EPILOGUE
I stand at the altar in my three-piece suit, the bolo tie from my dad’s saved things snug at my throat, the silver slide cool against my freshly shaved jaw.
It’s the first time in years I’ve gone clean-shaven, and the breeze feels strange on my skin, but nothing compares to the way my heart is hammering right now.
The music shifts, soft and sweet, and then I see them.
Sadie first, my beautiful, sweet girl with those wild chestnut curls bouncing as she walks down the aisle in her little white dress, clutching a basket of petals, little nails painted pink.
And right beside her, holding her hand, is my gorgeous wife, Quinn.
My chest actually aches at the sight. My Quinn. My wife. The woman who started as a convenient wife on paper and somehow became the love of my damn life. She saved my life, in fact.
She looks like every dream I’ve ever had, in the flesh, gorgeous… and all mine.
The dress she’s wearing is pure sin and elegance wrapped together.
A sweetheart bodice that hugs her full breasts, delicate lace trailing over her shoulders and down her arms. The skirt flows soft and romantic until that high slit on one side reveals a flash of smooth thigh.
Damn, it’s enough to make my mouth go dry.
Her long blonde hair falls in loose waves down her back, catching the sunlight like spun gold. And on her feet? Bright red cowboy boots that she bought just for today, peeking out from under the hem like a secret commitment to ranch life.
She’s smiling at me—tender, radiant, and a little shy—and my heart damn near explodes with how much I love her. This isn’t pretend anymore. This is real. She chose me. I chose her. Forever.
Sadie reaches me first and I scoop her up for a quick hug, pressing a kiss to her curls before setting her gently aside. Then Quinn is there, slipping her hand into mine, her fingers warm and steady.
The officiant speaks, but I barely hear a word until it’s time for the vows.
I go first, keeping it short because anything more and my voice might crack.
“Quinn, you walked into my life when I didn’t know I needed saving.
You gave me a home, a family, and a love I never thought I’d be worthy of.
Today I’m not just marrying the woman who made my world make sense, I’m promising you every beat of my heart, every sunrise, and every single day after.
You’re my forever, darlin’. I love you more than I know how to say. ”
Quinn’s eyes shine with tears as she takes her turn, her voice lined with a gentle tenderness that makes my heart swell.
“Landry, from the moment our paths crossed, you became my unexpected miracle. You taught me that love isn’t always loud or planned—it can be quiet strength, warm hands, and a heart that chooses you every single day.
You’ve given me laughter in the hard times, safety in the storms, and a love so deep it feels like coming home.
Today I give you all of me—my dreams, my tomorrows, my forever.
I am yours, completely and utterly, for as long as we both shall live. ”
We use Love’s bands as our wedding bands, and exchange rings. When the officiant says “You may kiss your bride,” I pull her close and kiss her like the whole world has narrowed down to just us. It’s slow, deep, and full of every single promise I made.
Later, under the strings of lights, we cut the cake together.
It's a three-tiered vanilla bean with soft pink icing, and on top sits a little custom topper: her pink cowboy boots next to my old rodeo belt buckle. Sadie giggles as we feed each other our first bites, the sweet vanilla melting on my tongue. Quinn laughs when a bit of pink frosting ends up on my nose, and I can’t stop staring at her—my wife, really and truly my wife now—glowing in the evening light.
All through the dancing and the toasts, one thought keeps burning hot in my blood: I can’t wait to get her alone.
With Sadie tucked in for a sleepover with Grandma Diane and Auntie Lane at the Sable Sky Inn, where they’re staying for the next few days, my mind is free and the night is ours.
When we finally slip away to the ranch, we head upstairs silently. Our bedroom door barely clicks shut before Quinn turns to me with that wicked little smile I adore so much.
“Our deal still good, cowboy?” she muses, smirking in a way that makes my cock stiff. “You’re still mine to use when I please, isn’t that right?” Her husky voice has me groaning.
I nod, and she commands me to strip, and I do without hesitation. Something about wedding clothes on my bedroom floor has my mind reeling. We really got married. She’s really mine.
Before I know it, she’s tugging my bolo tie loose, spinning me toward the chair by the window. She cinches my wrists tight behind the back of the chair with the silky length of it, knotting it securely. I test the bonds—firm, but not painful. Just enough to make my pulse race.
She straddles me slowly, hiking up that gorgeous dress around her hips, the slit parting wide to show miles of bare thigh. No panties.
Fuuuck.
She sinks down onto me bare, hot and slick, taking every inch in one smooth glide until I’m buried to the hilt inside her.
“Fuck, Quinn…” I groan, head falling back.
She rides me hard, hands braced on my shoulders, blonde hair tumbling wildly around us.
Her breasts bounce with every roll of her hips, the sweetheart bodice barely containing her.
She moves faster, chasing her pleasure, her moans filling the room until she clenches around me and comes with a sharp cry, her body shuddering through every wave.
Still, she doesn’t stop.
My insatiable little wife.
Still trembling, she keeps rocking, using me for her second orgasm—greedy, beautiful, relentless. Her nails dig into my chest as she grinds down, chasing another peak until she shatters again, gasping my name like a prayer.
“Landry, Landry, Landry!”
Then she’s up, untying me just long enough to push me toward the bed. Our bed.
She climbs on all fours, that dress rucked up around her waist, red cowboy boots still on, and looks back at me over her shoulder.
“Like this,” she says, voice raw. “But hold still, Landry. Let me fuck you.”
I grip her hips, sinking into her from behind in one deep thrust. She’s so wet, so tight, still pulsing from before. I obey—holding perfectly still on my knees while she rocks back onto me, bouncing hard, setting her own punishing rhythm.
Flexing my abs, I try hard not to come yet, to let her use me how she sees fit, but my god, this is hot.
The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, mixed with her moans and my ragged breathing.
Sweat slicks our bodies. It’s feral and passionate, and somewhat desperate between us right now.
Every bounce drives me deeper, her ass rippling with the force of it, her blonde hair sticking to her damp back.
I feel her tighten again, hear the way her breath hitches, and then she’s coming a third time with a broken cry, pushing back onto me so hard I see stars. I follow right after, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan, my hands bruising on her hips as pleasure tears through me.
We collapse together, sweaty and spent, her red boots tangled in the sheets, my arms wrapped tight around my wife.
“I love you,” I whisper against her hair, heart still pounding.
She smiles, soft and sated, curling into me. “I love you more.”
We fall asleep like that—happy, married, and completely wrapped up in one another.
Forever starts tonight.