Page 60 of Forever Zara

So freaking gorgeous.

And so hers.

He’d been her man for a long time, but saying those vows in front of their closest people cemented how they felt for one another. She was still on cloud nine.

There was time to talk about earlier. But not today.

Right now was for concentrating on how they felt in this second.

And that was incredibly happy.

Desire lanced through her, listening to his tapering chuckle. It wasn’t hard grabbed desire like it was earlier, when all she needed was to get him inside her. This desire bloomed lovingly throughout her body, warming her from the inside until she knew her cheeks were rosy pink.

She cuddled closer in his arms. Their gentle swaying to the music was magical as it was fun. Getting Rider to dance was a feat unto itself. Not that he didn’t dance with her, he did, but he always,alwaysbitched about it. Less so if she could get him drunk first. “Anyone would think you hated holding me close.” She’d tell him, only to see him smirk, knowing he was going to reply, “it’s the only best part about dancing,”

But today, he hadn’t bitched once.

Rider showed he was in no rush to finish the dance when he surprised a squeal out of her by spinning her out, bringing her back with a twirl. When she was back in his arms, chuckling, he kissed the sound from her lips. “God, I love you so much, Ambrosio. More than I thought possible.”

“Ah, my girl. You’ve made a bad man very happy. Don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m real fuckin’ happy you’re mine.”

They swayed and held on. Rider’s hand curving under the tumble of loose curls of her hair.

At that, they were attacked around their legs by a blonde hellion, laughing up at them. Rider reached down and hoisted Harper into his arms, keeping one around Zara. Harper hooked her arm over Zara’s shoulder, joining all three of them. Zane and Knox were zonked out with their grandparents, dressed in the cutest little suits. Harper wore a pale pink dress. Her only requirement was she wanted it ‘fluffy like mama’s,’ so it had fifteen tutu underskirts. She’d been twirling all day.

“Doesn’t mama look pretty?” Rider asked their girl. She grinned at Zara and pressed their foreheads together. “Prettier than cake.”

What a compliment, Zara laughed and kissed her girl before she wanted to be set free again to twirl over to her favorite uncles.

Their life wasn’t run-of-the-mill. It never would be either.

She’d been fully aware of what Rider planned to do earlier. He hadn’t kept it a secret from her. People could say their life wasn’t normal, but it was theirs, and Zara would fight tooth and nail to preserve what they had.

Toward the end of the song, other couples joined them on the dance floor.

Zara danced with her father and then Rider’s father. Then she was passed around her biker family until she ended up back in Rider’s arms three songs later.

His lips met the tip of her nose, and she cuddled into him. Content like never before.

Everyone was together, everyone was happy. No more so than Zara herself.

Rider proved he was the absolute best man for her when his mouth came to her ear and told her. “Only had you a few hours ago, Icy, and I already wanna strip you out of this dress so I can eat you until you scream.”

With the way her face flamed, she was sure everyone must know where her thoughts flew to. She laughed, tugging on his hair, “bad biker-man, someone might hear.”

He didn’t care about that.

Her hormones jumped and fizzled beneath her skin. Fingers tightened around the buttons of his crisp shirt, now rolled up his veiny forearms.

At their table, Zara was pulled onto his lap. His mouth found the side of her neck and she played with the back of his hair. “You waited years to get me here, Rider,” she teased, running the tips of her fingers over his shorn beard, watching how his navy blue eyes flared under her touch. “Do you want to rush us out of here and miss out on the only wedding you’ll ever have?”

“I got my name and ring on you; it’s all I wanted,” he gloated with a smirk twitching his mouth, “everything else is for you.”

He might be a hard-worn, stubborn man, but every word he spoke melted her. “Even the cake?”

Another smirk and a nip of his teeth on her chin, “especially the cake. My dessert is under this dress.”

The mouth on him. Zara chuckled on a steamy breath and pressed their foreheads together.

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