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“On one condition.” I say, my hands shaking.

“Whatever you want, Firecracker.”

“You have to wear a cowboy outfit for the wedding.”

He drops his head, then brings those ice-blue eyes up, slipping the ring on my finger.

“Anything for you, baby. I’m going to mount you like the Lone Fucking Ranger mounts Tonto.” He lands a hard smack on my ass. “Into the sunset we go, baby.You gotta do something for me too.”

“What?”

He stands, grabbing my head in his hands and spinning me around, bumping his hard on against my ass. “You want me to be a cowboy for you? Then, I want some reverse cowgirl from you, baby.” He drags me through the field toward the house on the other side. Looking up at the sky, he yells. “Yee fucking haw.”

CHAPTER 21

King

Epilogue – Seven years later

This kind of happiness was never in my playbook. Not until I got cuddled by the best.

The Blades have just won another Cup. Four out of the last seven years, our team has ridden the wave to the pinnacle of the league.

It’s the highest of highs, with one exception.

My wife.

In seven years, she’s puzzled together a life I never thought I wanted. I laugh more than I thought was humanly possible, and it’s all because of her.

I love like a madman and love every second of our filthy expressions of that love.

There are fights. She’s a pain in the ass sometimes, always trying to keep things under control, but she’s come a long way.

And so have I.

I loved her from that first moment I saw her in that red dress. It was like fireworks and a soul meeting its twin.

Which is ironic, because we are still at polar opposite ends of so many things. But we’re also like two magnets, unable to keep from snapping up against each other whenever we are within spitting distance.

She’s loosened up on so many fronts, and I’ve reined myself in on just as many.

Contentment rides alongside of me as I navigate this incredible life, which gave me a future full of family and friends, and nights full of sweating, gagging, fucking and coming.

We’ve got most of the team at our place. We renovated the old Nolan house, and from the first moment I carried her over the threshold with my ring on her finger and my name attached to hers, she dubbed it Cowboy Camelot.

Fitting.

She and Victor are in the kitchen, fighting over how much sugar to put in the cheesecake. It has bacon in it, that’s all I need to know. Beyond that, I could care less about cooking, and it’s better for everyone that way.

She’s still a dynamo, with goals for days and that desire to help everyone that crosses her path. She’s taught me empathy and patience.

I don’t always use them, but I know what they are.

I sit back and just watch as guests chat and laugh and mingle, but I’m focused on her. I’m obsessed with her.

Our Catrina, who is five, sits on the floor in a circle with some of our other teammates’ children, eating cake and giggling, and talking in that secret language only they can understand.

Emee and I were over the moon and stars when she finally got pregnant. But she’s also a career woman, and she didn’t want to overload our life and have the family suffer if we filled the house with kids too soon.

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