“Hey, sleepyhead,” Lucas murmured as he stroked her cheek with a rough fingertip. “We wore you out.”
She tightened her arms, which were wrapped in theirs, and shook her head. “That was amazing.”
“It was,” Josh murmured as he stroked the imprints left from the ropes on her skin. “You looked like a goddess in blue rope.”
“I wish you’d taken a picture so I could see,” she murmured.
“We will next time,” Lucas said. “He’s right. That was hot, and you took it beautifully.”
“I didn’t realize you were so proficient with rope,” she murmured.
“Self-defense classes aren’t the only kinds of classes Hank Stinson gives, baby girl,” Josh said as he drew the slightly frayed, silky end of a blue rope over her nipple, making it clench into a tight bud. “He’s giving private classes, and he’s taught both of us quite a bit in the last few weeks.”
Violet chuckled and said, “Small world. I’m learning how to get out of chokeholds on Wednesday nights, and you’re learning how to tie a girl up on some other night.”
“A willing girl,” Josh said with a chuckle as she gasped and shuddered when he drew the soft frayed strands down her abdomen.
“Very willing,” she replied, laying her hand on her stomach. The weight there drew her attention, and she gasped when she saw the ring on her finger. “Oh! Is this it?”
“If by it you mean are we affirming our desire to make you ours forever, then yes. This is it,” Lucas said as he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the knuckle of her ring finger.
She lifted her hand to get a good look at the ring and teared up as she realized the symbolism in it. The platinum band was fashioned to look like a wreath of flowers, entwined around a square-cut diamond solitaire surrounded by small sapphires. The sides of the band were also engraved to look like part of the wreath.
Josh said, “Your wedding band has the wreath motif and the sapphires in the flowers as well. Do you like it?”
Lucas said, “Clay Cook designed it based on what we told him.”
She sniffed and said, “It’s perfect.” She raised her still-trembling arms and wrapped them around both men. “It’s so perfect.”
Josh tipped her chin up and kissed her. “I love you, baby girl. Love seeing you lit up with happiness, bright as that chandelier we hung for you.”
Violet giggled. “The one that took forever to get right?”
Lucas chuckled and said, “Takes time to find something perfect. And knowing perfection when you’re looking at it.”
They both kissed her, and she said, “I’m looking at it.”
THE END