Epilogue 2 Kai
I wasn't entirely sure Mary was going to let me get away with my non-proposal at the gala.
Apparently, allowing Father Peter to believe we were engaged and then kissing her senseless in front of everyone, including my bosses, didn't technically count as asking.
Women.
Complicated creatures.
Good thing I like this one.
A lot.
Mrs. Donahue had apparently decided she liked me too.
Because when I dropped Mary off after the gala, her mother stood in the doorway with Arnold Miller beside her and announced very casually, “Don't wait up for us. Arnold and I are going dancing after this, but, um, we’d like the house to ourselves when we return.”
Then she winked.
Actually winked.
At me.
Mary covered her face, blushing to the roots of her hair.
And I just barked a laugh and said, “Yes, ma’am.”
And suddenly I understood exactly where Mary got her sass from.
Which was how, thirty minutes later, I found myself leading my woman out the door and racing back to my penthouse.
“Oh, Kai!”
Her mouth falls open when she sees what I’ve got waiting for her.
Hands flying up to cover it.
And God, she's beautiful.
Tiny white lights glow everywhere.
Soft music drifts from hidden speakers.
Rose petals lead across the hardwood floors.
Into the bedroom.
Where I'd spent two hours making myself crazy trying to arrange roses into something heart shaped.
Don't judge me.
I had YouTube tutorials.
There’s champagne.
Chocolate-covered strawberries.
And sitting right in the center of the bed—a little blue box.
“Kai?”
She turns.
And by then I'm already on my knees.
Not because I'm graceful.
Because I know exactly where I want to be.
And because seeing her standing there in that green dress from this angle?
Christ.
Worth every second.
“I got something to ask you, Mary Donahue.”
Her eyes fill immediately.
“But first—”
My voice catches.
Actually catches.
Because I've jumped out of helicopters.
Taken bullets.
Worked in war zones.
And somehow saying these three words is the scariest thing I've ever done.
“I love you.”
She makes the sweetest sound.
Half sob.
Half laugh.
“You love me?”
I smile.
“Baby, I love you so fucking much.”
Tears spill down her cheeks.
“And I want you to marry me.”
Her hand flies to her mouth.
“I want you to live with me.”
Another tear.
“I want you beside me when I'm eighty and yelling at kids to get off my lawn.”
That makes her laugh.
“I want Sunday coffee and Christmases and family dinners and all the boring stuff.”
I swallow hard.
“I want everything.”
“Do you really mean it?”
The question breaks my heart.
Because she still doesn't know.
Still doesn't understand.
“No one's here but you and me, Firecracker.”
I open the box.
The diamond catches the light.
“I mean every damn word.”
Silence.
Beautiful silence.
Then—she answers.
“Yes.”
I blink.
“What?”
She laughs through her tears.
“Yes, Kai.”
More tears.
“Yes.”
She drops to her knees with me.
Throws herself into my arms.
And suddenly she's crying and laughing and kissing me all at once.
“I love you too,” she whispers against my mouth.
And just like that?
My whole world changes.
I slide the ring onto her finger.
Perfect.
Everything about her is perfect.
“Stand up, Baby,” I tell her because having her close and not touching her isn’t happening.
She obeys and I can feel my cock thumping inside my slacks, I undo them quickly, then my hands are busy pushing up her skirt.
“You went out like this? Fuck,” I growl, hissing as I tug the sheer thong she has on down her legs.
“Oh, Kai, hurry,” Mary whimpers and I crawl on my fucking knees with my hands on her ass and my lips on her thighs until I feel the bed behind her.
I push her back so she’s sprawled and spread her legs wide.
“Christ, Firecracker, you know what you do to me? Look at how soaked you are,” I moan and fall into her pussy.
I suck in a breath, just swallowing down her flavors as I press my open mouth to her sweet lips.
She’s wet. And hot. And so damn delicious.
Our breathing is heavy, and Mary tangles her hands in my hair as I eat her out with gusto.
I’m ravenous for her—only her.
“Tell me again, Firecracker. Tell me you’ll be my wife.”
“Y-yes, oh God, yes. I’ll be your wife.”
That does it, I plunge two fingers inside her tight heat and work them in and out while I clamp my lips over her tight clit.
My tongue laps at her. I even use my teeth.
And she’s so good, so hot for me, Mary comes apart on my fingers and tongue.
I move quickly, stripping off my clothes and pulling her skirt up to her waist and her bodice down, so her tits spill free.
Fuck.
She’s so damn beautiful.
Sexy, hot—and mine.
I crawl up her body, and finally, I push inside her.
“Christ, Firecracker, you feel like home,” I growl as I absorb the feeling of her surrounding every inch of me.
She is everywhere.
Everything.
Inside every nook and cranny of my heart.
And I show her.
I show her all of it.
With my body.
With every touch.
With every kiss.
With every promise I don't even have to say out loud.
“It’s so good,” I groan as I slide my dick in and out of her sweet heat.
“Kai!”
She wraps herself around me, holding on tight, and lifts her big green gaze to mine, and I swear to God, it gets even better.
When I look down and see her sweet body moving in time with the rhythm I set, I realize something.
Mary Donahhue is my soulmate.
My destiny.
She is it for me.
For years, I thought I wasn't built for this.
For love.
For forever.
Turns out I was just waiting for her.
My Firecracker.
My wife-to-be.
My future.
And later, when we’ve exhausted ourselves on loving each other until we can’t move, and the lights are low and she's curled against me beneath the covers, breathing softly and stealing strawberries off the tray I'd arranged—I hold her close.
I kiss her softly.
And I think how strange the world is.
I mean, if not for that one arrogant councilman who didn't know when to keep his hands to himself, she might not be here.
Because if Joel Jonas hadn't been a complete piece of shit—I might never have found the woman who changed everything.
“Hey, Kai?”
“Yeah, Baby?”
“You know Father Peter is going to be unbearable now.”
I groan.
She giggles.
And then she snuggles closer.
My fiancée.
Soon-to-be wife.
Forever my girl.
And for the first time in my life—I know exactly where I belong.
With her.
My Firecracker.
Until death do us part.
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