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"You like it when Daddy takes you rough, don't you, sweetheart? Like feeling me use your little hole?" Judah growls in my ear, his pace faltering slightly when I clench the muscles of my sex to make myself tighter for him. "Tell me."
I feel more wetness flooding over his cock. "Yes, Daddy!"
"Fuck, Is." he ducks his head, kissing and biting my neck and breasts as his thrusts become shallow and frantic. He's close. “You’re mine now. Do you hear me, sweetheart?Mine. I'll want you until they put me in the ground. Do you believe me?"
I nod, clinging to him as fresh tears pour down the sides of my face, and Judah stills above me, his cock shoved deep inside me, spilling.
“I’m going to get you pregnant.” He whispers, voice rough with emotion. “Going to give you a family, Issy.A real family.I’ve always wanted that, and I think you have too, so we’re going to make one together.”
He's right.
He's still inside me, softening, and our heartbeats are just starting to slow when I begin to laugh. It's a hysterical, joyful sound that I'm absolutely positive I've never made before like all these things I'm feeling are so big they can't be contained inside me anymore. "I'm in love with you. Like,reallyin love with you." I laugh some more, staring up into Judah's face. He looks like I'm feeling-awed.
One hand cradles my jaw as he leans forward to kiss me, silencing my laughs. I'll never get used to how good it feels to touch him like this or feel connected to another person. "I'm in love with you too, Issy," Judah murmurs when we finally break apart, pressing his forehead to mine. "All that shit? School and work and your family? We will figure it out. I want you as is."
He's right. Who we are and the things we want, those are the most important. Everything else is just details.
Chapter Fifteen
Judah
ReubenandEvie'sweddingday begins with the news that John and Caroline left late last night.
The official reason that's been circulated throughout the extended family is that the wife of a dear friend needed surgery, and John happens to be an expert in the procedure. Apparently, Evie gave her wholehearted support and begged her parents to leave early. The less official reason, known only to the bride, groom, maid of honor, and myself, is that Evie asked them to leave.
"Evie and Caroline had it out about Isobel last night after the dinner," Reuben informs me under his breath as we stand off to the side, watching guests begin to take their seats on the beach for the ceremony. "Caroline wouldn't take accountability for anything, John tried to jump in and defend her, but Evie shut it down. She accused Caroline of slapping Isobel when she found out about the two of you. When Caroline confirmed it, she told them she didn't want them here." There's unmistakable pride in his voice, but just the thought sends a sharp stab of regret through me.
Issy told me about the confrontation with her mother late last night, with the agreement I wouldn't do or say anything about it to her parents until the wedding was over for Evie and Reuben's sake. I've felt so fucking guilty that my actions caused that, but my daughter-in-law ensured some good came out of it. John and Caroline didn't deserve to be here for either of their daughters, and I'm ridiculously proud of them.
"You couldn't have done better. That's one hell of a wife you've found." I tell Reuben, looking back toward where the last guests seem to be taking their seats. I didn't think today would make me feel like this, but I've been a sappy mess since I woke up. My son is getting married today. When I got that invitation months ago, it felt like the end of something, like my window for happiness had closed, and it was all downhill from here.
I was so wrong it's almost comical. This isn't the end at all, it's a new beginning, and I'm so full of joy and hope I physically can't wipe the smile off my face.
The officiant nods to Reuben, who gives me one last tight hug before going to stand beneath the chuppah, his groomsmen following. I sit beside Kennedy and Tom in the front row just as quiet classical music begins to play, and all the guest's hushed voices fall away. They couldn't have timed the ceremony better, the sun is just starting to set, and the sky is painted pink and orange.
Evie's bridesmaids come first, dressed in gold and holding bouquets of white orchids.
I don't realize I'm holding my breath until Issy appears at the end of the aisle, and all the air rushes out of me. Her hair is braided loosely over one shoulder, and she's wearing a longer version of the satin dress all the bridesmaids wear. She's beaming and so fucking beautiful I have to remind myself to blink. I keep thinking about what she told me last night about her worries that she isn't good enough for me or that I'll regret her.
Isobel Bradley has given me everything, her love, her trust, her future, and it'smewho shouldn't feel worthy.
As she passes me and takes her place beside the chuppah, she grins over her shoulder, winking right at me, and I feel Kennedy stiffen.
"I thought it was my imagination." She huffs under her breath as the music changes, and we get to our feet. "Really, Judah? I liked her for Nolan."
I bite back a laugh, glancing at her youngest son, who stands beside Reuben as best man. Even now, he keeps glancing hopefully over at Issy, obviously wondering if any of the best man, maid of honor stereotypes will hold true. I can't say I blame him, she's the most radiant woman I've ever seen, but unfortunately for Nolan, she's looking right at me.
The crowd murmurs when Evie appears at the end of the aisle, practically glowing in her simple white gown. Since John left last night, she's alone, but not for long. Reuben reaches her before she's made it even a quarter of the way up the aisle and kisses her deeply right there. Some people laugh, but mostly I see shining eyes and watery smiles as the bride and groom make their way back up the aisle together.
Somewhere between the ceremony and the reception, I lose track of Issy.
Reuben and Evie are swarmed by well-wishers when they enter the room, and I barely had a chance to congratulate them before being bumped out of the way by heavily perfumed Aunt Janice. I'm about to head to the bar when I catch sight of a single figure in the distance, lingering on the beach behind where the ceremony was held with her feet in the water.
"So, when does your flight leave?" I call as I approach, and Issy turns around, smiling at me.
"If my mother hasn't canceled it?" She scoffs, shaking her head. "Tomorrow afternoon. Yours?"
"The same, actually." We haven't discussed what comes next, but these particulardetailssuddenly feel very important to work out. I reach her, and the tension leaves my shoulders as she twines her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. "I've been thinking you should change your travel arrangements."
