Epilogue
Raemina
One year later
The wind rustled through my hair as I walked into the backyard of Gunner and I’s cabin, on the arm of my new father-in-law.
A long pathway lined with flowers led to two people I loved more than anything in the world- my soon to be husband, Gunner, and my best friend and maid of honor, Trish.
It was a gorgeous warm day in Iron Peak, the sky crystal clear, our backyard decorated like a soft, flowery dream.
We kept the ceremony extremely small. Only Grizz and Trish were invited to our private event. For months, we house hunted for the right cabin to settle down in, one big enough to grow a family, but not so big it caused us to become house poor.
After closing on the deal, we moved in soon after, and I immediately went into wedding planning mode. Trish helped me and together we pulled off exactly what I wanted.
A small, intimate ceremony full of love.
When Grizz and I reached the end of the pathway, he handed me off to Gunner, whose eyes held onto to mine and never once looked away. I hugged Trish quickly before turning to my groom, the most handsome man I’d ever seen.
The justice of peace led us through a quick ceremony, and after reading our vows, she announced us as husband and wife.
Bottles of champagne were popped, and we celebrated with a dinner and reception at The Broken Antler, the town coming out to join us.
I danced the night away with my now hubby and we spent the night worshipping our bodies in all of our favorite ways, ending in the hot tub we bought for the cabin.
Best purchase ever.
In the morning, Gunner and I left for our honeymoon. Yet, I had no idea where we were going. Gunner planned the whole trip as a surprise, with Trish helping along the way. All I knew was to pack for a warm, tropical island.
“I love you.” I curled my body around my husband’s, the bubbles from the jet streams surrounding us. The warm water lapped at our skin and soothed my tired, sore feet.
I couldn’t wait to lie on the beach and do absolutely nothing for two weeks.
Two whole weeks.
No work, no classes.
Just sand, sun, and my handsome hubby.
“I love you more.” Gunner replied before kissing my head, his favorite spot.
“Impossible.”
“I think it’s very possible.” He dipped his head low and kissed me gently before becoming more needy, urgent, dominant.
Before we got carried away, I asked, “Have you ever told me why the top of my head is your favorite spot to kiss?”
“No, I don’t think so. But it’s the scent of your hair. It gets me every time.”
“Then you’re in love with jasmine shampoo. Not me.” I teased.
Gunner squeezed me tight, his hands finding my naked ass beneath the water. He positioned me on his lap, rubbing his hard cock against me. “It’s definitely you, baby.” His eyes blazed with heat.
Desire ran through me, and I moved my hips, positioning myself above his now waiting cock. “Good. It better be.” I sunk down onto his hard, perfect dick, cries of pleasure escaping from deep inside my throat.
“Yes, wife, fuck your hubby. So fucking good.”
And I did. All night long.
THE END
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