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“I love you, Whitney. We’ve both made mistakes and wish we could take back some things we said and did, but all roads led us back to each other. I can’t imagine the journey ahead with anyone but you. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
“Yes!” As I slip the ring on her finger, she cuddles closer and kisses my face. “I love you, too. Oh, my god, now we’re official!”
Her excitement makes me laugh. I haven’t felt this light in years. “We are.”
“Why do I get the feeling this may be one of the last times you ask rather than demand anything of me?” She grins.
“You know me well.”
“Yes, Sir.” She presses her lips to mine once more.
From there, I take over, already hard for her again. I’m so aroused by the idea of making love to Whitney when she’s wearing nothing but my engagement ring, I can’t wait to get inside her.
Rolling her onto her back, I follow her to the mattress, fasten my mouth over hers, then ease inside her swollen, sweltering pussy with a groan.
Beneath me, she gasps and digs her nails into my shoulders. “Jett!”
“Yes, princess. Want more?”
“Yes. God, yes…” She wraps her legs around me. “But fair warning… I might need help with my job.”
She wants to talk about work now? “If you need sex to do it right, I’m your man.”
Whitney curls her arms around my neck and rocks with me. “I just might. But then I’ll need time off. Unless we start being safer, we’re going to have some babies.”
Ah, she’s figured out the other part of my plan—and she seems blessedly happy with it. “I sure hope so. I want you pregnant now.”
“Me, too.”
After we share bodies, passion, and our love, we fall into a heap, arms around each other. I cup Whitney’s still-rosy cheek. “You happy?”
“Since you’ve made my every dream come true? Yes, Sir.”
EPILOGUE
Sunshine Coast Bed-and-Breakfast, Maui
A month later…
Whitney
Dreams really do come true! Jett has found nearly every moment of every day to prove that to me. He’s worshipped me. He’s kept every promise. And he’s made me fall even more in love with him.
Finally—after a lot of rushed planning and tricky arrangements—we’re standing on the beach at the most beautiful bed-and-breakfast in Maui, just about to say “I do.”
“Are you ready?” my brother asks, looking surprisingly dapper in a pale blue suit.
“Beyond. Thanks for being here and walking me down the aisle.”
“I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. I just want you to be happy.” He kisses my temple and offers me his arm, then he escorts me toward the palms swaying gently in the sunset and my waiting groom.
I’m about to burst with joy.
For the last month, my brother has been a lot different—quiet and contemplative. He started seeing a therapist. He admitted he’s had a drinking problem since college. He started apologizing to me a lot for things he’s done over the years. And he’s doing his best to mend fences with Jett. My husband-to-be, bless him, has been receptive. Guarded, yes. That’s Jett, and Vance burned him horribly once. But they’re working it out. Jett reached out with an olive branch—and offered to let Vance stay on as head of development. My brother reciprocated by inviting Jett to join an upcoming fantasy football league. It’s progress. That’s all I can ask for now.
The inn’s owner, Keeley Reed, sings me down the aisle with her lilting, melodic voice. The gentle music carries on the breeze as my bare feet pad over the white runner, flanked by tiki torches leading me under a trio of arches seemingly braided out of twigs and bright pink flowers. At the end, we stop under a tall white awning framed by soft, draped swaths of white gauze. In front of an altar adorned by a floral garland stands the officiant.
And Jett, waiting for me.
He looks so handsome in tan pants, a billowy white shirt, and a navy jacket. As I approach, his smile turns brilliant. He has eyes only for me. Which is perfect because my heart is only for him.
Vance gives me away. Jett sticks out his hand. My heart threatens to turn over with love.
My brother shakes it, then pulls my fiancé in for a bro hug. “There’s no one I trust more than you to make my sister happy.”
There are a hundred caustic things Jett could say, but he doesn’t. “I love Whitney. I always have. Thank you for your blessing.”
With a final nod, Vance makes his way to my side of the small crowd, consisting mostly of friends and a few cousins, and sits next to my mom. Jett’s side of the aisle is filled with his father and new stepmom, Iris. The woman’s daughter, Calla, recently married Jett’s older brother, Quint. They announced last night that they’re expecting a baby in the spring. His sister Ivy came with her husband Derrick. The younger sister, Lacey, is a wild child. I don’t know if she’ll ever settle down. It will take quite a man to tame her.
