“Fuck, baby, every day you taste sweeter.” Hawk’s tongue was sliding between my wet folds.

He pushed the mountain of taffeta up with one hand, the other clutching at my hip as my ankles locked around his neck. “Oh God, Hawk!”

His teeth dragged across every raw nerve of my swollen clit, my muscles spasming as an orgasm fluttered through my system. My heart hammering, my legs lax around his shoulders, he hoisted me into his arms and laid us both back on the small double bed in his parents’ guest bedroom.

The one they’d given me to get ready before Hawk and I walked down the aisle in just a few moments.

“That was amazing.”

“That was just a teaser. I can’t wait to rip this dress off you later.” His crooked grin sent lightning bolts across my skin.

“You’re going to have to wait at least a few hours. We have pictures, then the reception…”

“No way I’m waiting that long to fuck my beautiful new wife.”

I erupted into giggles when his hands slid under my dress again, kneading at my inner thighs. The thick erection tenting his tuxedo pants made my mouth water. Would it be so wrong to suck him off five minutes before we walked down the aisle? I didn’t think so.

Just then, a pounding sounded at the door.

“Shit,” I breathed. “Busted.”

Hawk chuckled before standing, adjusting his cock, then doing a once-over of me. “Ready, my new bride?”

“Ready for forever with you?” I squinted up at him with a coy smile. “Absolutely.”

He grinned, looping my hand with his and placing a kiss across my knuckles, the sparkling three-carat diamond glistening on my ring ringer.

He’d proposed just a few months after we’d met again, but there’d been another surprise waiting for us that delayed the wedding.

“Morgan?” My mother’s voice called through the door, slightly shrill.

“Coming, Mom!” I winked at Hawk. He grinned, then swung the door wide open.

“Hawk! You’re not supposed to see her—”

“Just couldn't help myself, ma’am.” Hawk winked at my mom then lifted our six-week-old son from her arms. “Hey, little man, ready to watch Momma finally say ‘I do’ to your old man?”

I grinned, happy tears already wetting my eyes.

My life was perfect. Hawk had charmed his way back into my life, and he’d made my mother fall in love with him all over again too. The look on her face right now proved it.

“Give me my grandbaby, and you get out there. Your dad’s been looking everywhere for you.” She swatted at Hawk’s shoulder.

He did what she said, placing one more kiss on my knuckles before sauntering off down the hallway and out to the garden.

“I don’t know what you were thinking, signing up for a lifetime with that one.”

“I wasn’t thinking.” I smiled down at Noah, placing a kiss on his soft cheeks. “I was only feeling, Mama. And a lifetime without that man felt like a life not worth living.”

She smiled, eyes warm with understanding. “He told me last night that you’d never have to work again, Morgan. That he’d take care of you for the rest of your life and your children’s lives and their grandchildren's lives. Said he’d made enough while he was away to give you all that, at least.” She paused, hand clutching mine. “He’s a good man, that Hawk Larson. I never doubted him or your love for him. I always hoped we’d end up here.”

I swiped at a tear. “Thank you, Mama. I couldn’t have survived the last five years without you.”

“You would have survived just fine, sweetheart. That’s what women do, they survive every day. Now don’t ruin your makeup. We’ve got a wedding to get to.” She tsked, wiping at her own tears.

I followed her down the long hallway and out the doors of the house, making our way down the candlelit pathway that led to Hawk’s parents’ large garden. Hidden among formal hedges and rows of rose bushes, I caught sight of Emerson, my mini-me, flowers and braids holding up her silky hair, walking down the aisle with a basket of flower petals. Milo followed her on fat little legs, a handsome bow tie around his neck, sniffing at every petal she dropped.

They were the sweetest thing I’d ever seen.

That little girl was my dream come true, and so was her daddy, standing with a barely hidden smile on his face and waiting for me. Right under that giant oak tree we’d first kissed under so many years ago. We’d come a long way since then, and I wouldn’t change a minute of it.

Mom squeezed my hand once then slid into her seat, tears still trickling down her face. Then the music started.

And I took the first step into my future with Hawk.

Our future together.

Our forever.

* * *

“Think they’ll notice if we sneak away?” I breathed at his neck.

His hands were around me on the dance floor, the ceremony over, pictures finished, reception close to wrapping up.

“Do you think I give a shit who notices?” His crooked grin lit his cheeks. “Your tits look amazing. Ready for round two?”

I squealed when his palms slid across my ass cheeks and squeezed.

“More than ready.” I nipped at his earlobe. That was apparently all it took because his hand clutched at mine, and we disappeared into the shadows, around a hedge of fragrant flowers, and deeper into the garden.

As soon as we were out of earshot of the party behind us, I dropped to my knees, halting him in his tracks. I worked at the belt and zipper of his pants quickly, freeing his heavy cock to the night air.

He sucked in a breath, hands in my elegant wedding hairstyle, mussing the curls and making me hotter for him. I cupped his thick shaft in my hand, stroking up the length and teasing the tip with my tongue. Slipping and sliding my tongue across the smooth flesh, I finally sucked the tip past my lips and tasted his arousal. A bead of pre-come on my tongue and my thighs were already damp with need.

“That’s it, bury my cock in your throat, baby girl. Daddy needs to come.” He grunted, hips thrusting into my throat, cock sliding past my tongue. “You looked so pretty up there saying ‘I do’ today. Took everything in me not to take you right there. I don’t give a fuck who sees how much I love you.”

He lifted me off the ground, hands pushing up the fabric of my dress and hooking into my panties. He dragged them down my legs in one swift movement, his fingers connecting with my searing flesh in the next.

I moaned, hands clutching at his shoulders before he lifted me in his arms, holding me to him tightly and impaling me on his dick. He fucked me like he was desperate, starved without me, and I think I understood it because last night without him in bed next to me had felt like another form of hell too.

A single day without his touch was too much to bear.

“Made me the happiest man alive today, baby girl,” he murmured, fingers digging into my waist as his teeth grazed my neck. “I can't wait to have my next hundred lifetimes with you. We’ll have first dates and first kisses, more babies and more love. So much love, Morgan. You fill me up inside,” he gritted out, legs going rigid just as long jets of come emptied into me. His hand pushed between my thighs and rubbed at my swollen clit, sending stars shooting behind my eyelids as another orgasm ripped through me.

Gasping for breath, sweaty from the humid night air and our bodies pressed together, I came down, draped around him and so completely in love.

Everything about this man was love.

“Jesus, I hate that we have to go back there. I want to unwrap you, take my time, and lick every inch of your skin.”

“That sounds like heaven.” I smiled, kissing his earlobe. “I can’t believe I had two orgasms on my wedding day.”

“Say thank you,” he ordered, hand slipping between my thighs again. “Say thank you, and I’ll make it three.”

“Mmm,” I hummed. “Thank you, Daddy.”

His eyes darkened, gaze focused on my lips. “I want to fuck that smirk right off your face, baby girl.”

“That might have to wait for the honeymoon.”

“Not waiting that long,” he huffed.

“How long? Where are we going?”

His grin deepened before he set me on my feet and caught my hand in his. “A yacht.”

“A yacht?”

“On the Mediterranean.”

“On the Mediterranean! I can’t leave the baby for that long—”

“Only a week, baby. Got it all settled with your mom. We’ve got a private flight tonight, and I plan on getting real familiar with the mile-high club.”

“Oh my God, Hawk.”

“Say it again, baby.”

I flipped him the bird, his laugh following closely behind me all the way out of the garden.

God, I loved that man.

I was his girl. Always had been, always would be.

He hadn't known it then, but from that first kiss under his parents’ oak tree, I was his girl.