Tangled in Vows (Tangled & Torn #2)

Epilogue

OLIVIA

I long for one more minute, one more hug, one more smile.

SIX MONTHS LATER

“ H urricane? Where are you?”

Hurried footsteps sound from the hallway, and I try to stay as still as possible. Which isn’t easy, considering I’m on the floor on my knees, but it’ll be worth it.

Hopefully.

If Holden thinks this is stupid, I’ll pretend it never happened.

“Where are—” The bedroom door swings open, and our gazes collide.

My heart thrashes, pumping as though I just ran a race. Exhilarated. Excited.

“Hi.” My voice comes out all breathy.

Holden opens and closes his mouth. Then he raises a finger and says, “One second.”

He walks backward out of the room, his gaze never leaving mine until he absolutely has to. A few seconds later, he hollers, “Arch, I need thirty minutes. Maybe an hour.”

I sigh at Archer’s resounding laughter, knowing what that must have sounded like to him. Not that he’s wrong, but that doesn’t really matter. My already flushed skin grows hotter just as Holden returns, successfully shattering my thoughts.

He stalks toward me, his steps slow and measured. “And here I thought I had a good surprise.”

I swallow. “Happy anniversary.”

“Happy anniversary, Hurricane.” He licks his lips. “Although now it feels more like my birthday than anything.”

He stops right in front of me, his hand immediately reaching for my face. Trailing down the side of it before cupping my cheek and gripping my chin. “Did you get this just for me?”

I nod. “Yes, sir.”

He groans and pushes a finger underneath the strap of the red lingerie set I bought. It’s a lacy one-piece that barely covers my breasts and is adorned with several straps across my torso. It took me a few minutes to get it on, but it was well worth it when I saw my reflection in the mirror. It’s by far the sexiest thing I own.

Holden’s finger traces the outline of the bra, brushing over the swell of my breasts.

My breathing quickens, my chest heaving.

“Damn. You look good enough to eat.”

I flutter my lashes at him. “Not until I get to eat first.”

His cock twitches in his sweatpants. “Does my wife want to play?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What do you want from me?”

Saying the words aloud still doesn’t always come easy, but I push them out because I know how much it turns him on. And turning him on turns me on. “I want to make you forget your name.”

He groans. “Such a good wife.”

He practically rips his sweatpants and shirt off, which puts his hard cock right in front of my face. The silver piercing glints in the light, and I lick my lips at the sight.

I open my mouth and lean forward, but Holden makes a tsking noise.

“No, baby. Make it wet first.”

I look at him in confusion as he fists himself and steps forward. “Spit on it.”

His words have a direct connection to my core because my inner thighs are getting sticky with my arousal.

“I said spit on it.”

He holds his length low enough for me to do what he said. The liquid hits his smooth head, and he lets out a low hiss that I feel deep in my stomach.

My connection with this man has been growing steadily, strengthening with each day together, just like my love for him.

“Such a good fucking girl. Now suck me. Get me all prepared for your sweet cunt.”

I whimper.

He holds my face on both sides and thrusts deep inside my mouth. “You like that?”

I hum around him, trying to breathe steadily through my nose.

“Does it turn you on when I talk about your pussy?”

Another hum.

After a few more thrusts, Holden cusses. “Damn it. I wish we had more time so I could paint those lips with my cum before fucking you boneless. But my surprise is waiting.”

Excitement bubbles in my stomach, and I wonder what he could have gotten for me. He hasn’t given me any hints, and no matter how much I pleaded with Archer or Jax, they’ve stayed silent.

Before I can react, he pulls out of my mouth, bends down, and scoops me into his arms. At the bed, he lays me on it and steps back. Feasting his eyes on me. Admiring me and drinking me in.

I love his gaze on me.

It makes me feel wanted.

It centers me.

It grounds me.

My eyes move to the anchor tattoo on his right hand.

It’s the hand that holds me every night.

The one that brushes my hair back in the most loving way.

The one that traces every outline of my face and body.

The hand that squeezes mine when I need reassurance.

I’m obsessed with the tattoo.

Obsessed with my husband.

“Stop looking at me that way,” Holden growls. “We don’t have much time, but I’m not going to rush things with you either.”

“But I like looking at you.”

“And I like your eyes on me, but they also drive me wild.” He tips his chin up. “Open those beautiful legs for me. Let me see every inch of my surprise.”

I obey and let my legs fall to both sides, staring at Holden so I don’t miss his reaction. And he doesn’t disappoint.

“Fucking hell.” He drags a hand across his face and bites his fist. “Hurricane, your cunt. It’s bare.”

“I know,” I purr, purposefully playing with him now.

He lunges for me, not giving me any time to brace before his tongue and lips are between my thighs. He shows me exactly what I know he’s going to do to me soon with his cock, delving inside, rubbing my clit, playing me the way he knows I crave. I’m putty in his hands, melting into the mattress.

“That’s it, Hurricane.”

I moan. “I wanted to make you forget your name this time, not the other way around.”

“You know how much I love making you come.”

“Still.”

“Fine.” He draws back and climbs up the bed. After devouring my mouth, he moves toward the pillows. “Come here. Sit on my face and drown me in your pussy before you ride me into oblivion.”

I bite my lip to keep from laughing. “You’re ridiculous.”

Apparently, I’m taking too long because Holden grabs me under the arms and yanks me across his body until I’m positioned with my knees next to his head.

“Hurricane, sit. Give me that sweet pussy. I’m starving.”

I comply, knowing he won’t take no for an answer.

His tongue pierces me deep in my core at the same time as his hands dig into my ass cheeks. Kneading them. Smacking them and driving me wild.

His muffled groans. His beard. The way he’s so eager to please.

I hold on to the headboard and come on a scream.

Without giving me a chance to catch my breath, Holden lifts me off his face, shifts me back, and impales me on his cock in one thrust.

“Oh my God.” I convulse around him, my previous orgasm still going. Or maybe it’s a new one. Who the hell knows anymore at this point?

“Fuck, you feel so good.” His hands travel from my hips up my stomach and to my breasts. “And those tits. I will never get enough of them.” He tugs at the different bands around my waist. “This piece. You are so fucking hot. I almost came just seeing you in this on your knees.”

He hits a particular spot inside me that makes me see stars. I moan.

This man.

My man.

My husband.

“I’m so close, baby. Come for me again. Now.” He smacks my butt and pushes against me in a way that has my clit rubbing across his pelvis in the most delicious way.

I wasn’t sure if I could come again so soon, but as usual, I shouldn’t have underestimated Holden’s eagerness to give me as many orgasms as possible. Even if we’re short on time.

“I feel you tightening around me.” His thrusts quicken. “I can’t hold back any longer. Holy shit. Fuuuuuck.”

His orgasm triggers my own, and I’m trapped in a cloud of bliss and moans before I collapse in Holden’s arms.

When I feel his cum drip out of me, I press back and peek at him. “Good surprise?”

“The best.” He captures my lips in a slow kiss.

“What’s your name?”

He shrugs. “Who cares? The only thing that matters is that I know who you are.”

“Oh yeah?” I smile. “And who am I?”

“You’re mine.”

Holden pulls me through the kitchen, out the patio doors, and down the path that leads to Archer’s pool house.

The man in question slips out the door before we make it there and slams it closed behind him. He grins at me. “Hey.”

“Hey.” I’m sure I’m red from my chest to the tips of my ears.

He looks back and forth between us. “You guys have fun?”

Holden grumbles. “Fuck off, Arch.”

Archer only laughs. At this point, it’s pretty much his hobby to push Holden’s buttons, especially regarding me.

Holden peers at the pool house and the drawn curtains. “Everything okay in there?”

Archer nods. “Just peachy.”

His phone pings with a notification, and he gets it out of his pocket—something he has done a lot this week. Holden and I have been wondering if it has to do with the woman we caught Archer staring at last week. She left the Fox Hideout with a baby in her arms, and we’ve seen him checking the security footage more often than usual since then. It’s like he’s trying to catch another glimpse of her. I wanted to ask him about it, but Holden said he’ll tell us when he’s ready.

Archer’s lost in thought until a bark snaps him out of it.

I glance toward the pool house. “Is Stormy in there?”

“She is.” He chuckles. “Are we ready?”

Holden turns to me. “You ready for your surprise?”

I blow out a breath, still having no idea what to expect. “I think?”

Archer walks to the door and opens it.

Stormy bolts out of it, as if she’s been locked up for days. Such a drama queen. But she’s not alone. A large black-and-white dog bounds outside after her. It only takes him a split second to realize there are newcomers, and he stops and makes his way toward us. He accepts Holden’s pets before he slowly sniffs my hand.

“Hurricane, this is Hugo. He’s an Akita who needed a home. I thought it was time to expand our family and get someone for Stormy to play with too.”

My eyebrows draw together. “You got me a dog?”

“I did.” He squeezes my hand.

It takes some time for the blurriness to subside and for the dog to fully come back into focus. “Hi, Hugo. Welcome home.”

He’s adorable, with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth and his unique eyes—one blue and one brown, with black fur circles around them.

I continue to pet him but stare at Holden. “Where did you get him?”

“From the shelter.”

I lean against him. “Thank you. I love him.”

We’ve talked about getting more dogs before, but the timing wasn’t the best with everything going on with my album release. But now that it’s finally done and over with, and I decided not to extend my contract with my label, it’s perfect.

Everyone was shocked when I announced a break from my music. But even though it’s scary, I know it’s the right thing to do. After everything that happened, I deserve a break. We deserve a break.

I want to enjoy some downtime with my husband and focus on us without my hectic schedule and my career’s constant stress and pressure. I’m not done with music and never will be, but it was time to hit the brakes and take a hard look at my life and my priorities.

Music makes me happy and is my calling.

But so are Holden and my friends.

As if on cue, Phoenix and Evie walk through the patio doors, immediately charged by the dogs.

My family.

They are what truly matters and what makes me happy.

And now I’m going to focus on only them for a while without distractions, without someone breathing down my neck, without someone being after us.

While the future matters, it’s not everything. The now is what I don’t want to miss. If everything with Lyndsay has taught me one thing, it’s that nothing is ever guaranteed. You never know when someone might suddenly vanish from your life.

Holden throws two balls across the yard, and we watch the dogs scramble after them.

“Happy anniversary, Hurricane.” Holden wraps his arms around me and captures my lips with his.

I lean into his embrace and sigh. “Happy anniversary. I love you.”

“You’re my life.”