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“I like the sound of that … fiancée.” I grab her ass and punch my hips up.

She giggles, leaning down and sealing her mouth over mine. Our kisses turn hungry with every stroke of our tongues. Emery glides her pussy over my thickening cock, moaning as my tip bumps her clit. I break the kiss and flip us again so she’s on her back, her legs spread wide.

Emery places a hand on my chest and pushes me back. “Wait.”

I stop at her command.

“When we tell people about your proposal, can we lie and say we were fully clothed while you dropped to one knee and asked me to marry you?”

She’s right. I don’t think I will ever live it down if my brothers know I asked Emery to marry after sex. They’ll think I was sex-drunk, when in reality this is the most sober I have ever been. I’m pretty sure my parents would kill me, especially since I don’t have a ring. I’m going to need to rectify that situation tomorrow.

I chuckle. “Sure, baby. It will be our little secret that I proposed while being balls deep inside you.”

“You’re as charming as ever, Mason Miller.”

“Only for you, Emery soon-to-be Miller.”

Fuck, I love the sound of that, and by the look on her face, so does my fiancée.

She pulls my head down and kisses me. We spend the rest of the night wrapped up in each other, talking, fucking, laughing, making love, and planning our future.

Everything.

I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with Emery. Pulling my head out of my ass and finding my way back to her was the best thing I have ever done. Being here, with her in my arms, is the only place I want to be.

Making her happy and showing her how much I love her will be my life’s mission. From here on out, every moment of my life will be dedicated to making sure every moment of hers is happy.

Chapter fifty-seven

Mason

Epilogue

February

I knock roughly onthe door of the hotel room accommodating Emery and her friends today. The muffled voices of the women in my life go quiet, and I smile, shaking my head at the door.

My quiet self-induced solitary fiancée is no longer alone. She has people by her side. People who love her and value the kind-hearted and hard-working person she is. Turns out the bachelorette weekend may not have been our best moment, but it was for Emery.

In the last months, Emery has grown even closer to Scarlett and Rylann—who, in less than an hour, will become her sister—as well as Levi’s sisters. The group of them are behind this door, laughing and having a good time. A fraction of my anxiety eases, knowing she has them.

“Who is it?” Scarlett sings, and the throng of women erupts into giggles.

My chest does that warm swelling thing it’s been doing since Emery agreed to marry me.

“It’s me,” I answer, my voice cracking a little.

Fuck. I sound nervous. I wipe my sweaty palms over my slacks and take a deep breath to calm my racing heart.

“Just a second,” Rylann shouts.

I can’t make out their hushed conversation, so I wait. I’d wait forever for Emery if I had to, but I don’t. Today is our wedding day and the happiest day of my life. I get to watch the love of mylife walk down the aisle to me—the guy who completely fucked up and almost lost her for being a stubborn ass. Somehow, she still loves me, just as I am.

I’m the luckiest man in the world. She chose me, and I get to pledge my unconditional love to her in front of our friends and family, binding her to me for life. I get to place my ring on her finger for every man to see she’s mine.

My stomach drops.Ring.

One reason I’m nervous. Emery has been adamant that she didn’t want an engagement ring. It’s been a point of contention for us. We agree on everything: the new house’s renovation, the new design, our future, our careers, dinner. Everything.

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