Page 33 of Last Second Chance

She trailed off as I got down on one knee in front of her.

“I’ve been carrying this around in my wallet ever since I lost you. I’d bought it just a couple of weeks before we broke up with a plan to propose after you graduated. After everything that happened, I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it. I know it’s crazy, but when I thought we’d never get back together, I felt like I had to carry it with me. It was like a motivation for fighting to get you back. Just knowing I had it on me kept me determined to get back to this.”

Tears welled in Poppy’s eyes. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you…”

“You’re my girl,” I said. Because it really was that simple. Poppy was always mine. “I love you, Poppy. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Will you marry me?”

She blinked and the tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Yes,” she said, her voice cracking. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Surging to my feet, I hugged her waist, lifting her off her feet. I spun us around in a circle, making sand fly into the air. Poppy squealed and laughed, her hands on my shoulders.

“Put me down and give me that ring,” she said, and I obeyed.

Placing her back onto her feet, I slid the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit.

She held it out and looked at it with a warmth in her eyes that made my heart feel too big for my chest.

I had carefully kept my expectations low for this week, worried that trying to rekindle this romance was hopeless, but now I was heading home an engaged man. At dinner tonight, we could discuss moving in together.

Life had a way of working out, and as I pulled my fiancée in for a deep kiss, I couldn’t have been more grateful for this destination wedding and the opportunity it presented. I’d gotten a second chance at love.

EPILOGUE

Poppy

Ifelt a feather light touch tracing along my arm. It was just enough to pull me out of dreamland, but I wasn’t quite awake yet. I hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep last night, so I was tired and resistant to waking up.

Then, there were open-mouth kisses along my neck. I moaned, my foggy brain registering that my husband was feeling frisky. I laid there with my eyes closed as I slowly transitioned from deep sleep to consciousness. Scott’s lips trailed down my back, until he reached my tank top.

Then, I felt his hands on my hips, his fingers slipping into the waistband of my pajama shorts and panties. He slid them down and I smiled, finally opening my eyes and peering over my shoulder.

“Good morning,” I said, as I took in the sight of him already fully naked. The morning sunlight peeking around the curtains illuminated his hard body, and I felt a surge of longing.

He grinned up at me. “It’s about to be.”

His hands went back to my hips and this time, he pulled up so that my ass was in the air, even as my cheek was still pressed against the pillow. Scott let out an animalistic sound that was close to a growl as he moved in close behind me.

I felt the blunt tip of his erection slide against me before finding my entrance. I buried my face into the pillow to stifle my involuntary cry of raw pleasure as he pushed inside of me. Scott’s breath left him in a rush, and he paused for a moment to give me time to adjust to his size. Even though it had been three years since we got back together, I still needed a moment to get used to the sheer size of him.

But he never failed to make me wet and when I was ready for him to start moving, I shoved myself backwards, and that was all it took. Scott held onto my hips and pulled himself back until just the tip remained inside. He drove forward again and I used one hand to brace myself against the headboard.

Scott pounded into me in a rough rhythm, and I moved against him, loving every second of it. Waking up like this was my favorite way to start the day.

It didn’t take long before I felt an orgasm starting to build inside of me. I kept my face buried in the pillow, not wanting to make too much noise as I came hard, my back curving and legs seizing up. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and I succumbed to it, letting myself bask in the ecstasy that only Scott could provide.

Scott followed me right over that edge, pumping his release into me before collapsing on the bed next to me. I was shaky and satisfied as I rolled onto my side. The sex was quick and hot, which was exactly what I needed. Then, while I was still catching my breath, the sound of a baby crying came from down the hall.

I let out a little laugh as I propped myself up onto my elbow and looked at him. “You have great timing.”

Scott cringed. “I honestly hoped we’d have a little more time to bask in the afterglow.”

“I don’t think afterglow is a thing until the kid is a little older,” I said, sitting up.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get her,” Scott said, getting out of bed.

“You sure?”

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