Epilogue

Six months. Savior and I had been living together for six months and it hadn’t turned bad. I was even starting to believe that it might not. Which was cause for celebration.

Today was supposed to be my day off but I’d spent a few hours in the morning checking over the chocolates I’d ordered from South America and putting together a few gourmet baskets I wanted to test out in the shop. I dropped one off for Drake and took the others to Jana and Teddy, who’d had their babies eight weeks apart. Visiting with them, watching two new mothers fall in love with their children was gratifying. And it solidified what I wanted to do today.

What I needed to do.

When I got home, I took a long hot shower and set the scene. I didn’t want Jana and Teddy to make a big deal out of it, so I stopped at a craft store on the way home and got everything I needed. It took a few minutes to get everything in place, but when it was, I got dolled up and slipped into the only pair of stilettos I owned. And then I waited for Savior to get home from the clubhouse.

At least he wasn’t on one of those mysterious out of town trips they took every other month. I didn’t ask and didn’t want to know, but I always felt happy relief when he came back to me. Safe and smiling.

“Pixie?”

I smiled at the sound of his deep voice and that damned nickname he insisted on calling me. “In here,” I called to him when I stepped out of the bathroom attached to our bedroom, my heart double palpitating in my chest as his footsteps grew closer. I didn’t think he’d reject me but still I felt anxious. Terrified.

His footsteps stopped in the doorway and his lips parted slightly, blue eyes turned as dark as the desert night sky. “You trying to kill me, babe?”

My heart lifted right along with my lips at his words, his gritty tone filled with need. “Not at all, I’m trying to seduce you.”

We both really needed a proper seduction after six months of injuries, with healing and physical therapy we’d only had a few clumsy attempts at getting off. “Is it working?”

He stepped forward, hand gripping his thick cock and he quirked a brow, smiling beneath his newly trimmed beard. “What do you think?”

I couldn’t resist brushing his hand aside and gripping him in my fist. And squeezing. “I think my mouth is watering.”

“And I think ribbons are my new favorite fucking thing.” His eyes raked over my body, confirming that all the time I’d spent wrapping the thick satiny ribbon around my body in a peekaboo pattern, was totally worth it. “Come here.”

I shook my head and his hands shot to my waist, pulling me close and kissing my neck. Big, warm hands slid up and down my body, stoking the fire that had been burning since I wrapped myself up for him. “Savior,” I moaned, nipping at the muscle between his shoulder and neck.

“I can’t believe you did this. For me?” His eyes filled with awe and a hell of a lot of heat as I nodded and cupped his face, letting my fingers slide through his beard.

“I figured this and that memory was the best place to start.” That day on the water had seemed like such an anomaly, a rare genuinely happy day, but in hindsight it was when he started working his magic, tearing down my walls.

“For what?” The heat was still there, banked, but also concern. I wasn’t worried because I knew it would soon be gone. “For what, Pixie?”

I pressed my lips to his, smiling when his hand found one edge of the ribbon and tugged, groaning when I stepped back. “To tell you that I love you. You’re insane and you’re brash, short tempered and so overprotective that I want to bite you and not in a sexy way.”

“You could have stopped at ‘I love you’.” He sounded grumpy.

I rolled my eyes and scraped my nails along his bearded jaw, drawing a low purr from him. “I wasn’t sure I could love anyone anymore, thought my heart was too battered and broken for that, but you found a way in and I think it started with that day on the water. Laughing together, forgetting all the shit even just for a few hours. I love you, Savior.”

“Again,” he growled.

“I. Love. You.” I slid my hands under the hem of his t-shirt, letting my hands glide up his hard abs and chest. “I know it took me forever to say it,” I smiled sheepishly.

“Pretty damn close,” he mumbled.

“But I had to wait until I was ready. Until we were ready and I could say it. Today is that day.”

He kissed my mouth, my neck and my shoulder, his words from San Diego echoing in my mind. He slowly unraveled the ribbon, putting kisses everywhere the ribbon uncovered. “Ah, sweet Pixie. I love you too, babe and hearing you finally say it, fuck, I just want to spend the rest of the day worshipping you.”

“Mmm, sounds good to me.” My head tilted back and I smiled.

He cupped my face, his gaze intense and filled with pure love. “You’re mine, Mandy. I’m yours. And I’m keeping you forever. How does that sound?”

I smiled and licked my lips, feeling my heart swell bigger than it had ever felt before. “Fan-fucking-tastic.”

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