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"Lock the damn door for fuck's sake...get your asses down here so I can get this toast out of the way."

Together, we manage to get back into our wedding clothes, although maybe not looking as neatly pressed as before.

There's a dinner to be served, and dances to be had, cake to be shared, a bouquet to toss, and-- as my husband makes wickedly clear as we head back downstairs-- there's a lifetime ahead of us for more stolen moments like this.

Epilogue 2

Ten Years Later

Archer Dean

Ilook up to watch my heavily pregnant wife laughing with her equally pregnant sister-in-law.

"How you and Sam doing these days?" I ask my buddy. "Looks like things are still strong with you?"

Rowan's busy looking at his wife and not paying much attention to me.

"Yo!" I stop flipping the patties on the grill in front of me to elbow him back to the conversation.

"Never had a single regret about that. She and the girls are the world, man."

"Know what you mean about that," I concur, my eyes still on my wife.

These days we spend a lot of time with my brother-in-law and his family. Ever since he ended up on the wrong end of a shotgun wedding about six years back now, whatever lingering tension that was left over me marrying Cal has been forgotten.

Callie can't stop giving her brother shit for ending up with a girl fifteen years his junior though, let alone one with two brothers that damn near disappeared him when they found out what he was up to with Sammy.

There's not a trace of doubt in my mind about what he says though. The man was smitten the moment Samantha arrived in town and I'm pretty sure he silently thanks her crazy ass brothers every day for making him marry her.

Sam looks up from her conversation with my own bride of a full decade now, like she knows she's being watched. When she sees Rowan's eyes on her, she breaks into a radiant smile that makes it clear that Row's not the only one still smitten with no regrets.

This weekend, we're out on Rowan and Sam's farm, so it's just the four of us and a handful of rowdy kids running barefoot through the sprinklers in the hot, July sun.

When we gather out at the Delta O, we have all my brothers, their wives, and more kids between us now than Mom can keep up with; not that she doesn't give it her all.

So afternoons like this, when I actually get a chance to catch up with my buddy in relative peace are a nice change of pace.

Not surprisingly, it takes about three seconds of eye contact between my buddy and his woman before he leaves me tending the grill so he can go fuss over her. He's every bit as protective of Sam and their girls as he ever was over Cal, and completely wrapped around their fingers too.

"I just want grilled cheese." Cal switches places with her brother, coming to stand beside me and nuzzling into my side with a glass of ice water and lime in her hand.

"You don't want a patty on your burger, babe?"

Looking down, I see Callie scrunching up her face in disgust as she watches the meat sizzling on the grill.

"Just cheese and bun, grilled crispy."

Cal just hit thirty-seven weeks with our fourth and this pregnancy hasn't done her any favors. She spent the first two trimesters puking at the smell of meat cooking, and even though it doesn't make her sick anymore, she still hasn't wanted to eat much of it.

"Thanks, baby," she tells me, leaning into my chest and sounding tired.

She's also not loving being this far along in the valley's July heat. I can tell she's going to be heading indoors for air conditioning and a nap before much longer.

"You go inside where it's cool, I'll come wake you up when supper's ready."

Callie looks up at me with a twinkle in her eye and a sly glance toward her brother and Sam.

"Make sure you lock the door behind you when you wake me up," she whispers before kissing me and giving my ass a squeeze.

Hot, tired, and picky about what she eats; but my wife still can't get enough of my cock. And I'm happy to give it to her.

It won't be the first time we've snuck in a couple of orgasms in her brother's spare bedroom.

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