Epilogue
Frost
The Hawaiian air hits us the second we step off the plane, warm, humid, smelling like flowers and ocean salt. Hope's hand is in mine, and she practically bounces on her toes as we walk through the airport.
“I can't believe we're actually here,” she coos.
“Believe it, darlin’.” I squeeze her hand. “Your parents hooked us up.”
The resort is fucking incredible. There are palm trees everywhere, and white sand beaches with crystal-clear water that looks fake.
It's bluer than I’ve ever seen. The hotel lobby is all open-air, with tropical flowers and a fountain in the center.
The staff greets us with leis and champagne.
I try to be polite and patient, but all I can think about is getting Hope alone.
Finally, we get checked in and head up to the honeymoon suite on the top floor.
Hope leans against me, sliding her hand up my chest. “You, okay?”
“I’m ready to get you all to myself.” My voice comes out rougher than I mean it to.
Her eyes darken, and she bites her lip. “Me too.”
The elevator dings, and I practically drag her down the hallway to our room. I swipe the key card and push the door open. Hope gasps as we both take in the room.
Fuck.
The suite is massive. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean, a king-size bed with white linens, rose petals scattered everywhere, and candles on the nightstands. There's a bottle of champagne on ice, a fruit platter, and a balcony with two chairs facing west.
“Frost,” Hope breathes as she steps further inside. “This is—”
I don't let her finish. I kick the door shut, spin her around, and kiss her hard.
She gasps against my mouth, her hands fist my shirt, and I walk her backward until her legs hit the bed. My hands are everywhere. Her waist, her hips, and one slides up under her shirt.
“Need you,” I growl against her lips. “Right fucking now.”
“Yes.” She pulls at my clothes.
I strip her slowly, savoring every inch of skin I reveal. I wish she hadn’t changed at the airport, because getting her naked would’ve been so much faster. Although she probably would’ve killed me if I had torn her dress off her, and how I’m feeling right now, I can’t say I blame her.
I tug her shirt over her head and then unclasp her bra.
Fuck, her tits are perfect.
I lean down and take one nipple into my mouth. She arches into me, moaning, and I smile against her skin.
Her jeans are next, and I drop to my knees as I slide them down her legs, taking her panties with them. She stands there, completely naked, and I stare for a second, taking her in.
“You're so fucking beautiful,” I say, my voice rough.
Her skin turns a deep shade of red. I love that I can still make her blush even after everything.
I lean forward to kiss her inner thigh, and she shivers. “Fros—”
“Shh.” I spread her legs wider, settling between them. “Let me take care of you, darlin’.”
I lick her slowly, tasting her. Hope gasps, her hands flying to my hair. She's already wet, and I groan against her, the taste of her driving me fucking crazy. I work her with my tongue, slow and deliberate as I hit that spot that makes her legs shake.
“Oh God.” Her hips rock against my face. “Frost, please.”
I slide two fingers inside her and curl them until she cries out. I don't stop, keeping up my pace. Within seconds, she comes, and her thighs clamp around my head as she pulls my hair.
“Fuck,” she breathes as she collapses back onto the bed.
I stand up, wiping my mouth as she looks up at me with those big, hazel eyes.
“My turn,” she says, her voice still shaky.
She sits up, her hands going to my belt, and I let her undress me. My cock is hard as fuck. She wraps her slender fingers around it, and I hiss through my teeth.
“Hope.” My words come out more like a plea than a demand.
She leans forward and takes me into her mouth. I nearly lose it right there. Her tongue swirls around the head, and she takes me deeper while her hand works the base. Her mouth is wet, warm, and tight. I have to grip the edge of the bed to keep from thrusting into her mouth.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I praise.
She hums around me, and the vibration nearly does me in. I pull her off before I come, and she looks up at me, her lips swollen, and her eyes dark with lust.
“I need to be inside you,” I say, my voice rough.
She nods and crawls back onto the bed, and I follow her. I settle between her legs and line myself up. When I push inside her, we both groan. She's so tight, so wet, that I have to go slow or I'm going to lose it.
“Frost,” she whispers, her hands on my shoulders. “I love you.”
“Love you too.” I kiss her, slow and deep, as I start to move. “So, fucking much.”
I take my time as I savor every thrust, every moan, and every time she clenches around me. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I can feel her getting close again.
“Come for me,” I demand in her ear. “I wanna feel you come on my cock.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice. Her whole body arches off the bed, and her nails dig into my back. I don't stop, don't slow down, and within seconds she comes again, her pussy clenches around me so tight I can barely move.
“Fuck,” I growl, pulling out. “On your knees, baby.”
She flips over and rises up on her hands and knees.
The sight of her ass in the air, looking back at me over her shoulder, nearly makes me come right there.
I grip her hips, line myself up, and slam into her.
She cries out as I set a brutal pace. I fuck her hard and fast. The angle is perfect, hitting that spot deep inside her, and she moans with every thrust.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Frost, yes, don't stop.”
I slip my hand down and rub circles on her clit. She screams my name as she comes one last time. I don’t hold back. I lose it. I bury myself deep inside her, filling her with my seed. My whole body shakes with the force behind it.
We both collapse onto the bed, breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. I pull her into my arms, and she curls against my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.
“That was...” She trails off, laughing softly.
“Yeah,” I agree and kiss the top of her head.
“I can't believe how perfect everything turned out.”
“Me neither.” I tighten my arms around her. “After this morning, I thought we were fucked.”
“Amy saved the day,” she says. “And Vegas. Both clubs, really. They all came through for us.”
“They did.” I think about the clubhouse and how everyone worked hard to transform it into something beautiful. How House officiated, Chaos making everyone laugh, Eagle, Hawk, and all my brothers showing up. “We're lucky, Hope, to have that kind of family.”
“We are,” she agrees. “I never thought I'd have this, a huge welcoming family and a man like you.”
“Another good thing…” My voice trails off.
“Yes?”
“I’ll never forget our anniversary.”
Hope’s body shakes from laughter. “You better not, mister.”
“Why do you think I suggested Valentine’s Day?”
Hope smacks my chest. “No, you did not. Did you really pick Valentine’s Day so you wouldn’t forget our anniversary?”
“No,” I admit. “But it is an added bonus.”
As I lie here, holding my wife, I know, without a doubt, this is only the beginning.