Page 35 of Jack's Devotion

"I'm serious, Madison. I'm getting a judge here to make this shit official. When we face him, you'll have my ring on your finger. You'll know—everyonewill know—that you're mine." His lips brush mine in a hard kiss. "And no one touches what belongs to me."

I'm a nervous wreck by the time Drake, Madeline, and Dillon show up a few hours later with a judge in tow, prepared to Jack's bidding. While Jack, Drake, Dillon, and the judge meet in his office to discuss the particulars, Madeline helps me into a dress she brought me.

"Are you excited?" she asks, pinning my hair up with efficient hands. She grins at me in the mirror, unable to hide her own excitement.

"Yes," I whisper. "And nervous."

"About getting married?" She laughs quietly. "Don't be. It's great! Jack will probably spoil you. You'll have to be firm with him and remind him that you're in charge of yourself. Otherwise, he'll try to do everything for you and drive you nuts. He and Drake are a lot alike in that way, I think."

She isn't wrong about that. The man barely lets me do anything around here. It's sweet how attentive he is. But she's right. He's going to need a lot of reminding that I'm in charge of myself.

"I'm more nervous about news leaking before we're ready," I mutter.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that." Madeline squeezes my shoulder. "Judge Hamilton loves Jack. He made him a ton of money on the stock market. If Jack asks him to keep this under wraps until after the press conference because it's a matter ofyour safety, Hamilton will do it. He's a big softie." She laughs quietly. "He married me and Drake."

"I hope so."

She works quietly for a moment, pinning my hair up. And then she places a diamond necklace around my neck. "Jack said you needed something new to go with your borrowed dress and my old hairpins."

I reach up, running my fingers over the delicate little heart, mine in my throat. "It's beautiful."

"He's a smart man with good taste." Madeline grins, stepping back. "What do you think?"

I scrutinize myself in the mirror. Between the hair, makeup, the necklace, and the dress, I actually look…like a bride. "It looks beautiful. Thank you."

"I'm glad he found you. Or you found him." Madeline shrugs like she isn't sure which is the accurate statement. "You two look like you belong together. And maybe I'm a little bit selfish, but I'm really looking forward to having you as a sister-in-law."

I rise from my chair, pulling her into a hug. "I'm looking forward to that part, too," I whisper.

She squeezes me tight, and then pulls back, laughing. "We should get down there before Jack comes looking for you. You ready?"

I nod and then follow her from the room. My heart catches in my dang throat when I stop at the top of the stairs and see Jack waiting below in a tux. He's so damn handsome standing there, smirking up at me. The devil is in his eyes…but they're full of love, too. So damn much emotion swirls there, it chokes me.

"Oh! Wait!" Madeline grabs a bouquet of flowers, pressing them into my hands. "He told me to give these to you."

I glance down at the bouquet of violet and irises, swallowing hard when I see the little blue bird tucked inside. For a weddinghe just threw together, he thought of everything. If that isn't proof of exactly how much this man cares, I'm not sure what is.

He loves me.

As I make my way down the stairs to him, that realization settles into place in my heart, sweeping out everything else. All the anger. All the pain. The hurt and grief and rage just…vanish. By the time my feet land on the bottom step and I'm staring into Jack's eyes while he wraps his arms around me, he's the only thing left.

And this time, it doesn't hurt at all. It's absolutely perfect.

"I want something," I whisper hours later, straddling his hips in bed. Sweat still beads on his skin and his cheeks are flushed. He looks damn good with my claw marks down his chest.

"Round three?" He smirks up at me, linking his fingers together behind his head. "Go on then, baby. Ride my cock."

My stomach bottoms out, heat blasting through me. He is way too good at setting me on fire with a single look. It's honestly a superpower with him.

"That's not what I want."

"You sure? Those nipples say otherwise, Madison."

"Shut up," I mumble, jabbing him in the side.

He chuckles quietly, grabbing me around the waist and hauling me over until I'm pinned beneath him again. I thinkthis man has a thing about pinning me places. Not that I'm complaining or anything. I may have a thing about it, too.

"What do you want, wife? You can have anything."

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