“Peyton?” I call out, not sure what the hell is going on.
She doesn’t answer.
Max and I’s song starts to play through the speakers, and the red, green, and yellow strobe lights begin to flash around me, and the disco ball is lit up.
And then I see Max.
He walks toward me, and he’s got a big, goofy grin on his face.
“What are you doing?” I ask, laughing, realizing he planned this whole thing.
“I wanted to dance with my girl.” He takes my hand and spins me, then pulls me to him.
“You’re crazy.”
“Crazy for you.”
I tilt my head back and chuckle. “When did you become such a romantic?”
He shrugs. “I guess it was always in me, I just needed you to melt my cold heart.”
“God, I love you,” I tell him, palms on his chest.
“I love you, too. That’s why I brought you here.” He lowers himself to one knee and takes my hand. “I have something I want to ask you.”
“Max,” I say breathlessly, my heart starting to beat wildly.
“I never thought I’d ever be ready to settle down. Didn’t think I’d ever be in a place to have the whole marriage and kids thing. But with you, Kendall, I see it all.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ring box. “I see a future.”
My hands go to my mouth when he opens it, and I see the large square cut diamond, with blue sapphires surrounding it. “Yes,” I practically shout.
He chuckles. “I haven’t asked the question.”
“Then ask it,” I tell him. “Because I’m about to start crying, and I really need to kiss you.”
He grins up at me. “Kendall, will you make me the happiest guy in the world and be my wife?”
“Yes,” I say again, the tears I’d been holding back suddenly sliding down my cheek as he slips the ring on my finger.
He stands, lifting me by my waist and kisses me hard.
“So what happens now?” I ask.
He laughs, hands on my waist. “Now I take you home, lock you in my bedroom, and keep you there until I’ve had my way with you.”
I squeeze his butt. “I love this side of you, Max.”
He lifts an eyebrow.
Epilogue I
Max
Three months later...
When I asked Kendall to marry me, I didn’t know what she’d say. I hoped. I hoped she loved me the way I’d always loved her, but I knew it was taking a risk. A chance. A step outside of my comfort zone that required a leap of faith.
Today, though, as she walks toward me with her bright white dress, gerbera daisies in her hands, I have no doubt that she is mine.
Grady walks her down the makeshift aisle, down the center of the roller rink, and her eyes shine like the sun.
Her best friends, Mila, Camilla, and Peyton stand up front as bridesmaids in their hot pink colored dresses, and we’ve invited all our friends to the ceremony. On my side of the aisle, there are my fellow officers, in suits and ties and modest dresses - muted colors and basic everything.
I smile, looking at the difference between Kendall’s side. Her friends are decked out in wild colors, people she has met at the raves she DJs. I am the vanilla to her rainbow sprinkles, that is for sure.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I won’t stop her from dancing in the rain, but I’ll wrap her in my arms and protect her when lightning strikes.
Standing together, in front of family and friends, we make promises that will last a lifetime. She is young and wild and free. And she is mine.
“I promise to be your shelter from the storms of life, the one you can rely on when times are hard, and I will be your rock. But more than that,” I vow. “I will be your champion. Your biggest fan, your forever.”
Her eyes fill with tears as she takes in my words. “And I will be your partner in crime,” she looks over at the cops in the second row and everyone laughs. “But not too much crime. Mostly I will be your partner in life. Whatever we decide to make of it. You were my first crush, but more than that, you were always there for me. Not just holding my hand but holding my heart. I love you, Max Major and I can’t wait to be your wife.”
When the officiant tells me to kiss the bride, I pull her close, swearing I’ll never let her fall. Her lips press against mine, and I wonder how the hell a booty-pact turned into a dream come true. I won’t over think it - because at the end of the day, my little one is mine and I am hers, and that is more than I could have ever asked for.
After the ceremony, we don our skates and clear the rink. She’s taken off the skirt of her dress, leaving on a sparkling train and a pair of white booty shorts. I grin ear-to-ear looking at my hot wife. God, she looks good. She skates onto the rink, all eyes on her, her long blond hair behind her, and she reaches for my hand. I’m scared as fuck that I’ll fall, but our fingers lace together as Tiffany’s “I Think We’re Alone” now blares from the sound system.
Later, the single ladies gather around as she prepares to toss the bouquet. I chuckle, standing with Grady as we watch the flowers fly, the women leap.
Peyton catches it and the girls laugh, teasing her that she’s next.
I walk over to my wife, slipping my hand in hers. “So is the party over?” I ask, so damn ready to leave with her in my arms.
She laughs. “Oh, Max, the party has just begun.” She slaps my butt and doesn’t even turn to wave goodbye. I pick her up, carrying her in my arms to the limo waiting outside.
Screw bootyogomy.
We’re married now.
Monogamy never looked so good.
Epilogue II
Kendall
Six months later...
I smile down at the text Max just sent me.
Max: This is an official booty call. When are you coming home?
Me: Soon. And I have a surprise for you.
Max: I love your surprises.
I hesitate before texting back, my stomaching doing a little flip when I think about what I have to tell him.
Me: I hope you like this one.
Before he responds, I shove my phone in my back pocket and finish helping Mila close up the rink.
“Are you nervous?” she asks, giving me a hug. The only reason she knows my secret is because she’s the one who suggested I take a pregnancy test after I’d been feeling nauseous the past week.
“A little,” I tell her honestly. “We didn’t really plan for this. Not that we...didn’t not plan for it, but...” I press my palms against my still flat belly. “It’s so soon.”
She smiles. “I don’t know. I think the timing is pretty perfect.”
“Why?” I ask her, but she just shrugs and grins like she knows something I don’t.
I’d pressure her for more details if I wasn’t desperate to get home.
“Go,” she says, giving my hand a squeeze. “I’ll finish closing.”
“Thank you.” I hug her again before leaving.
Max is waiting for me when I get home, and he pulls me into a deep kiss as soon as I walk in the house.
“There’s my girl,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I missed you today.”
“I can tell,” I say chuckling, feeling his hard length against my belly.
“So what’s this big surprise?”
I chew on my bottom lip and pull out my phone. “I thought maybe you could guess.”
One brow lifts. “Okay.”
I press play on the track I put together and lead him to our bedroom as Guns N’ Roses’ “Sweet Child of Mine” starts to play through the speakers.
He kisses me as I start to undress him, and when he pulls off my shirt, he asks, “New bra?”
I chuckle. “Nope.”
It doesn’t take us long before we’re both naked, and my husband’s hands are roaming my body. “Hmm...no tattoos.”
I laugh at that. “No.”
He lays me down on the bed, his hands and mouth touching and tasting and making me whi
mper in pleasure.
“I Saw God Today” by George Strait is the next song to play, and Max looks at me, brows raised. “Interesting soundtrack.”
He still doesn’t have a clue. I just smile and lose myself in his touch. I moan as his hard length sinks into my pussy, as he rocks against me, bringing me close to release.
“Babyfather” by Sade and “Haven’t Met You Yet” by Michael Buble both play, but even I’ve forgotten about my surprise, because when he’s inside of me, he’s the only thing I can see.
I cry out the same time he comes inside of me, and we lay breathless in each other’s arms.
“I love you so damn much,” he murmurs against my ear. “But I still don’t know what your surprise is.”
I chuckle, just as “Having My Baby” by Chase starts to play.
“Wait.” Max’s eyes go wide, and he lifts himself up on his forearms. “Are you?”
“Took you long enough to figure it out.”
“You’re pregnant?”
I nod. “I just found out today.”
A smile spreads across his face as he kisses me. “Holy hell, Kendall.”
“I know we weren’t planning it but—”
He cuts me off, leaning over me, his hand on my belly. “Guess there will be new meaning to the words little one.”
I laugh, tears in my eyes, as he pulls me in for another kiss. “God, I love you, Max Major.”
“Good thing too, because I’m more than your booty call. I’m your baby daddy.”
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Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.
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C.M. Seabrook writes hot, steamy romances with possessive bad boys, and the passionate, fiery women who love them. Swoonworthy romances from the heart!
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