The wedding party all started to march back up the beach toward the resort. Abby grabbed Pierce’s hand, stopping him. “Wait.”
His brow furrowed as he looked down at her. “You okay?”
“I’m amazing,” she said with a smile. “I just wanted a minute alone with you before we go to the reception.”
Smiling back, he turned and pulled her into his arms. “That sounds perfect.” He kissed her lips lightly. “You’re perfect.”
“I’m not,” she said, even as she pressed herself closer into his embrace.
“You are. You’re perfect for me.” He kissed her again. “And I can’t stop staring at you. You’re off-the-charts beautiful, Abby. I’m the luckiest man alive.”
Her smile deepened. “Thank you for that.” She hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder. “The ceremony was perfect.”
“I don’t remember half of it,” he admitted. “I just couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
She laughed. “Typical.”
“I’m sure it was great,” he went on with the joke. “I bet it was meaningful, right? Lots of nice things said?”
She pinched his ass and he yelped.
“I was there, baby,” he assured her. “I was there. I’ve rarely felt so present in my life. I just . . .” He tipped her chin up so they could look into each other’s eyes. “I’m going to give you a good life. We’re going to have everything. I promise.”
“I’m going to give you a good life too,” she said. “We’re in this together.”
They kissed tenderly, holding each other close as the waves crashed beyond.
“I love you,” she said. “Husband.”
He grinned. “I love you too, wife.”
“We’d better get to the party,” she murmured.
“I know.” But he kissed her a few more times before taking her by the hand and bringing her along.
* * *
The reception was held in the spacious event room, with dangling crystal chandeliers and high glass walls that displayed panoramic views of the ocean and beach. Tiny white lights strewn everywhere and endless amounts of flowers added to the atmosphere, making it opulent. The DJ played all the best songs, magnificent food and endless drinks were served, and the guests talked and danced the evening away.
Midway through, Pierce sat at their dais as he watched Abby dance with her father. She’d chosen Stevie Wonder’s “Isn’t She Lovely” as their song, and if Pierce wasn’t wrong, Jesse looked a little glassy-eyed as he twirled his daughter in his arms. The man was a grizzly bear, but when it came to his family, he was just a big mush. For a second, Pierce thought of his own father . . . having that traditional dance of the groom and his mother . . . then willfully batted the images away. He had his own family now. Abby.
“Hey there.” Charles came up behind him and clapped him on the shoulder.
“Hey.” Pierce rose to stand beside his oldest brother. He grabbed his half-empty beer and took another sip.
“She’s stunning,” Charles remarked, his eyes resting on Abby as she danced.
“I know.” Pierce nodded and looked at her too. “She really is.”
“She’s . . . glowing. From the inside out.” Charles quirked a grin. “I’ve rarely seen a more joyful bride. You did that, you know.”
Pleased, Pierce could only grin back.
“You having a good time?” Charles asked.
“Hell yeah. You?”
“I am. You guys planned a beautiful wedding and a great party.”
“Well, I only do a great party,” Pierce joked. “Still got a rep to uphold.”
They chuckled together. Then Charles said, “It’s the first time we’ve been to a big party as the six of us.” His gaze flicked over to his wife and went soft with adoration. “Lisette is enjoying herself. She’s tired, of course, but she will be for a while—like a few years. So I’m glad she’s here; she needed some fun.”
“Glad you’re all enjoying it.” Pierce shot a glance over to the table where the entire Harrison clan sat. Lisette looked pretty in a royal purple dress, her dark hair pulled off her face in a slick ponytail that tumbled down her back. She did look relaxed, smiling leisurely, and Pierce was glad for her. Seated next to her, Tess had the baby in her arms, rocking her and cooing at her. Ava, Thomas, and Myles were eating and talking. Dane sat beside Julia, a knockout in emerald green. The woman didn’t have it in her to be anything but eye-popping. They held hands on the tabletop as they talked with her son, Colin. Now almost twenty-four, he was a quiet, reserved, but friendly young man. Pierce liked him.
“That’s a great group over there,” he murmured.
“Who?” Charles followed his gaze. “You mean our family?”
Pierce nodded. Suddenly a lump formed in his throat, and he swallowed it down. He cleared his throat and said, “If you’d told me two years ago that I’d be living on Long Island, getting married, and happy to be in the fold with my family, I’d’ve told you to stop smoking crack. I’d have laughed in your face.”
Charles nodded slowly, considering. “Well, you were a hot mess when you came back here two years ago.”
At that, Pierce barked out a laugh. “True. That’s true. Thanks.”
“Look how far you’ve come.” Charles’s voice wasn’t needling but warm.
“I just did and it almost knocked me on my ass.” Pierce sipped his beer to ease the tightness in his throat. “Growing up, I thought you and Dane didn’t care about me. Only Tess. You guys were off doing your things. I hated you for that.”
“I know,” Charles said quietly, the remorse evident. “We were much older than you, but still . . . I’ll always regret that period of time. I wish I could go back and—”
“I know. But that’s all in the past. I’m not bringing it up to guilt you. I’m saying, look at everything now . . . look at that table. My whole family is here for me. And I wanted you all to be here. And I’m happy to be married. And it’s just . . .” Pierce shook his head in wonder. “Funny how life works out, that’s all.”
“Indeed.” Charles reached up to squeeze his brother’s shoulder. “Listen . . . quick married life tip.”
Pierce’s brows shot up. “Really? Didn’t you just get married in May?”
“Hey, wiseass, it’s my second marriage. I know some things. Shut up and listen.”
“I’m all ears.”
“You’ve already started heading in that direction,” Charles began, “but the fact is, you’re likely going to spend more time with Abby and her family as time goes on. It’s a natural progression. The wife usually dictates the social schedule and her family usually takes precedence. Especially when that family is as close as the McCords are.”
Pierce nodded, listening.
“Luckily for you, they’re really good people. I’m grateful to see they’ve taken you in as they have. It’ll help make things even easier for you as a couple, especially when you have kids someday. But . . .” Charles rubbed his jaw as he chose his words. “You’ll always have a place with the Harrisons too. Just don’t forget that. No guilt here, no pressure—you come around when you can. But do come around, okay? We’re here. We love you. Both you and your wife.”
Pierce blinked. Charles wasn’t usually an openly emotional man, but he had definitely softened since Lisette had entered his life. And though the brothers had grown closer over the past year or so, this was one of the most heartfelt declarations Charles had ever made to him. Pierce was so moved, he almost couldn’t speak. “Thanks. I won’t forget.” He stared at his oldest brother. “Listen, I know you’ve been totally on guard behind the scenes . . . keeping Dad away from us and the wedding all these months. Maybe Mom too. This is me officially thanking you for that.”
Charles shrugged, nonchalant. “My pleasure.”
“No, seriously. It means a lot,” Pierce said. “It’s, uh . . . it’s nice to have a powerful, protective big brother.”
“You have two, actually,” Charles reminded him.
> “I know. Yeah. But you . . . our past has been . . . I just really appreciate it, man.”
“You’re very welcome.” The side of Charles’s mouth curved in an affectionate half grin. “I’ll always have your back. And I know you have mine too.”
They stood in silence for a few seconds. Then Pierce set his bottle down and threw his arms around Charles, clasping him in a hug. Charles was jolted for a second in shock but immediately embraced him, giving him a clap on the back for good measure.
* * *
As the resort employees wheeled the wedding cake away, Pierce kissed a last tiny drop of icing off Abby’s lips. “Mmm. That was good.”
“I guess we can finally sit down now,” she said and turned to head back to their dais at the front of the glass-walled room.
“Um . . . wait. I have a better idea.” He grasped her hand and led her across the dance floor, then out of the room altogether.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“An idea got in my head,” he said, “and now it’s a moral imperative.” He flashed a wicked smile that promised pure sin, then pulled her down the wide hallway.
“We are so not doing this.” Abby giggled.
“We so are.” He kept looking around, intent on his search.
“I never knew you had a wedding dress fantasy,” she said.
“I never knew I did either ’til I saw you in that.” He stopped and yanked her against him, kissing her hard and hot. His tongue plundered her mouth as his hands went around to squeeze her bottom. “I wanna push up that dress and drive myself into you,” he whispered in her ear. He nipped the lobe, making her breath hitch. “I won’t be satisfied until I watch you come apart, feel you shudder, hear you gasp my name while you’re in this dress.”
“You’re dirty,” she breathed, shivering as he licked the side of her neck.
“I wanna dirty you up right now,” he said. “C’mon.” He grabbed her hand again and led her down the corridor.
“We could just go up to our suite,” she pointed out.
“Nah, not as fun,” he said. “We need, like, quick and hot broom-closet sex.”
“In the middle of our wedding day?”
“Hell yeah, on our wedding day!”
Both laughing, he stopped short in front of a door marked “Supply Closet” and turned to her with a wide smile of victory. “The gods are with us,” he declared and pushed the door open.
Inside, a couple was locked in a hot and heavy embrace against the wall. All four of them gasped at the same time. It was Troy and Fiona.
Abby’s jaw dropped and her eyes flew wide. She barked out a laugh, then clapped her hand over her mouth.
“Oh my God,” Fiona groaned, flushing bright red.
“Um, we’re a little busy here,” Troy growled. His ire was a bit less fearsome with his light brown hair tousled and Fiona’s lipstick smeared on his lips.
Pierce gave a quick nod. “As you were.” He shut the door quickly, then turned to look at his wife in surprise. They dissolved into laughter.
“I think that just killed the mood for me,” Abby said as they walked away.
“I think I’m now more determined than ever,” Pierce vowed.
When they returned to the reception eighteen minutes later, after a fast, hot romp in an empty coat room, Pierce and Abby were the very picture of a put-together bride and groom, not a hair out of place.
They walked around the room, hand in hand, chatting up every single guest who’d attended as they all ate their main course. They both made sure to keep straight faces as first Fiona reentered the room, then Troy a few minutes later. They gladly accepted the glasses of water Julia pushed into their hands, the hugs from their niece and nephews, the well-wishes of everyone they spoke with.
Toward the end of the evening, the sun outside dipped farther into the horizon, morphing the sky into a blend of blues, hot pink, and marmalade orange. Pierce took the microphone from the DJ, stopped the music, and asked for a moment. Standing across the room with her parents, Abby looked at him quizzically, with no idea what he was doing.
“Hi, everyone.” Pierce flashed a ridiculously charming grin, the one that had grabbed Abby the very first time they met. Even now, it gave her heart the tiniest tug.
“I just wanted to thank you all for being here with us today,” he said, his marine-blue eyes scanning the room as he spoke. “We’re glad you were able to share this day with us. And we especially want to thank our families and the wedding party . . . you’ve been there for us, and Abby and I really do appreciate it.” His gaze landed on her, and when it did, his smile turned warmer. “My beautiful Abby . . . my God, people, have you ever seen a more beautiful bride in your life? I know I haven’t.”
The crowd oohed and ahhed, and a few people applauded. Flattered, Abby felt herself blush but only smiled back at him, curious to hear what else he had to say.
“When Abby and I started dating, at first I messed it up. Badly. But I was smart enough to beg, and she gave me another chance. I thank God for that every day,” Pierce murmured into the mic. He stared at her, talking directly to her now. “Abby, I’ve become a better man because you came into my life. I’m not overstating that.” He smirked as he added, “Ask my family; they’ll tell you. Some louder than others.”
His siblings chuckled audibly.
He grinned at their response but continued to talk to her. “You’re the best person I’ve ever met. You’re smart and passionate and strong. You give so much to everyone. You’ve given me so much . . . strength and purpose and support. You’re the home I always looked for. You’re everything to me, baby. I love you so much.”
Her eyes stung with tears and her breath caught. Never had she expected such an open declaration like this; it wasn’t his style . . . but there he was, saying these things in front of everyone they knew. I love you too, she mouthed back.
He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He looked around the room and said, “So. The second time we were dating . . .” The crowd laughed. “I heard this song one night on the radio, after I dropped her back home. I started listening to the lyrics and it moved me so much I had to pull over. Because the words had described me, and my life before I met Abby, perfectly. It also described what I wanted for the future perfectly. It was, um . . . one of those epiphany moments, you know? I was just frozen, sitting in my car. Because I heard this song . . . and I imagined dancing with her to it at our wedding.”
Abby lost it. Tears rolled out of her eyes, right down her face.
“So, Abby? I know it’s not our official wedding song—we did that already—but will you please come have this one special dance with me?” Pierce held out a hand.
The crowd murmured, some people breaking into applause as Abby crossed the ballroom to go to him. She flung herself at him and held tight. His arms wrapped around her.
“I can’t believe you,” she sobbed.
“I know, I’m ruining your makeup.” He pulled back to wipe her cheeks. “Sorry.”
“I’ll never forget this as long as I live,” she whispered. She raised her hands to hold his face. “You’re amazing. That was beautiful. I love you so much.” She pressed her lips to his. As they kissed, the guests applauded, and the song Pierce had asked for started to play: “Forever in My Life” by Prince. He pulled her into his arms and pressed his cheek to hers; her arms slid around his waist and she closed her eyes.
As the quiet ballad played, Pierce and Abby danced in the center of the room. All eyes were on them, but it was as if they were the only ones there. They held each other close, swaying gently to the music, as Pierce sang every single word into her ear along with the song.
For those few minutes, a hush fell over the room, as if a spell had been cast. The song played and they danced and he whispered every word to her and Abby held him close. As her love for him battered her like a tidal wave, she clutched at him, holding on to him to keep her steady and upright.
When the song ended, the
room broke into thunderous applause. He took her face in his hands. “See why that song means something to me? That was me, Abby. That was me until I found you.”
She sniffled hard, and he kissed her lips gently.
“Remember that date we had,” she said, her voice still quavering, “when you bought like two hundred dollars’ worth of sushi and I said you might have gone a little over the top?”
He nodded.
“And you said, ‘I excel at over the top. It’s one of my special gifts,’” she quoted.
He grinned. “Sounds like me.”
“Yup. Well, it’s true. You’ve had a lot of those over-the-top moments,” she said, sniffling again. “Proposing to me on top of a mountain in Sedona . . . surprising me with wanting to buy that wonderful house . . . making sure Fiona had your credit card so she could plan an extravagant bachelorette party at that spa for me. Those were pretty over-the-top things. Nice things. But all of that pales compared to this.” She shook her head. “I don’t think you’ll ever be able to top this moment,” she said. “This was the single most romantic thing you’ve ever said or done. I’ve never been so moved, so touched, in my entire life.”
“Aww, babe.” He lowered his head and kissed her, long and sweet. “I’ll never stop trying to top it, though.”
“Because you’re so competitive,” she said on a laugh.
“No. Because you’re worth it.”
About the Author
JENNIFER GRACEN hails from Long Island, New York, where she lives with her two sons. After spending her youth writing in private and singing in public, she now only sings in her car and is immersed in her passion for writing. She loves to write contemporary romance for readers who look for authentic characters and satisfying endings. When she isn’t with her kids, doing freelance proofreading, or chatting on Twitter and Facebook, Jennifer writes. She’s already hard at work on her next book. Jennifer is a member of the Romance Writers of America and is active in the Long Island Romance Writers, as well as being a member of CTRWA and RWA-NYC.
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