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He rolls, tugs me on top of him, and I giggle when he palms my ass. He’s already getting hard again.
“Round two,” he says, cocky and tender all at once. “Got a lot more worship in me tonight. Thought I’d take my time with my wife, show her all the ways her husband can make her come.”
“Your appetite is never satisfied,” I drag my hand down his chest, “insatiable.”
“Obsessed.” He grins. “Completely gone for you.”
I grind down, slow, teasing, and his head drops back with a curse. “Adrienne.”
“Use your words, Mr. Bescher. What do you want?”
He flips us, laughter mixing with a rough sound that is all we need. “My wife wants words. She gets words.” He settles between my thighs, lines himself up, and kisses me like I’m air. “I want to mark you as mine.”
He pushes in, and I open for him, thighs falling open shamelessly. He continues to worship me with his hands, his cock, his lips. I hold his face as he moves, our eyes locked on each other. When we come, we finish together. He buries his face in my neck and breathes me in.
He drags his knuckles lightly over my thigh. “Mrs. Bescher.”
“Mm?”
“Tomorrow I’m taking you out on that ridge at sunrise.” He points out the window. “Just us and the cold and that view. I’m going to fuck you senseless up there, then I’m bringing you backto bed and doing all this again.” He kisses my smile. “And the day after that. And the next. For the rest of our lives.”
I press my palm to his cheek, heart so full it aches. “Deal.”
His eyes soften. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I trace lazy circles over his chest.
He brushes a strand of hair off my cheek, thumb lingering at my jaw. “You know,” he murmurs, voice rough from everything we just did, “You know how I told you before that there's always that moment in a relationship where it changes, where you know?”
“Yeah.” I rest my chin on his chest.
“I used to think it would be this huge moment. Some big, obvious thing that told me this is it, this is how you know.”
My chest tightens. “And now?”
He smiles. “Now I get it. It wasn’t one moment. It was everyone who led us here. Every time you smiled at me. Every time you stayed, even when I didn’t think I deserved it.” His fingers slide through mine, squeezing gently. “You’re the culmination of all those moments. You always were.”
I lean forward and press my lips to his, holding them for a brief second. “Then I guess we'd better make a lifetime of those moments together.”
“Deal, Mrs. Bescher.” He grins as soon as he says it, that crooked grin that undoes me every time. “God, I love the sound of that.”
Tomorrow we’ll wake up as husband and wife, start the rest of our forever. But tonight, in this bed, in his arms, it feels like time has stopped and the rest of the world doesn’t exist. That’s how every moment has always felt with him.
Like a little pause in time that became my forever.
Epilogue
Scotty—Five Years Later…
The chair rocks beneath me, the old wood groaning as I sit with Silas tucked against my chest. My son’s a furnace, cheeks flushed, little fists bunched in my T-shirt. Nine months old and he’s already got a grip like a damn ranch hand.
“She always did have a way with horses.” Hudson sits in the chair beside me, nodding toward his daughter.
Out in the pasture, Adrienne and her mom brush down Priscilla and Rosa. Before I sold off the ranch, I spoke with Hudson and Deven about bringing the girls to their barn since they had the room. They were happy to have the girls move in when Adrienne and I decided to make her house on the ranch our home.
“Guess she always did,” I murmur, adjusting Silas when he stirs. She’s got a special bond with Priscilla. Makes sense since they’re both the most stubborn females I’ve ever met.”
Hudson chuckles, a deep, knowing sound. “You got that right. Stubborn as the day is long.
