Page 161 of Resurfaced Passion

“Home,” she sighed leaning into him, and she allowed him to lift her onto the back of his bike.

Another shared kiss, he did just that, by riding under the speed limit and he took his precious cargo home.

* * *

He did spank her.

Much, much later, after a long conversation and renewed promises to never hold anything back from each other again.

They got word from Archie a couple of days later that Sargent had fled on hearing the sirens but was soon caught on the highway with a bag of cocaine and dirty Russian money adding up to more than fifty-five grand, so the case was handed over to the feds. He tried to roll over on the Russian middleman who worked for Grigori, but thebratvahad bigger lawyers that could lie better than Archie and so far no charges would stick.

Sargent though? Her father was going to go away for a very long time and try as she might, Paige couldn’t muster any feelings of sadness for the fact. He’d made his bed a very long time ago. She didn’t even bother to call her mother to let her know.

A hand stroking over her belly brought her thoughts back to the present, in their living room, with the man of her dreams lazily looking at her with a slight smile on his lips.

“Marry me.”

She blinked; sure she was hearing things.

Sex sweat drying on both of their naked bodies.

That same hand roving over her belly moved down and fingered the already sensitive skin of her pussy, making shudders roll through her body. The couch they’d fallen onto for a lazy nap after their continued, raucous making up sex wasn’t all that comfortable with them squashed together like sweated-out pretzels. And considering the week they’d had—not to mention Paige’s stress fearing she would lose Reaper; she was still exhausted and almost positive this was a dream inducing hallucination.

The tender kisses starting at the base of her back said she was very much awake. “Paige, marry me again.”

“Y-you want to marry me?”

She was flipped over onto her back, her man, big and gorgeous, with his messy hair hanging in his face, loomed over her, his thigh caught between her legs.

They’d had each other every which way in the last hours yet her blood sang, body burned with lust, between her legs quivered as his thickening length nudged between her wet sex.

“I’d marry you every day if that’s what you wanted.” He rasped. “We don’t need it, baby, we’re tied together with blood and skin, but I want to give you the wedding I couldn’t give you the first time around. All that fancy shit I know you’d love.”

“A wedding ceremony every day would probably take up a lot of time…” she giggled.

Lightheaded. Heart full.

“Say yes, bug. Tell your man yes and put me out of my misery and back into your arms again. We’ll drive to the beach, hire out a hotel, one of those fancy-ass country clubs if that’s what you want. I’ll drag that pastor guy from the church and take him with us.”

Paige dissolved. “Firstly, you can’t go around dragging pastor’s off to places, that’s called kidnapping.”

Her beautiful boy shrugged like it was no big deal, but then he smiled, and her heart went into free fall knowing he was at the bottom to catch her. Always.

“Don’t care, you want it? I’d do it.”

The reality was, she couldn’t remember their first wedding. Feeling all those butterfly nerves and excitement as she waited for him. She didn’t remember slipping that gold band onto his finger or hearing him call her wife for the first time. Reaper was good at giving her memories one at a time, filling in the small details of their life. Now she was itching to know more of their wedding. What they ate afterwards, did they dance? How amazing was the wedding night sex?

All those firsts were lost to her, but there was nothing saying she couldn’t have a second first time. She threw her arms around his neck; felt how he drew her in and fit her perfectly against him. His lips followed on the side of her neck. His place.

“I want to marry you again so freaking much, Reaper. Not at a fancy hotel though. Here with all our friends.”

As she looked into his eyes she saw all her days before her. The new memories mingled with the old. The happy days they were yet to share but she was so excited to get there with him.

He was the first man she’d loved, and he was the second man too…the only man.

He was the man who waited for her to come back to him.

Passion resurfaced for a number of reasons, but a love like theirs…

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