Epilogue
Jorge
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Hoping I wasn’t thefoolish idiot I thought I might be, I asked Destiny to marry me right after our picnic table adventure. Dios, I don’t know what I would have done if she’d refused me.
Now three months later as fall is settling over the Sandhills, we’re finally getting married. She’s using the cabin where we first stayed as a dressing room. Alice has taken her matron of honor duties seriously and along with the ranch wives has gone crazy over this wedding. It makes Des happy, so I’m happy.
I’m also more nervous than I’ve ever been. Pacing the length of the pool deck doesn’t help. Cranky pants Chavez makes an appearance and chases away anyone who attempts to calm me. Only when I’m alone can I fight the doubts and my personal hang ups by focusing on the past months, not this singularly important day.
After constructing the barn and goat enclosures there wasn’t time to build the house we designed together, so once we had basic utilities connected, we brought in a mobile home. Simple, basic, and our home. A true home filled with love and laughter. A few fights of course, and then make up sex. We’ve never gone to bed angry with each other.
I’m surprised how much I enjoy watching over the goats. My little cabras. Learning how to milk them was an interesting experience and Des is much better at it than I am. She enjoys working with Dilyn on creating the soaps and lotions, too.
Des decided to step back from television work, too, although she says she’d consider doing a short series if the show was a good fit. Selfishly I hope she’s never tempted. I need my woman at my side, not god knows where filming some damn television show.
Mierda. I need to get it together. Staring at the sparkling ripples from the small fountain spouts in the pool slows my breathing.
“Hey, Chavez.”
I straighten my shoulders and turn slowly at Destiny’s stage whisper. She’s peeking around the corner of the wall and gestures to me. “Come here.”
“I thought I wasn’t supposed to see the bride before the ceremony.” The force of my love for this woman moves me toward her.
“Stupid tradition. I bet someone made it up back when people were married by arrangement and they didn’t want the groom to run if he didn’t like what he saw.”
“Interesting theory.”
Arching her brows, she gestures with her head toward the towel storage room. I nod and follow her, shutting the door securely behind us. “What’s this all ab—”
She launches herself into my arms to press sweet kisses against my mouth. I need more and take control. Careful not to crush the fine silk of her wedding dress in my fists or disrupt the intricate curls of her hair, I pour my love and devotion into our kiss.
Breathless we inch apart. “I love you, Jorge,” she says.
“You are my heaven, Destiny. My earth. My everything. I love you.”
“I couldn’t wait to see you, all handsome in your tux.” She smooths her palms over my chest then lower, curling her fingers over my dick. “Mmm.”
Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I ease from her enticing touch. “Stop that. I’m not standing in front of our guests with a boner.”
Her lower lip pouts. “But I’m already wet.”
“Dios mío, woman. You’re going to kill me.”
“I guess I’ll settle for another of your kisses.”
Carefully resting my hands on her bare shoulders, I caress her neck with my thumbs and lower my mouth to hers. Gentle, undemanding, and so powerful my knees threaten to give out. I could kiss her like this forever.
There’s a discrete knock on the door followed by Alice’s voice. “It’s about time, you two. I’ll need a couple minutes to fix Des’s makeup.”
We step back and I chuckle at the slight smear of lipstick marring Des’s smile. “She’s right.”
Destiny touches my mouth. “You need attention too. This is a better color on me than on you.”
She takes my hand. I follow her to the doorway and we share another brief kiss before she reaches for the knob. “Come on, Chavez. Let’s get married.”
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