EPILOGUE
JOSH
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“Never thought I’d see the day.” Aidan says from beside me as we wait and wait and wait for my beautiful bride to walk down the aisle.
“Just because you date a million women doesn’t mean you’ll get married before everyone else. It’s not a lottery.” I smirk at him.
“Meant to ask, what the hell were the t-shirts about that we had to wear at your bachelor party? I don’t actually know kung fu.” Aidan frowns.
I start to laugh.
“Scarlet.” I shake my head. “Long story. Just...nod if she brings it up.”
“Got it,” he replies.
“Speaking of lotteries, why did I draw the short straw for this new client on our books?” Ryder asks, straightening his vest.
He’s my other best man. The two of us have grown closer the past few months and I couldn’t imagine two more perfect men standing up with me while I marry Cassy Cartwright.
“Because you head up the private security division of our company, or have you lost your business cards?” Aidan replies.
I snort, then glance at him. “What’s the issue? I want you on this client. She’s important.”
Savannah Sinclair is one of the biggest actresses in the world right now. Her blockbuster movie has just hit the screens and—sadly for him, but luckily for us—her longtime bodyguard had a heart attack a few days ago.
Blaze, my soon to be father-in-law, recommended us, and her manager reached out. Bingo, we got the job.
“I heard she was a diva.” Ryder groans.
Aidan laughs. “They’re all divas. That’s the fucking job.”
“Josh seems to be a pro at this. At least he won’t fall in love with the client this time.” Ryder grins.
“Watch it,” I say, then add, “and, yeah, don’t fuck her.”
“Please, a woman like her won’t even notice I’m there.” Ryder glances away.
What?
I’m surprised to hear the lack of confidence from him. I’ve been out socially with Ryder enough times to know his cheeky personality, blond hair, and blue eyes—let’s face it, it’s all that muscle—attract a lot of women.
Stunning women.
He’s not going hungry, if you know what I mean.
So I wonder why he’d think that. Aside from the fact Savannah is one of the most beautiful and successful women in the world.
And attending our wedding.
I probably should warn him.
“Ry, Savannah is—”
The music starts up, and we all hush. Scarlet and Trixie walk down the aisle in their blush pink dresses as my heart starts to thud.
It took me two weeks to propose to Cassy.
Every single day, after telling her I loved her, I couldn’t think of a damn reason to wait. So I drove to Blaze’s house, asked his permission—he was still recovering from the news we were dating—and his exact words were, “You saved her life, so I figure you deserve her. Go for it, son.”
Two days later, I showed up at her house with a basket full of three kittens and a big fucking diamond ring.
“You don’t have to bribe me.” Cassy cried, sliding the ring on her finger.
I wasn’t.
Those damn homeless furballs had been playing on my mind, but I would never tell a soul that.
“Say yes, damn you.” I growled.
“Yes!” Cassy threw her arms around me as I scooped her up and placed the basket on the ground.
It’s been mayhem with a house full of kittens and wedding planning ever since.
Now, six months later, she’s finally walking toward me in a hot as fuck long white wedding dress which clings to every single one of those sexy curves.
“Hi,” Cassy says nervously as she reaches me. Then giggles as I tug her up against me.
“Dude,” Ryder says as the officiant clears her throat.
“Hurry up so I can take my bride to bed,” I tell the woman.
And the one thousand guests that are attending because when you marry a rock star’s daughter, that’s what happens.
FOUR LONG AND exhausting hours later, I step out of the limousine a married man and hold my hand out to my bride.
“You ready Mrs. Hawke?”
“We need to decide where we’ll live,” Cassy says.
“I don’t care. As long as we sleep in the same bed every night,” I reply, scooping her up.
I nod at the guard by the front door, and he smiles as he opens it. “Congratulations, sir. Cassy.”
“Thank you,” Cassy says chirpily.
I have no idea how she’s done it all night. I’ve never smiled so much, and honestly, it was probably only eight or nine times.
Compared to her several hundred grins.
I climb the stairs while Cassy plays with my shirt buttons. The bow tie is already stuffed in my jacket, which is god knows where.
“I love you,” she says, also for the hundredth time tonight.
I smile, then place her on her feet and spin her around.
“Tell me there’s a quick way into this thing.” I groan, staring at all the sparkly shit.
Cassy turns her head and gives me the most seductive look I’ve ever seen. Then she lifts her arm and slowly slides down a zipper.
Holy hell, I have a sexy wife.
Holding the dress, she turns to me and lets it fall to the ground.
“Jesus,” I rasp.
Underneath, she’s wearing nothing but a white garter belt with stockings.
No bra.
No panties.
My already hard cock turns to granite and pushes against my pants.
“On the bed.” I don’t wait for her to obey me. I lift Cassy off the ground and place her on the edge, then with the palm of my hand, press her down.
She goes back willingly and with the dirtiest smile I’ve ever seen and as I rip my clothes off, Cassy spreads her legs.
“Fuck, baby.” I growl, tossing my briefs and stroking my cock. “Fucking hell.”
Then she slides her fingers between her bare pussy and presses the middle one inside.
And licks it.
“I’m the luckiest fucking man in the world.” I groan, lowering to my knees and sucking her wet finger.
“Make love to me, Josh.” Cassy purrs.
I lap at her wet folds, sucking her clit and preparing her for my thick cock.
“Make me yours,” she says, and I climb over her body.
Foreplay can wait.
“You are mine,” I say as my cock lines up at her entrance.
I push.
“Feel that?” I growl. “That’s me claiming my bride. Making you my wife forever.”
“Yes, my husband.” Cassy wraps her legs around my waist, and I thrust.
Stroke after stroke I inch closer to bringing us both to orgasm, bonding us in the closest way two beings can be.
How could I have nearly missed this incredible life with this woman who makes me a better man and owns my heart and soul?
Maybe I was waiting for her.
Cassy arches into me, and her fingers dig into my muscular shoulders. “Josh, fuck.”
“Come, sweetheart. Come with me.” I cry, my neck arching as that delicious pleasure I will never take for granted spreads throughout my body.
My mouth slams down on her swollen lips as my seed fills her.
“Mine,” I growl.
“Mine,” she moans, taking my face in one of her hands. “My protector.”
Always, sweetheart.
Always.