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We pull into the parking garage and as soon as he puts the Porsche in park he hops out, coming around to my side, and helps me out. He wraps his arm around my waist and leads me to the elevator. I’m not sure what’s happening but my body is like a live wire. He lets us inside, and I slip off my jacket.

Silas fits his front to my back. He reaches around cupping my breasts, pinching my hardening nipples through my dress. He places his lips against my neck and begins kissing me. My mouth opens and a sigh comes out.

My nipples harden even more and he begins massaging my breasts. Silas’s lips touch my ear. “I love you in this dress. I love it even more because you did it for my sister and your brother.” He kisses the spot behind my ear. “You’re so selfless, always thinking of others first, and that is such a huge turn-on.”

He begins his assault again on my neck, kissing and licking at my skin. My body is so flushed and I’m so turned on right now. Silas’s oral assault on my neck and shoulder lasts for what feels like forever. He keeps one hand on my breast and the other one grips my braid, pulling my head back further and to the side.

Silas places his nose against my skin, and I can hear him inhale. “God, you smell good. Are you ready for me to fuck you?” I nod because I just can’t speak, but Silas spanks my ass, and I bite my lip to keep from yelping. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. Yes, I want you to fuck me.”

He groans and I feel it all through my body. “Good girl. I want you to go upstairs, strip out of your clothes, but leave your shoes on.” His tongue touches my earlobe, and I do a full-body shiver. “Then I want you to stand facing the cross, and wait for me to come up there.”

Silas backs away from me and I walk toward the stairs on shaky legs, keeping one hand on the wall as I head upstairs. I didn’t even notice he had the cross out earlier, but my stomach dips every time I see it. I reach behind me and pull my zipper down until my dress flutters to the floor in a pool of blush silky material.

I’m hyperaware of everything right now. I fidget as I wait for Silas and what he’s going to do to me. His footsteps echo through the room as he walks up the stairs. My nipples harden as his footsteps get closer. The room is dark, only the moonlight shining in and casting a subtle, romantic glow in our room.

The warmth of Silas’s body radiates as he moves in close to me. In a million years I never thought I’d find a man or want one, especially one like Silas, but I can’t imagine my life without him in it now. We had a rough start, and hell, a rough middle, but I look forward to our future, a future I never thought I’d have.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” he whispers against my ear.

I again do a full-body shiver, but smile and answer my man eagerly, “Yes, Sir.”

Epilogue

Silas

Six Months Later

“Are you nervous?” Stefan asks. I turn to my best friends, who both smile at me because they know I’m not.

We’re standing in Brit’s parents’ backyard and I’m waiting impatiently for my girl to come out so I can make her my wife. I proposed a month ago at a Cubs game, which was fitting since it was after a Cubs game that she first gave herself to me. I know my girl isn’t into jewelry, so her engagement ring is a thin gold band with both of our birthstones on it.

She began to cry when I got down on one knee and everyone around us started cheering, but I only had eyes for my girl. Britain screamed yes, and then tackled me right there. Needless to say we didn’t stay for the rest of the game.

We decided we didn’t want to wait to get married, and since Britain still hates to wear dresses, we made the decision to have the ceremony in her parents’ backyard in the personalized Cubs jerseys she ordered us and shorts. On the invitations, we’ve asked everyone to wear sports gear.

My future brother and already brother-in-law, Keith and Marcus, join our huddle. They’re both wearing their Cubs jerseys. “What’s up, guys?”

“Can I just say that I’m so fucking happy our sister is not making us wear tuxes?” Keith says with a smile. Of course they’d do it for their sister if that’s what Britain wanted.

“Places, everyone,” my future mother-in-law shouts.

Sam Cooke starts playing through some speakers. First Beth comes walking toward the front with a Cubs-colored bouquet in one hand and her and Keith’s newborn son, Gunner, in her other arm. They’re both decked out in Cubs gear, as were Annie and Bridgette as they came down the makeshift aisle.

The moment my girl appears at the top of the deck stairs, I’m speechless—Britain is gorgeous and dressed exactly like she was when we went to our first Cubs game together and the night she gave me the gift of her virginity. I laugh because she’s even got the C painted on her cheek.

Her bouquet is made of baseballs and I can only shake my head. When she and her dad reach me, I shake her dad’s hand. “Take care of her.”

I look at my beautiful bride when I answer him. “Always.” I lean in and kiss her cheek—no makeup, just the way she likes it. “You take my breath away.”

I pull back and she smiles up at me, her eyes shining bright with unshed tears. “I love you.”

Our ceremony is short and sweet, and then my new father-in-law starts the grill for our reception/cookout.

Right before it’s time for the cake, I glance across the yard to where my wife is cradling our nephew in her arms. A warm feeling spreads in my chest and I’m looking forward to what our future holds.

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