Epilogue Adam
“Are you sure about this, angel?”
She smiles happily. “I’m more sure than I’ve ever been in my life.”
“Thank god!” I say just as the organ starts up and we turn to each other and smile as Elvis stands over us on a platform, his low-cut jumpsuit barely covering his furry chest. His hips swivel and I growl under my breath when I see Livvy’s eyes widen and blink at him.
“Can we get on with this, buddy? I’ve got plans for my future wife.”
The younger man eyes me and he lowers his sunglasses, grinning sheepishly at me. “Sorry, man. The ladies like the act.”
Glaring at him, I wave him on. He clears his throat. “Uh-um. Dearly beloved, we are gathered here…”
The rest of the ceremony is a blur. Livvy’s hazel eyes sparkle with gold and green glints and I can’t wait to get her alone. Can’t wait until she’s officially mine forever.
“If anyone has any reason why these two can’t be united in wedlock please speak now or forever hold your peace.”
I glance around and then turn back to the idiot in front of me. “Dude, it’s just you and your receptionist. You’re our witnesses. Who the hell else is going to say anything? The ghost of Elvis?”
Livvy rolls her eyes. “He’s just doing the ceremony the traditional way. Stop messing with the man, grumpy.”
The guy’s gone pale though and he rushes through the end of the ceremony, stuttering. “I n-now pronounce you man and w-wife. You may k-kiss the bride.”
I step into Livvy’s space and sweep her close, tipping her backwards. “Finally. You’re all mine, angel. For the rest of our lives.”
I lean down and touch her lips with mine, fire burning in my veins. She mewls and opens her lips and all hell breaks loose, her arms wrapping around my shoulders, tugging hard at me. Her tongue tangles with mine and I moan, breaking the kiss and lifting her over my shoulder. She laughs and squeals, “Adam Redfern, put me down right this second.”
Slapping her ass, I hand the impersonator a wad of money and laugh. “I’m never letting you go, baby. Never.”
“I’ll talk to you later, Elvis, about our paperwork and such. I’ve got other needs right now.”
I jog out of the room, my lovely new bride jostling on my back. The hotel is right next door and I grin at the doorman as he holds the door open for me. “Thanks, man.”
Guests in the lobby smirk and point but nobody’s shocked. I’m sure unusual things happen all the time in Vegas.
I grab the first elevator up and whistle lowly as I watch the numbers climb.
“Are you planning on putting me down?” Livvy asks, her slender fingers tapping on my back.
“When we get to our room, yes.”
“Why? I’m being a good girl.”
“And you’re gonna be my very good girl from now on, angel. But I am pretty on edge right now. So I am not letting you down until I get you alone and under me, angel.”
The doors ding open and I stalk out, sliding the key card over the panel, grinning when it flies open. Kicking it shut, I groan and flip Livvy over and slide her to the floor in front of me. Her coppery curls lie in a tousled mess on her slender, creamy shoulders. Her pretty face is flushed and her hazel eyes glow with love.
I reach out and rest my palms on either side of her beautiful face. I lean down and growl, settling my lips on hers, our lips moving easily, sweetly, deeply against each other. She tastes like sweet, sweet honey and I can’t get enough. She moves closer, her luscious body melding, moving against me, until I’m harder than a steel pipe, my hips bumping hers.
I move back and gently set her away from me. She tries to move back into me and whines when I push her back away. Wagging a finger at her, I smirk. “Ah-ah, angel. I want you to strip. Right now.”
“How romantic for our honeymoon,” she huffs.
“Go on. Do it.”
She turns and shows me her slender back. “I need help to undo the buttons.”
I lift a shaking hand and gently undo the buttons, clearing my throat. Then I push the dress apart and down her shoulders and back to gather at her hips. “Lord, you’re beautiful, angel. A vision.” I gently help her step out of the long, silken white skirt. “And you’re all mine. Mrs. Adam Redfern.”
She giggles and turns to face me, her hands at her side, her cheeks flushed pink and her chin dipping shyly. “Why am I standing here in just my bra and panties, Adam?”
Because she’s a vision. A perfect picture of lush curves in creamy white and pink bra and panties. An overwhelming need to possess her takes over me and I drop to my knees at her dainty little feet in white high heels. I gently lift one and unbuckle the shoe and slip it off her foot. Then I move on to the other shoe and do the same. I stare up at her, my hands gliding up her legs and parting her thighs.
“This is our wedding night. I want to claim you the way I’ve been dreaming about since I met you. I fell in love when I looked into your hazel eyes and saw my whole entire word, my future, our future in them.”
Her hand touches my jaw and a single tear trickles down her rosy cheek. “I love you so much, Adam. I never thought I’d get this lucky. Never thought I’d find a man that wanted me.”
I smirk. “Oh…I want you. I want to own you, claim you, brand you as mine.”
Her full lips twist and she glares at me with a watery giggle. “Don’t spoil this moment, Adam.”
I shake my head. “There is nothing you could do or say that could ruin this moment for me.”
“Dammit, Adam. You’re too sweet for words. My big, gruff mountain man with a soft, mushy center.”
My brow lifts and I run my hands up her center, dragging her panties down and flicking them over my shoulder. “Angel, there is nothing mushy about me right now.”
Her mouth opens but before she can say one more word, I bury my tongue between her silky thighs, her musky scent surrounding me, drugging me. “Fuck, angel. There is nothing that I want more than you. I’d drag the moon from the sky and make a necklace to wrap around your slender throat if you asked me to. I’d search for buried treasure, fight the strongest man…anything to have you.”
“Luckily you don’t have to do all that. We’re married,” she whimpers, her legs shaking as I delve between her thighs, my tongue tapping at her bundle of nerves as I run my fingers through her folds, her juices dripping onto my tongue.
“Sweet as honey, hot as fire…that’s you, my love.”
Her hands twist in my hair and her hips bounce back and forth as I run my tongue, teeth and lips around her swollen lips until she stiffens, her legs shaking, her pussy pulsing on my tongue, her juices almost drowning me in her pleasure.
“Adam! Adam! Don’t stop!”
“Never. I’ll never stop. Mine,” I snarl, standing up to throw her on the bed, stripping my own clothes off so fast that the shirt rips at the seams and buttons fly. I crawl up her body, growling, my teeth and tongue dipping and trailing along her sensuous curves.
Her head is thrown back, her eyes closed and I grasp her hands in mine, holding her delicate wrists up in one hand. “Open your eyes, angel. I want to see your eyes as I fill you up. I want to know what my wife looks like when I breed her, get her big and round with my baby.”
Her hazel eyes open, hazy, dazed, luminous. “I’m sorry. That’s not gonna work,” she whimpers.
“Why?” I lean back and glare at her.
“Because I’m already knocked up, caveman.” Her radiant smile lights me up. My heart races and she nods her head, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“We’re having a baby?” I whisper, my hands shaking as I drop one to her gently-rounded belly.
“Yeah. We are. Are you happy?”
“I’m so fucking happy, angel! I want to run out there and buy every one of those fuckers out there and drink to let them know how happy I am!”
She snorts. “How about you finish making love to me, caveman? I’d rather celebrate with you if you don’t mind!”
I lean back and stare at her, appalled. “Oh my god! Can we? It won’t hurt the baby will it?”
She rolls her eyes and smirks. “No. It’s totally safe.”
I kiss her gently, my hand gently stroking her tousled hair from her cheek. “I love you so much, angel. You’ve already given me so much and now you’re giving me the family I never thought I’d have. I don’t deserve you but I’m damn well gonna spend the rest of our days proving how much you mean to me.”
Her pouty lips smile gently. “Just make love to your wife, caveman. That’s all I want.”
“Anytime, angel.” And I settle her back, my thick length slipping inside her, pulsing deeper and deeper until I’m buried to the hilt inside her sweet heat. In and out, around and around. Our bodies melt into each other, perfectly in sync. Her thick hips cradle me and she groans as her body rolls up into me. I pull back all the way and then push inside her, feeling her slick walls surrounding me, pulling me deeper, faster, harder.
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders and back and she throws her head back, screaming as her pussy pulses around me, fluttering wildly.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
She writhes, her thighs gripping me tightly as she comes apart under me. A tingle settles in my lower back and runs around until I grunt and my own release spurts out, painting her fluttering tunnel.
Falling across her body, I groan, thrusting into her once, twice, crushing her but unable to stop.
I finally roll off of her and groan, taking her limp body with me, settling her on my chest. She opens a drowsy eye, her cheeks flushed and sweaty and more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her. My hand drifts down and gently covers her belly. “We made a baby.”
“Not tonight,” she giggles.
“No. Not tonight. But we’re having a baby. I hope that she’s a red-headed angel like her mama.”
“I just hope that she’s healthy and happy.”
“Of course. But the thought of raising a perfect daughter that’s the spitting image of the woman who owns my heart is…well, it’s more than I ever thought I’d get in this lifetime.”
“We’re gonna have a baby and then we’re gonna raise a happy, loving family until they grow up and find loves of their own. Hopefully just like our love.”
“Amen to that, my caveman.”
Her head drops to my chest and she sighs, her breath warm on my skin. Her eyes close and I feel her body go limp on me.
I can’t close my eyes yet. This is the first night of many that I’ll have holding the love of my life in my bed and I just want to enjoy this first night for as long as I can.
One day soon, this will seem like one of all our nights. But right now? This night is the best of my life.
With my angel in my arms, I know all the rest of them will just get better and better. I don’t know exactly what I did to deserve her. But I’m the lucky fucker that got her and I’m never letting her go.
She’s my reason for living, my whole world.
I tuck her fiery curls behind her ear, smile and close my eyes, settling in, the gentle beat of her heart against mine, the only sound in the room except her soft breaths.
The melody of her. The sweet song of her is all around me, the scent of her mingling with the scent of our lovemaking finally lulling me to sleep.
Heaven. Home. All the best things in life are her.