Page 123 of Cruel King

And now, he was my husband.

For now and always.

EPILOGUE

ONE YEAR LATER

“So, I was thinking,” I said as I watched Gavin’s naked ass through the window of our villa in Puerto Rico.

He was currently in the shower, and this time, I didn’t have to pretend not to be watching.

“I was thinking,” he said, turning around to give me a full-frontal view, “you need to get your ass in here.”

I laughed. “I already showered.”

“And?” He grinned at me. “Do I need to jack off to get you invested?”

“I mean, it wouldn’t hurt anything.”

He stroked himself a few times as I stripped out of my bikini and jumped into the shower with him. He grabbed me around the middle and pinned me to the shower wall. Our lips crashed together, just as demanding and ravenous as we had been our first time in Puerto Rico when I fell for him.

Now, we were a year married. A year of living together in his Upper East Side apartment. A year of sharing our lives together. And things had only gotten better and better.

He lifted my legs around his waist, slamming me backward against the wall even harder this time. I raked my nails down his back as he thrust home inside of me. I cried out, tilting my head back and letting the spray of water run down between us.

“Fuck, Gavin.”

“I love you,” he said as he pumped faster and faster into me.

“I love you too,” I gasped.

Then, stars burst across my vision, and I came with such force that I could barely contain myself from shouting. Luckily, our closest neighbors were yards away. And if they heard … oh well.

Gavin grunted and finished with me, letting me back down onto my feet and pressing heady kisses to my swollen lips.

“Going to have to come back here on every anniversary.”

“I think you’ve convinced me,” I murmured.

“Now … what were you thinking?”

I laughed and shoved him playfully. “Before your rude interruption …”

He arched an eyebrow and grabbed me by the ass. “Oh?”

“I was thinking we should meet all of our friends sometime while the sun is still up. They’re throwing us a party tonight, you know?”

“Hey, I know, but you weren’t supposed to.”

“Like anyone can keep a secret.”

He laughed. “Well, be surprised. English has been working on it.”

“Done.”

English and Court had had the magical wedding of his mom’s dreams. The mayor had won in a historic landslide. Good for all of them. Even better that they’d then spent the next month in Bora Bora without internet. I didn’t blame them one bit.

Gavin and I cleaned up and then headed down to the clubhouse for our “surprise” party. I looked properly shocked as everyone jumped out at us. We’d invited all of them to our anniversary celebration. And they’d all come.

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