“I love you too, Ky. But I need you to promise me that you’ll never run off without giving me a chance to explain myself again. I want you to remember that I will always be yours, and that’s never going to change. I just need you to trust me, even when you’re going through a hard time, and even when you’re feeling jealous. Just let me help you through those moments. I need this promise from you, Ky. If you can’t give it to me, then tell me now, because I can’t go through this again.”

He kissed the tip of my nose, then brushed over each of my eyes, and finally my mouth. He nibbled on my lip, then spoke against my mouth. “Never again. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure we never go through this again. I promise you.”

“Oh thank God. I was convinced I was going to have to wrap myself around you like a monkey and you wouldn’t ever be able to get me off.” I smiled my first smile in days.

I felt his shoulders shake with laughter.

“Can we go inside? It’s freezing out here, and I don’t want my girl to turn into a Popsicle,” Ky teased.

I nodded my head, still wearing a stupid grin. He got to his feet. Sweeping me into into his arms, he carried me back toward the cabin.

She looked so beautiful in white.

Harper had corrected me earlier in the evening and said that her dress wasn’t white, it was antique—I really didn’t give a fuck what the exact color was. My bride was beautiful in any color, but especially this one because this was the color she said ‘I do’ to my happy ass. Yeah, white will always be my favorite color on her.

Five hours ago, I married the girl that was made to be mine. It had been such a great night. Finn stood behind me as my Best Man. Harper gave herself away. She’d always been independent—although she’d said that if my dad were still alive, she would have asked him to give her away. That caused me to choke up a bit, knowing that she loved my Dad enough that she would have given him that honor.

The ceremony went off without a hitch, although when the celebrant asked for the rings, Levi thought it would be funny if he brought out a ring-pop instead of the actual ring. He even licked it before handing it to me. Thankfully, my bride found it funny, as did all of our guests-because if she hadn’t, I would have let Harper give Levi a taste of one of her ‘nipple twisters.’

When the photographer wrapped up pictures at the chapel, we headed to the reception. After our first dance as husband and wife, I sat Harper down so I could play a song I’d written especially for her. She was brought to tears.

I wrote about a girl that I’d secretly loved in high school, but she didn’t know it, and how it had blossomed into a hot romance. And then I’d added in a verse that I sang in her ear just for her. It was about only ever wanting one girl and loving her forever.

We did all of the usual couple things, like kissing when the wine glasses were tapped, cutting the cake—even the stupid “chicken dance”. For obvious reasons, we’d decided to cut out the father and daughter dance, and my mother had understood when we chose not to have a mother and son dance either.

Over the past two years, Harper had explained to me in great detail how her father was absent from her life. When she was a child, he’d done drugs in front of her, and made her feel responsible for her parents’ split. He would pick and choose when he’d come around her. Even when he did see her, she was made to feel guilty about being his child, as if she had been a burden, when all she’d wanted was for him to love her unconditionally. She’d never wanted him to raise her, or take care of her physical needs. Harper had wanted her dad to be her emotional support—to be the man in her life.

My feelings on the matter? Too fucking bad for him. He missed out on something special with this girl, but she was mine now, and I planned on showing her just how special she was.

Every.

Single.

Day.

As the reception was wrapping up, I looked over at Finn. Hey was rubbing Emilyn’s very swollen stomach while they slow danced together. Little Allie was our flower girl. I adored the shit out of that kid. She was shy like her mom. They’d found out the new baby was a boy. They don’t have a name picked out for him just yet, but both of them said they’ll know as soon as they see him.

Finn looked over at me and tipped his head up. I’d motioned that I was going to cut out. It was time that I took my bride to the special place I’d planned. Leaning in to whisper in her ear, I asked her if she was ready to go. She kissed me tenderly, and said yes. After saying goodbye to all of our friends and family, and thanking them for coming, I helped Harper get into the car.

“How in the hell did you get in the car without tearing this dress apart?” I asked as I stuffed the last little bit of lace and fluffy shit inside.

She laughed. “It took skill. Oh, and it probably helped that I had like five people there making sure I wouldn’t get wrinkled.”

I shook my head, and smiled as I climbed in.

“So are you ready for your surprise, Mrs. Lewis?”

“I am, Mr. Lewis.”

She gave me that dazzling smile and we took off towards the high school. When we got there, I helped her out of the car and walked her toward where I had a blanket and some wine set up.

“What are we doing at the football field, Kyler?” She was flat out grinning now. She knew why.

“Well, you told me that you used to stalk me, and you’d sit behind the bleachers and watch me play football.”

She slapped me on the arm. “I wasn’t stalking. I was simply learning the game.”

“Uh-huh.”

I lead her to the spot, and she giggled.

“Really, Ky, you want me to lay down in my wedding dress on that blanket?”

“No, I want you out of that wedding dress and on that blanket … naked.”

I saw her shiver. Stepping in to her, I brought my hand up to her face and caressed her cheek. I traced the outline of her jaw and moved down her neck. The feel of her soft skin always made me want to taste her, so I did just that. Leaning in, I licked a trail from her clavicle to her ear. Harper moaned, tipping her head to the side to give me better access.

“Turn around, Harper. I want this dress off you.”

She complied. Thankfully there was a zipper that I was able to easily slide down from her back to the top of her ass. I ran my fingertips up the smooth skin of her back and then grazed them down her arms, moving the straps as I went. The dress slipped down to the ground and I helped her step out. Harper was standing in front of me in a light pink strapless lace bra, a matching lace thong, and white heels. Yup … white was definitely my favorite color on her.

I walked around to the front of her and brought my lips to hers. I licked my tongue over her lower lip and she opened her mouth. When I felt her tongue touch mine, I pulled her closer to me, wanting every inch of her body against me. I unhooked the clasps of her bra and tossed it to the side. Placing one of her perfectly round breasts in my hand, I let my mouth capture her nipple on the other. My tongue and my thumb moved in tandem—swirling and tweaking. Harper grabbed my hair and held me to her, wanting more. When I nipped the tips of her nipples with my teeth, I felt a shiver run down her spine and her legs seemed too weak to hold her up.

I lay her gently on the blanket, and looked down at her. Her hands came up and she began unbuttoning the front of my shirt. When she had it open, she smoothed her soft hands down my chest and kept going until she reached inside Pants and took hold of my cock. If she wasn’t careful, this wouldn’t last long.

Sitting up, I removed my pants and helped her out of her thong. She was completely wet and ready for me, but I wanted to give her more first. Feeling between her wet folds, I slid two fingers inside of her and she bucked against my hand. I pushed in as far as I could go before I withdrew, then put three fingers in her. I knew that doing it this fast and rough so early on in the evening would make her come quick and hard. I had barely pumped my fingers in and out of her when I felt her tighten around me.