Page 109 of The Marriage Deal
She amazes me and I’m pretty sure that she’ll amaze me until the day she dies.
After the ordeal with Jake where I came so close to losing her forever—I would have lost her forever if it weren’t for Nash. I’ll never be able to repay him. Notever. But after that ordeal, she refused to let it affect her life. Our life.
We went ahead with the wedding as planned. Two weeks later, she was officially Mrs. Lilah Alder. We’ve been married for a week, and in only three days we leave for our honeymoon in Croatia. It took her restless mind that long to decide where she wanted to go. But I endeavor to take her to see the world, if that’s what she craves. We officially have the rest of our lives to do it.
Jake flipped on his crew in the ambulance, giving testament to the coward he really is. Not that they needed his flip, what with the recording Nash handed over. It was confession enough.
The entire operation is now in custody behind bars where they will be for a long, long time. If Lilah hadn’t shot him, I’m not sure we’d have ended this so soon.
Just thinking about his intentions for her—Nash told me what she wouldn’t—makes me sick. I’m relieved it hadn’t been me there in that car with her only for the fact that I’d likely have killed the man without even a moment of hesitation, and the crew would still be at large.
Finally, I feel peace knowing she is safe.
“Oh!” Lilah exclaims, her hand pointing again to the sky. “Another one.”
The sky is dark now and the only sound is of crickets and the melody of the falls spilling into the pool below.
Lilah sits up suddenly, her smile beautiful and bright. “I have an idea.”
“Hit me with it, little lunatic.”
Her smile turns devious, and I know I’m in for it.
She shifts onto her knees, her hands moving to the hem of her dress as she pulls it over her head. She’s wearing little white lace panties and a matching bra with a tiny pink satin bow between her breasts—and nothing else.
I suddenly love whatever I’m in for as I knife into a sitting position, a low growl of male pleasure spilling from the deep of me.
I make to reach for her, but she shimmies away. I watch, grinning as she jumps down from the bed of the truck. “Let’s jump.”
“No.” I shake my head.
“Please, husband,” she begs, breathily and hopeful.
I crack, ripping my shirt over my head.
She squeals in excited delight. What can I say, I love when my wife calls me husband.
I kick out of my jeans and meet her outside the bed of the truck, which we’ve piled high with blankets and pillows for our night under the stars that she told me she wanted.
I pull her into my arms, and she sinks into the embrace, tipping her head back for a kiss I take. Then I deepen it until I taste the honey drenched soul, I’ve somehow managed to win for my own.
Like always, my body responds with hunger forhers. When she moans, dragging her lips from mine, I can’t help but smirk down at her.
She returns my smirk with a devious little grin as she shimmies out of my reach. Then she runs for the cliff edge, leaping over the side with a shriek that still twists my insides into tight knots.
This time, I don’t think twice about following my heart over the cliff.
I couldn’t anyway. She’s lassoed my heart in an unbreakable tangle of web I’ll happily live in for the rest of my days.
I follow her over the cliff, falling just as fast as I fell for the little lunatic as I splash into cold water beside her. I break the surface to the picture of her swimming closer. And then she’s in my arms. We swim and kiss until I can touch the bottom—and I’m no longer cold. There’s a flushed heat in my skin. A fire in my blood. Magma in my veins.
Our tongues tangle and our bodies slip and slide as I shove from my boxers, pushing her panties to the side to sink deep into her warm heat.
She breaks our kiss to gasp in breath, keeping our foreheads connected as I make love to her under the stars in the place where she first wrangled my unwilling heart from my stone-cold chest.
“I love you, wife.”
“I love you, husband.” Those words on her hitched breath nearly do me in.
“I loved you from the very beginning.”
“And I’ll love you until the end.”
My hands twist into her hair. “There’ll never be an end for us, Lilah. Never. I’ll love you in this life and I’ll love you beyond this life. Forever.”
“Always.”
We come undone together like we’ll come undone together for the rest of eternity. Because this woman stole my whole heart on that first jump. And we could do a thousand jumps, but I’d never find the string that returns my heart to me. Even if I did, I’d cut that cord without second thought just to have an eternity of loving her.
The End.
