My chest burns as I slow my pace. Make sure she’s full of me. Completely. And I pull out slowly, pushing anything that escapes back inside her.
I help her stand and spin her gently to face me. Brush her hair away from her flushed, glowing face.
“I’m going to marry you with no panties on and your cum dripping down my thighs, Hunter Sterling,” she says, still catching her breath.
I can’t help but laugh.
“Exactly how you should become Mrs. Sterling, firefly.”
She smiles. And it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
“You’re going to knock me up before long, aren’t you?”
I grin and lean in, brushing my lips against her cheek. “I can’t help that it feels so fucking good inside you, Lola.”
Her hands grab each side of my face and pull me back to her. But the heat in her eyes shifts into something more serious. Something she’s been carrying. “Are you sure you want to do this, Hunter? You have a lot more to lose in a divorce than I do. If you want a prenup, I have a contact who can fix us one up. I’ve got some savings, but nothing on the scale of what you have with the ranch.”
I blink at her, leaning back slightly. “No. No prenup. This is for life. Ride or fucking die.” I hold her gaze. “If you leave me, I might as well lose everything.”
She presses her nose against mine. And then she says something that changes the entire axis of my world. “Then have my word, Hunter. If we ever do break up, I don’t want anything of yours. I won’t take anything from you or Wyatt. That I promise you.” Her voice cracks on his name. “Even if you break my heart, I’d never do anything to hurt that little boy.”
I close my eyes and take a breath so deep it fills my entire chest. I didn’t need to hear her say those words. I didn’t ask for them. Didn’t expect them. But she said them. Unprompted. Standing in a wedding dress in a locked boutique with my cum on her thighs and my ring on her finger.
And it proves what I already knew—Lola is the one.
Not because of money. Not because of protection or paperwork or the legal armor I’m wrapping around her. But because when given the chance to secure a piece of everything I own, she looked me in the eye and promised to protect my son instead.
That means more to me than anything else ever could. “I love you, Lola. So damn much,” I confess.
She smiles against my lips. “I love you too, cowboy.”
I kiss her. With everything I am. Every broken piece, every dark corner, every sin I’ve committed and every one I’ll commit in the future to keep her safe.
She pulls back, brushing her fingers through my hair. “Let’s get you in a suit and make you my husband.”
Lola Jackson walked to me, barefoot and bleeding a few days ago.
And she’s about to walk out of this boutique as the future Mrs. Sterling.
I don’t deserve her.
But I’ll spend every day I have left earning the right to stand beside her.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
HUNTER
The secondshe says the words “I do,” my arms are around her waist, and I’m dipping her backward to kiss her.
In a courthouse. The fastest ceremony they could give us. No flowers. No music. No aisle. Just a clerk behind a desk, and the woman I’d burn the world down for standing in front of me in a white dress and the biggest smile on her face.
I pull out the little surprise I bought her in a boutique earlier while she was hunting for some earrings. A dainty little cherry necklace on a gold chain. Everything about it reminded me of my firefly. Holding it up between us, she runs her finger along the cherries.
“That’s beautiful, Hunter.”
“Just like you, wife,” I growl.
She spins around, holding up her hair in her arms, and I place it around her neck and clasp it.