Page 72 of Burn It Down

I smile at him, holding onto his gorgeous face. “You never have to give any part of yourself up to have me. I was scared tonight, but I also knew those people you saved—they needed you. They were terrified, and you were there. That’s a beautiful thing, Kade.”

“You’re incredible, you know that? I really love you.” I feel the intensity—how deeply he feels just that—and I know it because my love for him is just as intense. Just as real. I saw that fire and knew he’d be there. Knowing I could lose him was terrifying, but I also know that’s what I signed up for. He’s a hero. A real-life rescuer, and I have to trust him to know what he’s doing. It’s not always going to be easy, but loving him is. It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done.

I think it all started back when we were kids in school. When I looked at him and thought I saw something in his eyes. Something that kept me going and gave me hope.

I lean in and kiss him softly. “Show me.”

He grins, and I expect him to take my hand to lead me to our bedroom, but instead, he leans down and scoops me up into a fireman’s carry. I laugh but don’t fight him at all. I try to keep it down, since Elijah is asleep, and I’d really like to take my time with Kade once we get to our room.

If my boyfriend wants to carry me to bed like some sort of caveman, who the hell am I to argue?

I’m hoping for many, many years of this to come.

EPILOGUE

“We have to hurry,” Spencer says, gasping as his fingers grip my hair.

I’d laugh if I wasn’t so turned on because he says that but shows no signs of actually trying to get me to hurry up.

Thank. Fuck.

I don’t want to rush this, even if we have people waiting on us. It’s going to be a long day, and I want to spend a moment with my fiancé—for the last few moments he’s actually my fiancé and not my husband.

I grin around the mouthful of his cock, and he looks down at me with confusion. “Why are you smiling?”

I slurp my way over his cock, letting it pop out of my mouth and using my hand to continue to stroke him as he leans back against the door of our bedroom. I smile when I see the daffodil tattoo on my left ring finger. Spencer has a matching one. We got them last week—both of them on our ring fingers. We’ll both have wedding rings, but the daffodils—they’re for us. They’ll never leave our bodies—never be lost. They represent hope and rebuilding. Overcoming all the bullshit we’ve been through and being truly happy. And that’s exactly what we are. Our weddingwill be in the backyard behind our house—the place that used to be just his but is now ours.

And I have to say—Levi did nail the flower recommendation. Of course, we had him also put them into the flower arrangements he created for the wedding.

We only invited a few guests, and I’m sure they’re fine for now. They can wait. “You’re going to be my husband,” I say as I gaze up at him.

He’s wearing his crisp, white shirt and a bow tie—I was careful not to wrinkle it when I kissed him and pulled him into our bedroom, but God, do I want him fully naked now.

“Don’t even think about it.” He must be able to read my mind, and I chuckle. His pants and underwear are down at his ankles, his shiny dress shoes still on, and I’m fully dressed for our wedding. He looks debauched as fuck and sexy as all hell as he leans back against the wall, his hand in my hair.

I don’t think he noticed his fingers are likely making my hair stick out all over the place, but I couldn’t give a fuck. I’m finally getting everything I ever wanted today.

The man of my dreams is becoming my husband.

“Kade, I’m close,” he pants. And I take him back into my mouth, teasing and sucking as I use my other hand to cup his balls, rolling them in my hand while I lick along the swollen vein running along his shaft.

“Fuck. There,” he gasps, spilling down my throat. I milk every last drop from him, licking him clean and then standing up as he grabs his briefs and pants, pulling them back up. He kisses me hard on the mouth while he gets himself situated.

I allow the minute to explore his sweet mouth, my own body seeking relief, but I don’t give in. When he reaches for my pants, I swat him away. “After.” I lean in next to his ear. “The next time I come, it’s going to be deep inside my husband.”

He shivers against me, his lips puffy and swollen from my kiss. “You’re going to go through the ceremony with a boner?”

I laugh. “Well, maybe we should stop kissing so I can work on settling that down real quick.”

He shakes his head at me, but I see the look of admiration and love on his face. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re the one who’s going to marry me,” I tease as I step back from him and hand him his tuxedo jacket.

He slips it on and then walks closer to me. “You’re damn right I am.”

I kiss him again, and just as it’s about to get a little too heated, there’s a loud bang on the door. “Okay, teacher, if you’re done defiling my baby brother, it would be great if you could come out now. It’s time.”Tori.

I laugh. “You sure you want to marry into this crazy-ass family?”

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