Page 121 of The Keeper and I

She shook her head. “I want to elope.”

That took him aback. He half-expected Laci to want all the bells and whistles kind of a wedding in a big white gown with all her loved ones around them. Something like the event they were at. It would have been miserable, but he’d do anything to make her happy. Even endure a day of traditional wedding bullshit. Hearing she could forgo all of that felt almost too good to be true.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. “With our jobs, so much of our lives are public. Becoming your wife…I want that to be just us.” She searched his face. “Is that alright with you?”

“Better than alright. I think I love you even more,” he replied, and kissed her again. She giggled into his mouth. “When do we leave?”

“How’s tomorrow?”

“You’ve got yourself a date, angel.”

He kissed her once more for good measure, so she could feel the promise in it.

Epilogue

Laciletoutachoked moan as she sank onto Jordan’s cock, never tired of how he filled her. A groan rumbled from deep in his chest, and he gripped handfuls of her ass. She felt the steely chill of his ring bite into her flesh.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he sighed.

Her cheeks burned. They’d been at it for hours, but he continued to let her know how she made him feel, another thing she’d never tire of. He laced his fingers through her sweaty hair. She braced herself on his shoulders, and the diamond on her left hand caught the golden light of sunset pooling in through the wide window of the cottage. She took a moment to admire it before she started to move. Rocking her hips into him at a slow, steady pace that made his breath catch in his throat.

“Fuck,” he grunted as she found her rhythm, and her nails sank into his skin.

“Perfect,” she whined, letting her head fall forward, so they were forehead to forehead.

Their panting breaths mixed together. Their lips lingered around each other’s, but they didn’t quite have the strength to kiss nor did they have the desire to stifle the other’s soft noises. Laci especially loved hearing Jordan in bed—his words, his groans, his praise. She wondered how she’d gone her whole life without them.

It hardly mattered. She had the rest of her life with them to enjoy.

“I’m so fucking close, angel,” he muttered into her neck.

She could feel it in the grip of his fingers and the shake of his breath. A fresh boost of arousal shot up her spine, and she rode him faster. “Cum for me then.”

With a cry of her name, he shuddered and released inside her. Her own climax was close behind, so she held on tight as she eased herself down from the high. She claimed his lips in a tired, languid kiss, his beard nothing short of magical against her mouth. One more thing she’d cherish forever.

His lips, and that glorious beard, trailed down her neck, peppering her skin with affection. He was extra needy right after an orgasm, and she never minded. She needed him as much. To show him, she wound her arms around his neck and pulled herself close until they were chest to chest. Heart to heart.

“Love you,” she murmured.

“Love you,” he replied right away.

Once her legs were no longer jelly, she climbed off his lap and settled into his side to rest her head on his shoulder. She gazed out the window at the expanse of the Scottish seaside stretching before her and sighed contentedly.

They’d found last minute accommodations in Elgol on the Isle of Skye. On the cliffs, with no one but an officiant and a photographer with them, they got married and then retreated to the cottage for their honeymoon. From the moment they picked out rings on their way out of London to the moment the wordsI doleft her mouth, Laci felt her heart on the rise, ballooning inside her chest as she chased forever with the man of her dreams. Her soul, alight with Caroline’s memory, soared.

Her gaze dropped to her rings, a two-carat solitaire diamond on a rose gold band with a dainty, ruby and diamond adorned wedding band to match. Jordan had gone with a white gold wedding band, classic and strong. She slid her gaze back to his face and saw he too was staring at the new jewelry on his hand.

“Still in shock?” she teased.

“A bit,” he chuckled. “Mostly that you’d marry the likes of me.”

She poked his side. “I can think of no one more suitable for me.”

“Unless Jack Dawson comes around?”

“He is the obvious exception, but given that he’s not only fictional, but also dead, I don’t think you’ve got much to worry about.”

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