Page 93 of Make Me Whole

Holding my gaze, Max removed something from his pocket and knelt down in front of me. “This is me fulfilling that promise. Skylar, will you marry me and make me the happiest man alive?”

Tears sprang to my eyes. I could barely believe what was happening. How in hell had I gone from being afraid and lonely at my soon-to-be ex-husband’s house, to almost dying, to being the happiest I’d ever been with my soon-to-be-husband, all in the span of a day? Things like this never happen outside of fairy tales, but somehow, it was happening to me.

“Yes,” I whispered. Max smiled, but it was a small smile, a please-say-it-with-conviction smile. So, I did. “Yes!”

Finally, Max gave me one of his megawatt smiles and put the diamond ring on my finger. He wrapped his arms around my waist and literally swept me off my feet. We kissed long and hard, our tongues dancing together with love and lust and every emotion in between.

Our clothes got tossed to the ground. Our kisses went from hot to obscene. And finally—finally—Max took me to our bed.

His fingers caressed my skin with a tenderness I wasn’t used to. I could feel so much passion and desire coming from him, but the frantic lust that usually drove our trysts was more subdued, more romantic, almost worship-like.

Max kissed and praised every inch of my skin, making me feel not only sexy but worthy as well. Only after he had adored every inch of me with his lips did he position himself at my entrance.

“Can I make love to you for the first time, Sky?” he asked softly against my ear.

I smiled through the tears that formed in my eyes. As much as I never wanted ourboingingand the award-winning fucks to end, I had dreamed about making love to Max for months.

“Yes, please,” I whispered and kissed him softly as his cock slowly entered me.

We moved together slowly and in a way that connected not only our bodies and our pleasure, but our souls as well. And I loved it.

I loved the very different orgasm he gave me.

I loved him.

I loved the family and future we were creating.

I loved our unusual romance.

And for the first time in a very long time, I absolutely loved my life.

EPILOGUE - MAX

“Seriously, Wife,” I called from the upstairs hallway. “You’ve been annoying me to get in this room for four months, and now that I actually want you here, you take forever to come.”

Ella snickered next to me while Aiden gave us the stink eye and shook his head.

A moment later, Sky arrived in the upstairs landing out of breath, sweaty, and looking thoroughly annoyed. “Yeah, let’s complain and laugh. The pregnant lady is slow. Ha-ha.”

“I wasn’t laughing or complaining, Mom,” Aiden said. That boy loved calling Sky Mom about as much as I loved calling her Wife.

“Kiss-ass,” Ella whispered.

“Don’t say ass, Ella,” Sky and I admonished together as she waddle-walked toward us. Alone, she added, “I know, Aid. That’s why you’re my favorite.”

My son beamed with joy as she kissed the top of his head while Ella and I protested.

She ignored us and rested against the opposite wall. “I still don’t know why you all took the trouble to put together a nursery when it’s obvious that this child is never coming out of me.”

I tried not to laugh at her crabbiness, but it was hard. At two days past forty-one weeks, Sky was huge. And uncomfortable. And moody in a way that was both annoying and hilarious.

As much as I loved her, lately, she hadn’t been the nicest person to be around. Except in bed. Her urgency to evict baby Leah had her climbing on my dick as often as humanly possible, and that was more than enough reason to overlook her moods.

“She’ll come out when she’s ready,” I told her, meaning well, but I received the prologue to a long complaint as a dirty look.

“Maybe she was waiting for her room,” Aiden interrupted, and I’d never been more grateful for my kid.

Ella nodded, her sassy hands at her hips. “Make sense. The whole house is finished, and we all had nice rooms for months. Except poor little sissy.”

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