Epilogue Two
Garrett
The sun is setting over Pine Hollow, casting a golden hue across the field where we set up the ceremony.
Lights twinkle from the trees, the dance floor creaks with music and laughter, and I’m standing off to the side, watching my wife spin in a circle with Sadie and Annie, laughing like a damn angel.
“Hard to believe, huh?” Sawyer says beside me, handing me a beer. “That we ended up here?”
I shake my head slowly, watching Callie move with grace and mischief. “I never thought I’d get married. Not really. Figured I’d die a grumpy old man in that store.”
Reid chuckles, joining us. “And now you’re all soft and sentimental. Callie did a number on you.”
“I think she just uncovered what was always there,” I admit.
Ben grins from nearby, toasting the air. “It’s always the sunshine ones. They wreck us in the best ways.”
I nod, glancing at each of them. “You’re not wrong. She’s changed everything. For the better.”
Sawyer claps me on the shoulder. “Then don’t just stand here, man. Go dance with your wife.”
I drain my beer and cross the lawn. Callie sees me coming, and her whole face lights up. God, that look never gets old.
“Well, well,” she says, placing her hand in mine. “Are you going to dance, Mr. Pierce?”
“I’ll do anything if I get to hold you.”
She lets me pull her close, her body molding to mine as the music slows. We sway gently under the string lights, her head resting on my chest.
“You nervous?” she asks, teasing.
“About the future? Not at all.”
Her smile softens, and she kisses me sweetly. “Good. Because I plan to keep you falling for a very long time.”
The reception is winding down, and the string lights twinkling above the outdoor patio cast a golden glow over everything. I can still feel Callie’s body pressing against mine from our first dance, her cheek on my chest, her laughter bright and full.
Now she’s mine. Completely. Officially.
She’s radiant in white, her dress hugging her curves, and the soft waves of her hair still tousled from my fingers slipping through them earlier. My hand rests on her back as I guide her through the inn’s hallway, past the last of the well-wishers, until we reach our suite.
The moment the door clicks shut behind us, her arms are around my neck, lips on mine, hungry and unrestrained.
“I still can’t believe you danced,” she breathes against my mouth.
“Didn’t want to. Still did.”
“Because of me?”
“Because I’d do anything for you.”
She pulls back, eyes shining, and then she grins. “At least this time, there’s no tent involved.”
“Don’t tempt me. I could still lay you out on the balcony floor.”
The reception is winding down, and the string lights twinkling above the outdoor patio cast a golden glow over everything. I can still feel Callie’s body pressing against mine from our first dance, her cheek on my chest, her laughter bright and full.
Now she’s mine. Completely. Officially.
She’s radiant in white, her dress hugging her curves, and the soft waves of her hair still tousled from my fingers slipping through them earlier. My hand rests on her back as I guide her through the inn’s hallway, past the last of the well-wishers, until we reach our suite.
The moment the door clicks shut behind us, her arms are around my neck, lips on mine, hungry and unrestrained.
“I still can’t believe you danced,” she breathes against my mouth.
“Didn’t want to. Still did.”
“Because of me?”
“Because I’d do anything for you.”
She pulls back, eyes shining, and then she grins. “At least this time, there’s no tent involved.”
“Don’t tempt me. I could still lay you out on the balcony floor.”
“Garrett!” she laughs, swatting my chest.
But she doesn’t stop me as I lift her into my arms and carry her across the room, laying her gently on the king-sized bed. I take a long moment to look at her, my wife, splayed in white lace and silk, lips parted, pupils wide.
“You’re beautiful, Callie. You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Then don’t just look. Touch me. Fuck me like you mean it.”
The growl that escapes my throat is pure hunger. I kneel beside the bed and start with her heels, slipping them off one by one. My hands trail up her legs, lifting the hem of her dress until I find the lace band of her garter. I tug it off slowly with my teeth, nipping her thigh.
She arches her back with a moan, her hands already working at the bodice of her dress. “Get it off, Garrett. I want to feel your hands all over me.”
I help her out of the dress, watching it slide down her body to reveal creamy skin and barely-there lingerie. She’s wearing white lace that hugs every curve, and I nearly come undone just looking at her.
I grab her hips and flip her onto her stomach, yanking the panties down with rough hands and delivering a sharp smack to her ass. She gasps, looking over her shoulder at me, eyes blazing.
“Did you just—”
“Hell yeah, I did.”
“Do it again.”
I do, watching her shiver with need. Then I bury my face between her thighs from behind, tongue lapping at her swollen folds, dragging over her clit until she’s crying out my name, grinding against my mouth.
I tongue-fuck her until she’s begging, then flip her back over and yank her bra off, taking one nipple into my mouth and rolling the other between my fingers.
“God, you’re filthy,” she pants, tugging at my pants.
“You fucking love it.”
She does. She’s dripping wet, thighs slick, body writhing beneath me as I finally shed my clothes and press the thick head of my cock to her entrance.
“Say it,” I growl, holding her hips steady.
“I love your cock. I love how it fills me up.”
That’s all I need. I slam into her in one long, hard thrust, and her head falls back with a broken moan. We move fast and furious, bodies colliding, sweat slicking our skin. I angle my hips to hit that spot that makes her scream, over and over, until she’s shaking.
I grab her legs and throw them over my shoulders, pounding into her harder, deeper, making the bed creak and her nails rake down my back.
She comes screaming, thrashing beneath me, and I keep going, relentless, until I’m right there with her, spilling deep inside with a growl that echoes through the room.
But we’re not done.
She flips me onto my back, straddles me, riding me with wild abandon while I grip her hips and bite her nipples, groaning through gritted teeth.
“Mine,” I snarl.
“Yours,” she moans, grinding harder.
When we come together again, it’s raw and primal and perfect.
Later, tangled in the sheets, her lips pressed to my chest, and she sighs, “Still not as fun as a tent.”
I chuckle, pulling her close. “Next trip, we pack one.”
And I already know we will. Again and again.