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Written in the Stars (Small Town Bachelor Romance Book 3) by Abby Knox (18)

Epilogue

Devin

The train of Claire’s ivory dress fluttered in the night spring breeze atop Devin’s horse, reminding Devin of a ghost.

But she was 100 percent real. He rode with his arms around her slim waist, looking forward to their wedding night.

“Where exactly are we going?”

He breathed into the back of her bare shoulder. “It’s a surprise.”

She shivered against him, and he realized she was cold. The mild spring day that was their wedding day had turned into a chilly evening. He took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around her and she thanked him.

The wedding at Morning Glory Farms had been a small one, inside the rock barn. Maggie had offered to clear out the art easels and old-fashioned school desks, but Claire insisted she keep it exactly as it was, just adding a few garlands of spring flowers. It was odd, but a lovely space for a small gathering. In attendance had been her siblings, Maggie and Jackson and their little tribe, some of the guys from the ranch at WX Genetics, his sister Lily from Iowa City and a slightly sour-looking Wynn, who had flown in from Denver.

Jackson had offered the venue for free, not because they were now going to be family, but also because Devin was his new partner, in charge of the grass-fed cattle operation.

It didn’t pay as much as Wynn, but it paid the rent. With Claire’s job at the school, they had just enough to save a little bit every month.

“It’s nice not having anymore office politics to deal with,” Devin said.

“Yeah, although to be fair, I was the one dealing with most of the politics while you were out doing who knows what on any given day.”

“Meeting with very important people, remember?”

“Is that what you call it?”

“Hey, it kept my sister happy and off my ass for a few minutes, so who’s complaining.”

“Yeah it did, until it didn’t,” she joked. “By the way, where are you taking me on our lovely wedding night, my husband?”

The horse approached a white tent at the end of a trail that hugged the edge of the woods.

“Here.”

He helped her down off the horse. “That’s sweet. Some brides might demand a hotel room and room service and, you know, a real honeymoon. But not me. Nope. I’m a simple gal. You know me. No pampering necessary. Why would I want that on my wedding night?” She winked.

He kissed her on the head. “I hear your sarcasm, but trust me, there’s a reason I brought you out here. I’ll show you in the morning. In the meantime…” He gestured to an outdoor shower he had fashioned from water from the creek.

“Oh my god. Are we moving in permanently? Because when I told you I liked camping, I don’t think I meant forever.”

“Just for tonight. Your room, my lady.” He held open the flap of the tent as she crouched down to look. Her jaw dropped open.

“Oh. My. God.”

Devin followed her in. Maggie had outdone herself. On the floor was a plush oriental rug. A low platform of wood pallets held up a king-size mattress outfitted with fluffy pillows, down comforters and, of course, sleeping bags that zipped together. There was her luggage already laid out with changes of clothes, a mirror in the corner, and a cooler with food and drinks. And finally, battery-operated fairly lights strung all over the ceiling.

This was not his style of camping, but for his wedding night it was perfect.

“This is amazing! Who did this?”

“I’ll give you three guesses.”

“She is some kind of a goddess. Are you sure she’s of this earth?”

“She’s all right for a sister. Hey, come here.”

He tugged his bride’s hand and folded her into his arms with the deepest, slowest kiss he could muster. She responded by slipping off his jacket from around her shoulders and working her fingers to release the buttons of his crisp dress shirt.

“Take your pants off, mister. I want you to ravage me in this dress.”

He nipped her bare shoulder and felt his cock press into her side. “Exactly what I was thinking.”

Devin swooped her up and carried her to the bed, where he laid her down roughly and savaged her bare skin with the kisses and bites she craved. He could not stop anticipating this moment through the entire short service and small reception.

Short formalities and short parties were right in Devin’s wheelhouse, because he wanted nothing more than to get horizontal with his girl. He had been suffering a serious case of blue balls, thanks to a silly experiment Claire somehow got him to agree to. They had agreed, just to build excitement, not to have sex again for two whole weeks before the wedding night.

It had driven both of them almost to the point of insanity, but it made tonight that much more erotic.

She opened for him and she was more than ready. He dropped his pants, barely able to make it in time. Her warmth sheathed his cock and sent heat crackling through every cell in his body.

“Baby, I missed this.” He thrust deeply into her and she gasped.

“Me too. I missed your cock something awful. What a stupid idea to swear off sex.”

He laughed. “Let’s never do that again.”

“I agree,” she said, clamping down tightly and matching his rhythm as his thumbs pressed her tiny hard button.

“I have had such a lady boner for you. Every time I see you all I can think about is all the things I want to do to you.”

“What do you want to do to me?”

She gasped as his speed grew more urgent. “I want to sit on your face in this dress.”

“Baby, you can do anything you want to me in that dress.”

Claire’s arms and legs suddenly gripped Devin as close as she possibly could as her sex clamped down with an aggressive tightness he hadn’t felt from her before. It sent Devin over the edge and he shattered inside her. “Oh god. You’re so tight I never want to leave.”

He came until he was totally drained.

Spent, he rolled back to catch his breath. He barely registered her hopping out of bed to freshen up.

When she came back into bed, he could feel her hair all over him as she spread kisses from his neck down to his navel and all the way down. “I’ve been practicing my Kegels. Was that good?”

“Fuckin’ amazing.”

“Good,” she said with a sigh, rolling over to nibble on his shoulder. I’m glad you liked your wedding gift. Can I have mine now?”

“Do it, girl.”

She bit her lip. Devin knew he would never stop finding that little lip biting thing hot as hell.

Claire straddled his chest, her naked sex hovering above him. He went to stroke her between her thighs to keep her warmed up, but she grabbed his wrists. He let her raise his arms up over his head. She took a scarf out of her bustier and tied up his wrists. “We don’t have a bed post in here, so we’ll just pretend you’re tied up, OK, love?”

Damn if this didn’t make him hot for her all over again. When she finished tying him, she inched upward and teased his face with the soft fabric of her dress. Then she stood up over him and lifted her dress and began removing her garter belt. With that gone, she bent over to roll down her stockings. She bent all the way over until he could see right down her dress. The sight of her tits nearly bursting out of her neckline made his mouth water, but he could do nothing about it. Once her stockings were off, she knelt back down with her knees on either side of Devin’s head, her legs squeezed against his shoulders.

The next moment, Devin could see nothing but ivory chiffon sliding over his face and her beautiful pussy nestling down toward him. His Claire moved over him slowly at first, her sex slicking his face with her delicious cream.

Devin never knew he could be with a woman this good. Every inch of her body was sweeter than honey and more responsive to his touch than he could have ever wished for.

When they first met, she seemed shy. But underneath, his Claire was a fierce protector and a fiercer lover. She threw herself into everything with passion. She was brave and full of surprises.

His mouth chased her loveliness as she rocked up and down with a gradually increasing tempo. He drank her in like an addict and was completely intoxicated. She belonged to him. He knew it from the moment he set eyes on her.

Her movements grew quicker and needier. She leaned over with her elbows on the mattress and laced their fingers together. She rocked quickly against his mouth until the wave of ecstasy washed over her and swept her away on a current of mind-blowing spasms. Devin felt her tender core flex as she cried out. He kissed her there and stroked her with his mouth, joining her in her climax. The heightened sensations as a result of being bound up and controlled by this fierce woman had made him come all over again, his only regret being it was not inside her welcoming body. But this moment was about her only fantasy, and he was overjoyed to be a part of it.

After making love two more times that night, they slept like two pieces of old driftwood, both of them naked, utterly spent.

In the morning, he woke her with the sunrise and made love to her again, this time slowly, their eyes locked together, whispering their desires for their future together. When finished, he warmed up some water over the fire. Then he went back into the tent, wrapped his Claire up in a quilt and picked her up in his arms and carried her toward the hill beyond the tent.

“Sweetie,” she said. “You’re supposed to carry me over the threshold on the wedding night. Or did you forget?”

He smiled at her and nodded to the ground. There was a wooden stake in the ground with a little flag attached to it. “This right here is where the threshold is.”

She blinked at him. “What are you talking about?”

He nodded eastward, where the sun was rising over the distant river. “Welcome to the view from your new back porch, Claire.”

Her eyes were wide with confusion and then Devin watched it dawn on her.

“What!?”

“This is your wedding gift. This is why I took you here last night. This is where we’re going to build our house. If that’s OK with you.”

She covered her mouth. She said nothing, but nodded.

“Jackson is going to help. I’ll probably need you and the kids to help, too. It feels right, doesn’t it? I have enough to get started and in the meantime we can live in the rental. Or if you want, we can all five of us stay in the guest rooms at the bed and breakfast house during the off season. Maggie offered.”

She alternately nodded and shook with shock. “Of course she did."

“Well, what do you say?”

“I say, don’t you dare put me down because I might faint.”

He laughed. “That’s it?”

She shook her head. “I’m so cold I can barely move my lips.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she said playfully. “Let’s go put that hot water in the shower tank of yours and see if my lips can thank you properly.”

She did not have to say it twice.

THE END