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“Yeah?” I return in kind. “You want to come all over this dick? Make it soaking wet for me?”

She nods, looking deep in my eyes as she bites her lips.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I say. “Forever. I need this to be just me and you.”

I thrust harder and her nipples get harder right before my eyes. “Oh, God, Rikki…”

“Tell me, baby,” I say, grabbing one of her breasts. I flick her nipples with my thumb and her body twitches. “This dick is only for you, Elizaveta. Only for you. Tell me that you’re all mine.”

She gasps and shivers, and I fuck her a little faster. “I’m yours,” she moans. “Every part of me… all… yours.” Her eyes roll up and she comes. She digs her nails into the upholstery as her body twists. I lean in and wrap my arms around her, pulling her up into my embrace.

We kiss as she locks her legs around me, her lips trembling.

This could be forever. This is forever.

“Marry me,” I say in Russian.

She pulls back slightly, looking over my face. In English, she says, “What?”

“You heard me,” I say. “Be my wife, Liz.”

A gentle smile turns at the corners of her mouth. She grinds her hips into me, starting me up again as she nods. “Yes,” she says. “I’ll marry you.”

And we kiss… and I hold her tight in my arms as I fuck her until I finally come, my face buried in her neck, in her sweet scent.

35

EPILOGUE

LIZ

It took me at least three months to get my figure back after Auric was born, and while I’m sure Rikki wouldn’t have cared if I rolled down the aisle versus walking, I’m still glad I put in the work to fit into this dress.

I turn around, looking at my ass. It’s gotten rounder around my hips, something Rikki loves. Every time we make love, he grabs and squeezes right in the pocket of my hips and tells me that there is more of me to love.

The door opens and Yeva walks in. Her light blue silk bridesmaid’s dress clings to her body in an almost obscene way, which is funny to me considering how much she told the tailor to tone down all the sexy parts of the dress. The neckline now stops right above her cleavage and the slit in the side has been sewed up, but somehow, she still looks like walking sex on a stick.

She arches her eyebrow at me. “Please tell me you’re not still worried about your ass,” she says.

My dress is also silk with white lace flowers that swirl around my form. It’s beautiful and totally what makes me feel beautiful, even with my new ass. “I’m not worried,” I say. “I’m just… It’s very different, all right? I feel like a Kardashian."

Yeva snickers. “Well, you look like a Molotov.” She walks over and brushes an errant curl out of my eyes. Then she pauses and looks over my face. “He is going to fall out of his socks when he sees you.”

“Yeah?” I turn from her, back to the mirror as I give my makeup a second look. “As hot as it is outside? I just hope I don’t melt in that big old sanctuary.”

“I’m sure he’ll lick you up like ice cream.”

I laugh. Yeva has always known just what to say to make me laugh. “How’s Auric? Was he okay with my dad?”

“Far as I can tell,” she says. I nod and turn back around to her. We give ourselves a moment. Today, I’m going from a friend of the family to family. Not that it was ever a leap for Yeva.

“Can’t believe that in the span of a year and a half, I ended up with two sisters,” Yeva says. “You can’t know what it means for someone who grew up in a whole world of men and their egos.”

“I think I have some idea. Are we ready?”

She nods. “Just promise me that if I ever get married and decide to do it in the summer⁠—”

“I’ll talk you out of it.”