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With eyes locked in a sultry gaze, I executed my plan, hoisting myself up and freeing his rock-hard cock from its confines. I didn’t bother removing his clothes; I just grasped him firmly and pulled him out, reveling in the velvet feel of his throbbing length against my palm.

A deep groan escaped his lips as his hands dug into my hips, holding me close.

Using my newfound freedom, I moved one hand to the damp cotton barrier between us. I tugged it aside and positionedmyself above him, taking just an inch of him inside me. Our moans harmonized as I paused, allowing my body to adjust to his size. We hadn’t warmed up much, and he filled me completely. Despite the initial discomfort, I continued to lower myself on his cock, inch by exquisite inch, each pinch and stretch sending shockwaves through my overloaded nerves.

Once fully seated on his lap, I placed my hands on his chest, and he reached under my dress to cup my breasts. His skilled fingers rolled my nipples in a slow, deliberate rhythm, setting the tempo for our lovemaking. I mirrored his movements, grinding my hips in a hypnotic dance that was as much about pressure as it was friction. I clenched around him, finding the perfect angle to rub against my clit with every motion.

As the pleasure built to an intense, uncontainable crescendo, his mouth captured mine, pulling me tight against his chest. I danced my tongue along his, careful to avoid his still-healing wound. When his hips bucked beneath me, I feared I might have hurt him, but then I felt his breath hitch, and I knew he was close. So was I, the tension of the past week bubbling to the surface, demanding release.

His mouth tore away from mine, a strangled cry escaping his lips as he lost control. The primal sound sent me over the edge, and I screamed his name, careful not to clutch his injured shoulder. I clung to him, my body shuddering as he filled me with his cum, our connection raw and intimate.

He smoothed my hair and pressed a tender kiss to the top of my head. Then he whispered the words I longed to hear.

“I love you.”

I shifted slightly, eliciting a groan, and replied, “I love you, too.”

Soon, we would pull apart and move on with our evening, but for now, this was exactly where I wanted to be, and he was exactly who I wanted to be with.

EPILOGUE

Cory

High sixties and a touch of sunshine? That’s practically a dream come true for a Seattle May wedding, and today was my brother Alec’s big day. I was more than grateful for the weather and even more so for the woman on my arm. With my extensive family tree, weddings could get a tad complicated, but Alec and his lovely bride Lumen had made it simple by only having her adopted daughter Soleil and his own daughter Evanne as their wedding party. So there I was, sitting cozy next to Rylee throughout the ceremony and now leading her into the colossal reception space Alec had rented.

“You know,” Rylee mused as we entered, “it’s one thing to hear about your sibling count, but it’s a whole other ballgame to see it in person.”

“Don’t worry. We won’t quiz you.” My older brother Brody flashed a grin at Rylee. “Hey, I’m Brody.”

“Hi.” Rylee’s smile was radiant. “And your wife is Freedom, right?”

“That’s her.” His eyes gleamed with love as he glanced at his very pregnant wife. “Her sister, Aline, is over there with our brother Eoin.”

It was hard not to smile at the sight of that couple. Eoin’s war injuries had almost wrecked him, but then he’d fallen head over heels for Aline, and he’d truly started to heal.

A stirring behind us caught our attention. My sister Maggie and her husband Drake both had wounds that could’ve left them broken, but instead, they’d found strength together. Their twins were due soon, and my sister had never looked more stunning despite the exhaustion.

Carson, my twin brother, popped up out of nowhere. “Hey, bro. Vix and I saved you guys a spot.” He nodded towards the table where Fury was already seated with Rome and Paris. “They’re probably concocting some wild drinking game as we speak.”

I rolled my eyes, looking over at Rylee. “That could be trouble.”

She grinned mischievously. “Sounds like a blast, actually. It’s been weeks since I’ve let my hair down.”

Memories of her drunk and groping me sent blood rushing south. “Let me get you a glass of champagne, dear.” I winked at her as I flagged down a waiter.

Forty minutes had flown by, and there I was, kicking back in my chair, totally entranced by Rylee. She was playfully ribbing Fury about a golden opportunity he’d missed that had scored Palmer Money Management a chunk of change for their clients. Smart cookie that she was, she steered clear of the whole Natalie debacle, which had crashed and burned after Fury got a little too chummy with some other woman. But hey, Fury hadn’t beencheating or anything, just being his usual perceptive self, or so he said. Me? I was happy admiring one woman for the long haul.

From the get-go, Rylee was like a refreshing gust of wind compared to the usual ladies I’d cross paths with. Most would’ve been intimidated by my family, feeling like a fish out of water, but not Rylee. She slid into our tribe as smoothly as a dolphin diving into the ocean waves without needing a bottle of “liquid courage” to steady her nerves. The two glasses of champagne she’d downed only added to her unfiltered charm, which had everyone but Fury and me in hysterics. Because most of her stories? They were all about the two of us.

Carson gave me a nod that could only mean one thing - I had nailed it. I glanced at his stunning fiancée and echoed his gesture. We were two lucky dudes, for sure.

“How’s the shoulder holding up?” Paris chimed in, her eyes filled with worry. “I wanted to swing by the hospital, but Mom said it was best to give you some space since we’d all be together at the wedding.”

“It’s on the mend,” I assured her, shifting my focus from Rylee to my elder stepsister. “The infection threw a wrench in things, but I’ve been keeping up with physical therapy and following the doctor’s orders, and it’s coming along.”

“You back in your pad yet?” Rome piped up, my stepbrother. “Or have you been crashing at hotels all week?”

“He’s been bunking with me,” Rylee said, joining the conversation. “But I’ll have to show him the door soon. He’s a very inconsiderate houseguest.”

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