Epilogue
The wedding went off without a hitch, but Kane wouldn’t have expected anything less. After Lucie’s insistence that they only have a few friends and family, and of course, their precious Haley, there hadn’t been much room for error.
Not that he had cared who attended. His eyes had been on Lucie from the moment she stepped into the small church aisle on the arm of Luke McCoy, a man who no matter what people thought, wasn’t nearly as much of a hard ass as he let them believe. He’d insisted that he be allowed to walk Lucie down the aisle, and he even told Cole that he’d fight him for the honor. Originally, Lucie had asked Cole specifically, but even after he agreed, Luke had contacted her personally requesting the honor. Although he knew she had been a little nervous, and even more confused, Lucie had been thrilled with the idea. It meant a lot to her after what she and Luke had gone through the year before.
They had followed Haley, who tossed white rose pedals along the way, causing smiles and laughter from the small group of people, including Sierra, Cole, Logan, Samantha, and of course Kane’s mother, Susanna, and Lucie’s mother, Carolyn.
The day couldn’t have been more perfect. Lucie couldn’t have been more perfect.
Their flight had been a long one, and they had finally made it to the small Hawaiian island and even managed to get the same cozy bungalow they’d stayed in that one night three months ago.
It was dark, and the only light came from the brilliant moon that sat low on the ocean, casting a bright white glow over everything around them. Lucie had disappeared into the bathroom a few minutes ago, telling him that she needed to change. Kane only hoped she was going to get naked because he wasn’t sure how much longer he could go without getting his hands on her.
When warm hands glided down his back, Kane almost jumped. He hadn’t heard her join him. The warmth of her skin against his made him relax instantly. When he started to turn around, Lucie applied pressure to his back, keeping him facing forward. He stopped, not pushing any further, figuring she had this all planned out.
“See those people down there on the beach?” she asked as she placed a kiss against his back, sending a shiver racing down his spine.
“I see them,” he replied. There were four people sitting around a bonfire about fifty yards away.
“You don’t want them to hear you, do you?”
Kane smiled. He didn’t give a fuck if they heard him or not, but he understood where she was going with this. When her hands wrapped around his waist, her fingers easily unbuttoning his shorts, Kane didn’t make a move. Within seconds he was naked on the deck, the glow of the moon offering anyone within viewing distance an unobstructed view of his naked body.
“Put your hands on the rail,” she instructed, and he smiled at her attempt to sound stern.
Kane placed his hands palms down on the wooden rail that surrounded the small deck. When Lucie gripped his hips, forcing him to move his feet backward, he let her. Because of his height and his long arms, there was plenty of room between him and the railing, which apparently Lucie was planning to utilize because she maneuvered in front of him, tossing a pillow on the ground and lowering her naked body to her knees.
His breath lodged in his chest as he looked down at her dark hair spilling over her creamy shoulders. Oh, she was a sight to see.
She would be somewhat hidden by the wood slats in the railing, but he wasn’t. When she looked up at him and smiled, Kane damn near lost it.
“Don’t move your hands from the railing, or I’ll stop,” she told him, looking serious.
She didn’t have to worry. There was no way he was moving from this spot. When she gripped his cock, her silky fingers sliding along the hard length, Kane hissed out a breath.
She was going to kill him before the night was over, he knew it. When her lips wrapped around the engorged head, he suddenly realized that if she did, he couldn’t ask for a better way to go.