Finn smirks from between my legs before crawling up my body and flipping us over.
His hands roam up my curves, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples until they’re stiffened peaks.
“I love you.” I lean forward and kiss him, our tongues tangling as I rub my pussy against his cock.
His hand slides into my hair, pulling my head back. “I love you too. Now ride my fucking cock like you own it.”
I smirk and plant my hands on his chest, sinking down onto his cock. “I do own it. Ring on my finger says so.”
“Good little slut.” He lifts his hips off the bed with each rock of my hips, helping me take him deeper. “Make yourself come on my cock.”
I roll my hips, my nails digging into his chest.
He groans, gripping my hips and forcing me to move faster.
My pussy clenches around his cock, milking him as he comes.
Finn keeps slamming into me until my pussy pulsates around him.
His fingers dig into my hips as I come.
When I lean forward, sprawling across his chest, his arms wrap around me.
His mouth finds mine, our kiss lazy as we bask in the feeling of being engaged.
Finn pulls away first, his fingers tracing patterns along my spine. “I didn’t think that this would ever be my life.”
I prop myself up a little, looking down at him. “Are you happy that it is?”
“Happier than you could ever know, Aves. I love you, and I can’t wait to get married to you. What do you think about running away tomorrow and getting married in Vegas?”
I laugh and kiss his chest. “As eager as I am to marry you, I want Zoe and Christian and the rest of my family there. Apart from my mother. I haven’t spoken to her since the will reading, and I don’t want to.”
“You don’t have to speak to her ever again.” He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “We’ll get married when you want to and however you want to.”
“You’re fine with whatever?”
“Aves, at the end of the day, all I care about is calling you my wife.” He ghosts his lips across mine. “However that happens is what I want.”
I settle in beside him, already dreaming of the rest of our lives.
EPILOGUE
FINN
Six Months Later
When the back door to Christian’s house opens and Ava appears wearing a white gown that hugs her curves, tears spring to my eyes.
I keep my hands clasped in front of me, terrified that they’re going to shake.
Her veil trails behind her as she walks down the aisle to an acoustic version of her favorite song.
Zoe grins beside her, tears streaming down her face.
Becca is on her other side, looking like this is everything she’s ever dreamed of for Ava.
Ava smiles at me like I’m the only person in the room.