night after I made love to Brooke, I should have told her that I loved her. I’d never come that hard, and I knew it had to be the way I felt about her. Addicted and so complete. She’d fallen asleep, and I gave in and did too. We both needed to rest before the wedding.

And now, standing in this crowded room, getting ready with the others, I felt like I hadn’t gotten nearly enough sleep.

Dad had wanted to have breakfast with me and Kody. One last meal as just the three of us, he’d said. I’d only gotten a few hours of rest. Kody hadn’t looked any better—a late date, he said.

Dad was alert and smiling, excited for this big day. Kody liked to say I was the emotional one who had a soft side, but when Dad told us both how proud he was of us, my brother looked damn near tears.

“It’ll always be us together against the world, boys,” he said. “But now, it’s time to let a little more love into our lives.”

I already had. I wasn’t the groom, but I could share in his words of wisdom. I’d let love in all right, and as soon as I could get a moment alone with Brooke, I’d tell her.

A moment alone with her seemed like an impossible feat. Instead of going back to her place or her coming to mine to get ready, she was already on the go. She did her “routine” of a workout and healthy breakfast. Then she had a hair appointment with a woman she seemed slightly intimidated by.

I shook my head, inspecting my reflection in the mirror. I couldn’t even remember all of it. The girls had a whole itinerary of things to do, and I only hoped she wouldn’t experience any anxiety about it. The hairdresser thing seemed comical, not a true worry about her looks. But the rest—the makeup and getting ready stuff—I hoped she could hold on to the confidence to know she was beautiful, inside and out.

I noticed little hints and signs of her coming to love her skin, to appreciate her own worth. And I wouldn’t stop. I would make sure to remind her of her beauty and worth every single day.

We’d get there. I’d never quit on the work in progress.

I smiled, wondering if Kody was right. If I might be next. I paused to look around the room, knowing most of these men would be doing this all over again if I were to get married.

My uncles would be in the pews waiting to watch the ceremony, not stand in here putting on their ties. The cousins over there, adjusting their cufflinks, might be my groomsmen, alongside Tristan and a couple of other friends. And Kody.

I glanced at him as he winced. Pamela adjusted his boutonniere, seeming to stab him with the pin by the grimace on his face.

“If you’d just hold still,” she scolded as I approached them.

He’d be my best man, no doubt.

Don’t get ahead of yourself. I smiled as I watched him roll his eyes.