Page 120 of Flame Again

God, with every deep stroke, Gabe stole the breath from her. Somewhere, an animal scattered, the cat, and the wind whipped against the barn doors; the roughness of the door ate into her back, but she didn’t care.

Gabe pounded into her. “You are mine, Princess, and you’ll live where I am, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Gabe,” she said.

“And I can buy my own horse,” he whispered into her ear as he slid deep, so damn deep inside her. “But I’ll be generous and let you do the honours.”

Ivy giggled as the coil of desire tightened as he rammed her hard against the door of the tack room. Sweat broke out on her back. She gasped for air as the wave of pleasure broke, her nails pressed in on his shoulders.

“Gabe, I love you.”

“And I love you too, Princess,” Gabe said into her ear. He wrapped her in his muscled arms, holding her and as long as he was there with her, there was nowhere else she wanted to be. Even if it was a house in the suburbs or the back of a tack room door, she needed this man. He had her heart again.

EPILOGUE

Thewarmbreezeruffledthe palms above him. Gabe inhaled, taking in a whiff of the salty ocean and exhaled, trying to stop his galloping heart. Damn, he was a lucky bastard. Beside him, Nick clapped his shoulder. Gabe grinned at his fellow Bandit Brother and man-hugged him. Sitting in front of him, on white chairs, were Ivy’s family, the Bandit Brothers, friends of Ivy’s. Their guests were mostly on the bride’s side. Gabe swallowed a lump in his throat. Then he caught sight of Ares, sitting next to Xander, with Harper beside him and Logan beside her. Gabe smiled. Xander was the only person in the place in a black suit. Everyone else dressed to match the Hawaii beach.

The flautist stood up, and as soft notes floated in the air, Gabe clenched his hands. He couldn’t wait.

But wow, it was worth the wait. His bride, his submissive, his soulmate, was right there, like six feet in front of him, walking towards him, on the arm of her father, who was grinning. Gabe smiled. He couldn’t recall Mike, Ivy’s dad, smiling so much.

The bodice of Ivy’s dress hugged her breasts, and the barest of cleavage showed. Her skirt was simple and elegant and flew out from her hips.

Gabe couldn’t wait. He left the altar and met Ivy and Mike halfway.

“You take good care of her,” Mike said. “You take good care of each other.”

Gabe nodded, his throat tight. They would take good care of each other from this point out. It would no longer be rife with any competition, but they would support each other, keep each other buoyant.

The kind officiant smiled at them, and as the words to the ceremony started, Gabe tuned them all out, his eyes only for Ivy, her eyes big with the gentlest of eye makeup, her lips a soft pink colour.

So many memories flashed through his mind. The moment he first saw her, waiting outside the backdoor of the arena, the first time they ever played at Club Bandit, her body red and rosy from the flogger, the biggest grin on her face, and her cries of pleasure in the bedroom.

His girl lived life with her entire self, and he couldn’t wait to see what happened.

“Gabe,” Ivy nudged him.

“Yes, god, yes! I do,” Gabe responded, and before the officiant even gave her blessing, his lips were on hers, his tongue gliding over hers, and his arms encircling her where he wanted her, forever.

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