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“What do you mean?” A furrow creases his brow, concern evident. With a sly smile, I hold up two fingers, watching his eyes widen like saucers. “Twins?”

Nodding, I giggle as he sweeps me back into his arms, a look of joy and disbelief on his face. “I figure I’ll keep you on your toes until the twins arrive. Then they’ll be sure to keep their Daddy busy.” Twining my hands around his neck, I bask in our glow. “Are you happy?”

“Beyond, and it has nothing to do with winning the race. I mean it, Gigi, you two—I mean three—are my entire world. You’re the light. I never knew such darkness as when you left.”

“I’ll make you a deal. Let’s never leave each other again.”

“Best deal ever, and this one comes with a lifetime guarantee.”

Epilogue

Ryder

“Where is she?” I question Jillian, a permanent grin on my face.

Hey, I earned this smile. After returning from my injury, I won six of ten races. Not too shabby.

But that’s nothing compared to the real prize. Greer and our babies.

My wife was a trooper on the grueling race schedule, never once complaining, although I did often send her back to the suite to rest.

When the season ended, she flopped onto our bed and announced she wasn’t moving for a week.

I fully supported that plan.

Now, we’re making good on the promise to the parents—a wedding with all the trimmings, along with a bride who’s five months pregnant.

With twins.

Like I said, total trooper.

Although, judging by the exasperated look on Jillian’s face, Greer may be done playing nice. To be fair, Jillian is a week ahead of my wife, but Gigi claims it doesn’t count because she’s building two babies.

She wins.

In my book, she always does.

“She won’t come out of the bedroom without speaking to you.”

“On it.” Chuckling, I duck into the guest quarters at my mother’s house on Lake George, uncertain what to expect. Hopefully, I don’t walk out with a shoe lodged in my head. “Beautiful, you okay?”

“I will be.”

Turning, I let my gaze wander over Gigi’s curves. If I thought she was gorgeous before, she’s exponentially more so now. My wife stands before me, hands on hips, clothed in nothing but lace underwear and a sexy grin. “Look at you. Can you just stay like that?”

“I can, but we have to do something about you.”

Glancing down at my suit, I shoot her a smirk. “I think I look pretty damn good.”

“You do,” she responds, her fingers undoing the buttons on my shirt, “but you’ll look so much better naked.”

See why I love my wife?

“Do we have time?”

“Seriously?” Greer pouts, intent on the task at hand. “They can’t have a wedding without a bride and groom. And this bride needs servicing. Please.” She whispers the last word in my ear, her tongue gliding along the rim. Just like that, I’m rock hard.

The tux that took me an hour to put on is draped over a chair in less than a minute, and I’m bending my wife over the dresser, her gorgeous ass on full display as I sink balls deep into her heat.

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