Epilogue #2
Killian sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’ve said that before. We both know you fall easily—”
“Not like this.” My words cracked out raw, certain. “I’m in love with her. Not to get into her pants. Not some short-lived puppy love. This is real. The Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet kind of love.”
He stared me down, skeptical as hell, waiting for the punchline. Waiting for me to crack like I always do.
So I did the only thing that felt right. I dropped to my knees in front of him, like a man fighting for his one true love.
He sighed, exasperated. “Oh, good Lord.”
“She makes me a better man, a better person… a better Blaine,” I said, my voice steady despite the ridiculous position I was in.
His glare sharpened. “Get your ass up off the floor.”
“No.” I shook my head, stubborn to the bone. “This is the only way I can express how much she means to me. You can mock me all you want. You know even you can’t hide from the face of true love.”
“I sure wish I could…” he muttered before he let out another slow, suffering sigh.
Though this one wasn’t unconvinced or not approving.
It was acknowledgment. Not acceptance but a glimpse of understanding that made my sliver of hope for his approval grow tenfold.
Not that I needed it, but having it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
For a second, I swore I saw his expression flicker… something between “you’re an idiot” and “maybe you’re right.”
“Can’t believe you managed to keep this of all things a secret.” He shook his head.
I shrugged. “Had to let a few out of the bag every now and then to ease the pressure of it.”
He stared at me, silent. Thinking.
Then, finally, he flicked a hand through the air and let out a sigh that sounded way too much like resignation.
“Fine, you have my blessing,” he grumbled.
And just like that, I was smiling like the goddamn Cheshire Cat.
He didn’t stick around to bask in my victory, of course. Just turned and walked off… probably back to his wedding, doing his best to erase the image of his best man and maid of honor sneaking off behind the live band to get freaky.
Speaking of the maid of honor—
My beautiful Sunshine popped her head into the door, looking down the hall at Killian striding away, before she rushed into the room. “What did he say?” she asked adorably as I chuckled from the ground.
“We have his blessing.”
Her lips parted, surprise flashing across her face before a slow, radiant smile broke through. “You’re serious?”
“Of course I am, baby.”
The grin remained plastered on my face as I was essentially tackled to the ground by her hug and smothering kisses to my face.
Her laughter rang out, soft and breathless, each press of her lips making me forget where the hell we even were.
My arms locked tight around her waist, Blaine Jr. loving every moment of her sexy little body pressed against mine, my lips hungrily devouring hers.
I flipped us in one smooth motion, pinning her with my body beneath me on the carpet. Her hands wrapping around my neck, pulling me in impossibly closer.
When we pulled away for air, I rested my head against hers. “Tell me you love me,” I murmured, and she giggled, kissing my nose, cheek, and lips in that order after every word.
“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss.
Her laughter melted into mine, the sound buzzing low in my chest as I nipped at her bottom lip. I didn’t want to let her go, not for anything… not even the damn reception happening a few doors away.
But the muffled hum of music and clinking glasses seeped back into focus, dragging reality between us.
She smoothed her hands down my chest, eyes sparkling with that mix of mischief and sweetness that always wrecked me.
“So… best man…” she teased, her fingers catching the edge of my tie, tugging just enough to make me lean closer. “You’re supposed to be giving a toast in a minute or so.”
“And you…” I grinned, brushing my thumb along her jaw “…my little sexy maid of honor, are supposed to be giving a sappy speech to bore the crowd.”
“We should probably get back out there then,” she whispered, her hot little tongue dragging up my neck as I groan low in my throat.
“We probably should,” I murmured.
“They’ll be wondering where we went.” She kissed just below my ear.
“Probably.” I groaned, her hand palming me through my slacks like she had no intention of letting me walk out of this room with an ounce of dignity.
I kissed her hard, biting down on her bottom lip before I practically growled into her mouth.
“You think it's rude?” She breathed against my lips. “To sneak off in the middle of a wedding to have sex, well… twice?”
Her sudden gasp broke into a moan as I ground against her, my hands already dragging her dress up her thighs again.
“I’d imagine it's likely frowned upon…” I shrugged. “The pastor who officiated the wedding would have a few choice words for us right about now…” I nipped at her neck as she pulled me closer, another moan surfacing from her throat.
“But don’t worry, baby… this’ll be our little secret.”
I kissed her slowly, tasting forever on her lips. And maybe I’d never been good at keeping secrets—maybe I’d spill this one before the night was over. But she’d taught me how to keep her, how to hold something sacred, hide it from the world because it was yours.
And finally… fucking finally, she was mine.
And if she’s the only secret left I have to tell? My little secret in discretion, then fuck… that’s one I don’t mind everyone knowing.
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