Page 104 of Finding the Pieces

The rest of the group files out of the house and into the yard, taking their seats. It’s a beautiful, warm fall day. I scan the yard, observing our family andfriends that made it today and can’t believe how lucky I am that my wife did all of this for me.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” I ask, just me and Ellie left standing in the soft, evening light filtering into our home.

Her cheeks are glowing and turn a deep shade of pink with her blush. I stroke my thumb over the rosy color, marveling at how in love with her I am.

“I don’t know about that,” she says.

“I do. There’s no one in the world I’d rather spend my life with. The highs and the lows. I wouldn’t want to face any of them without you by my side. You’ve given me so much in such a short amount of time. I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I crave you, appreciate you, and love you.”

She hums, stepping into my arms and wrapping hers tightly around my middle. Resting her head in the crook of my neck, she whispers, “Maybe you could say that all again in like five minutes when we exchange vows.” We both laugh and I brush my lips across her forehead, taking it all in. The feel of her warm, incredible body in my arms. Her breath against my skin. The smell of her shampoo and the earthy, fall breeze. The laughter of our loved ones waiting for us to share this day with them.

She strokes her thumb over the stubborn wrinkle in my forehead, and I poke the solo dimple on her left cheek. I take her hand in mine and lead us into the grass, leaves crunching with every step. Both of us, smiling like two kids in love. I thank the skies for returning the woman in my arms to me, keeping her close to my heart.

Ellie and I will always come back to each other. We will always find each other. We will always find ourselves.

Bonus Epilogue

Ellie

“Stop being gentle with me. I’m not a mom tonight. I’m your wife. Fuck me like it.”

“Okay,wife, close your eyes.” Dom’s command sends shivers down my spine, my core tightens, and my thighs press together in a desperate attempt to ignite the fire that’s building. I do as he asks. “You say stop and I do. Understand?”

“Understood,” I whisper.

Dom’s tongue slides up my neck before he sucks and nibbles on my ear lobe. “Turn around,” he murmurs. “Turn around right fucking now.”

His strong hands grab my hips, and I shriek before giggling as he forces me to turn around, my palms pressing against the wall of the closet in front of me.

Sue me, sometimes a girl wants to see a guy lose his mind with need. I like when he has to work for it. I haven’t seen Dom like this in so long, and it has my heart pounding.

His hands immediately begin to wander, grabbing, pulling, twisting, and teasing. One finds its way into the top of my dress. He dips his hand between my sensitive skin and the soft fabric of my dress before palming my full breast andpinching my nipple. His other hand rests firmly across my lower belly, holding me tightly against him.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this. We’re forty feet from Bec and Aiden’s wedding reception, Dom. I don’t like being quiet, or have you forgotten?”

In an instant, his hand wraps around my throat, pulling me flush against his body, all of his body, enough for me to feel the very distinct outline of his hardness pressed against my ass and lower back. He tilts my chin so I’m forced to look at him. His heady gaze heats me from my core to my throat. I can’t find the words; I can’t say anything with him looking at me like that. Looking at me like he’s about to devour me.

“You say that like I don’t want you screaming. You say that like I’m not dying to hear you calling my name as you fall apart. You say that like I give a fuck who hears me taking my wife and giving her everything she needs. Do you want this?”

I nod enthusiastically, at a loss for words.

“Then give me your mouth,” he says, before stealing my lips between his.

His hands continue exploring my body, lighting my desire, waking up a deep-rooted need. His grip moves, first to my throat, coasting to my jaw before sliding into my hair, threading his fingers through the strands and gripping, the tug igniting my core in a pulsing fever.

I pull him closer so I can bite his lower lip. He moans into my mouth and I do the same. I’m dizzy with need, his grip on me being the only reason I haven’t stumbled to the floor.

Dom drops a hand to my thigh, clawing at my bridesmaid dress like a man undone, scrunching it up in his fist as he works the fabric higher and higher. Then he’s pulling my dress even higher, all the way to my waist, revealing my lower half to him.

“Thank fuck,” he groans into my neck. “None of that goddamn shapewear in the way tonight.”

“I was hoping I’d get lucky.”

“Ellie Moretti, you brought me here with every intention of seducing me. Filthy Momma,” he murmurs into my ear, before tipping my jaw so I’m forced to meet his eyes. “I’m the lucky one. These panties soakedfor me?”

“What are you going to do about it?” I challenge.

He tugs my thong to the side in one swift movement before his other hand comes down hard on my ass cheek. I squeak in shock, then moan at the feel of his fingers entering me, seeking my G-spot, which he finds with ease.

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