“Morgan?” My mother’s voice called through the door, slightly shrill.
“Coming, Mom!” I winked at Hawk. He grinned, then swung the door wide open.
“Hawk! You’re not supposed to see her—”
“Just couldn't help myself, ma’am.” Hawk winked at my mom then lifted our six-week-old son from her arms. “Hey, little man, ready to watch Momma finally say ‘I do’ to your old man?”
I grinned, happy tears already wetting my eyes.
My life was perfect. Hawk had charmed his way back into my life, and he’d made my mother fall in love with him all over again too. The look on her face right now proved it.
“Give me my grandbaby, and you get out there. Your dad’s been looking everywhere for you.” She swatted at Hawk’s shoulder.
He did what she said, placing one more kiss on my knuckles before sauntering off down the hallway and out to the garden.
“I don’t know what you were thinking, signing up for a lifetime with that one.”
“I wasn’t thinking.” I smiled down at Noah, placing a kiss on his soft cheeks. “I was only feeling, Mama. And a lifetime without that man felt like a life not worth living.”
She smiled, eyes warm with understanding. “He told me last night that you’d never have to work again, Morgan. That he’d take care of you for the rest of your life and your children’s lives and your grandchildren's lives. Said he’d made enough while he was away to give you all that, at least.” She paused, hand clutching mine. “He’s a good man, that Hawk Larson. I never doubted him or your love for him. I always hoped we’d end up here.”
I swiped at a tear. “Thank you, Mama. I couldn’t have survived the last five years without you.”
“You would have survived just fine, sweetheart. That’s what women do, they survive every day. Now don’t ruin your makeup. We’ve got a wedding to get to.” She tsked, wiping at her own tears.
I followed her down the long hallway and out the doors of the house, making our way down the candlelit pathway that led to Hawk’s parents’ large garden. Hidden among formal hedges and rows of rose bushes, I caught sight of Emerson, my mini-me, flowers and braids holding up her silky hair, walking down the aisle with a basket of flower petals. Milo followed her on fat little legs, a handsome bow tie around his neck, sniffing at every petal she dropped.
They were the sweetest thing I’d ever seen.
That little girl was my dream come true, and so was her daddy, standing with a barely hidden smile on his face and waiting for me. Right under that giant oak tree we’d first kissed under so many years ago. We’d come a long way since then, and I wouldn’t change a minute of it.
Mom squeezed my hand once then slid into her seat, tears still trickling down her face. Then the music started.
And I took the first step into my future with Hawk.
Our future together.
Our forever.
“Think they’ll notice if we sneak away?” I breathed at his neck.
His hands were around me on the dance floor, the ceremony over, pictures finished, reception close to wrapping up.
“Do you think I give a shit who notices?” His crooked grin lit his cheeks. “Your tits look amazing. Ready for round two?”
I squealed when his palms slid across my ass cheeks and squeezed.
“More than ready.” I nipped at his earlobe. That was apparently all it took because his hand clutched at mine, and we disappeared into the shadows, around a hedge of fragrant flowers, and deeper into the garden.
As soon as we were out of earshot of the party behind us, I dropped to my knees, halting him in his tracks. I worked at the belt and zipper of his pants quickly, freeing his heavy cock to the night air.
He sucked in a breath, hands in my elegant wedding hairstyle, mussing the curls and making me hotter for him. I cupped his thick shaft in my hand, stroking up the length and teasing the tip with my tongue. Slipping and sliding my tongue across the smooth flesh, I finally sucked the tip past my lips and tasted his arousal. A bead of pre-come on my tongue and my thighs were already damp with need.
“That’s it, bury my cock in your throat, baby girl. Daddy needs to come.” He grunted, hips thrusting into my throat, cock sliding past my tongue. “You looked so pretty up there saying ‘I do’ today. Took everything in me not to take you right there. I don’t give a fuck who sees how much I love you.”
He lifted me off the ground, hands pushing up the fabric of my dress and hooking into my panties. He dragged them down my legs in one swift movement, his fingers connecting with my searing flesh in the next.
I moaned, hands clutching at his shoulders before he lifted me in his arms, holding me to him tightly and impaling me on his dick. He fucked me like he was desperate, starved without me, and I think I understood it because last night without him in bed next to me had felt like another form of hell too.