Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
“You never have to thank me for these things,” Mackennon replied, his hand coasting down my stomach, signaling he was ready to make me come again. “It’s my fucking honor, Arro. My honor to love you.”
“And mine to love you,” I whispered against his mouth, undulating into his touch as his thumb found my clit. “Thank you for a beautiful life.”
“It’s only going to get better, darlin’,” he vowed before he captured my moans on his lips.
ARRAN
* * *
“Nervous?” Brodan asked at my side.
Though my pulse raced like the clappers, it was more to do with anticipation than nervousness. “Eager to get it done.”
My brother snorted. “You make it sound like a bad thing.”
I cut him a dirty look. “You know what I mean, Mr. I Couldn’t Wait Five Seconds to Marry My Wife.”
“Aye, my marrying Roe so soon certainly made you look bad.” He smirked. “Took you long enough to get here.”
I rolled my eyes at him before staring straight ahead, waiting for her. It was true Ery and I hadn’t rushed into matrimony like the rest of my siblings, but we wanted to wait until the ordeal with her sister’s murderer, Ezra Jefferson, was over. Months had passed since the evil brute killed himself. Months since Eredine could finally, truly breathe. And only a few months since I’d proposed to her.
Now here we were.
My family stood on the private beach at Ardnoch, facing Brodan, the officiate, and me. It was a warm late spring day, and thankfully the breeze was minimal. The Adairs and Galbraiths were dressed in their best, even Skye and Vivien, who were already growing restless. Lewis tugged at the collar of his shirt while Eilidh kept smoothing down her dress, looking way too tall and grown up for a nine-year-old for my liking.
I caught Arro’s eye and shared a smile with my sister as she leaned into her husband, who cradled their daughter in his arms. Ery and I talked about kids and decided when we were ready, we’d like to try adoption. She was a big advocate for “found family,” and I wanted to give her whatever would make her happy. Our child would be our child, blood or not.
The thought of our future and all it held made me rub my hands together impatiently. “Do you think there’s something wrong? She’s taking forever.”
“Lachlan probably made her cry with some mushy speech and she’s fixing her makeup,” Brodan joked.
“I hope that’s all it is.”
Suddenly, the music changed. The violinists we’d hired played an instrumental version of “Infinity” by Jaymes Young, the song we’d chosen for Ery to “walk down the aisle.” I glimpsed Lachlan’s head through the dune grass seconds before they both appeared, and I swear my fucking breath caught.
“Wow. She’s stunning,” I murmured in awe.
“She is that,” Brodan agreed, clapping a hand on my shoulder and giving it a squeeze.
Eredine had her arm threaded through Lachlan’s as he led her onto the beach, her bare feet peeking beneath the white silk dress that molded to her exquisite body. Her light brown skin glowed against the white of the wedding dress, and her hair hung loose in its natural curls.
She was perfect.
Classy and sexy and the kindest soul I’d ever encountered.
And she wanted to be mine.
I sucked in a breath, still surprised that was true.
Our eyes met and held as my eldest brother walked her toward me. Instead of a father, Eredine had chosen Lachlan because, even though they weren’t related (thank fuck for that), she thought of Lachlan like a big brother. He’d protected her long before I ever came on the scene. I’d be grateful to him forever for that.
We’d chosen to marry with just our family present. Thane, Regan, and the kids (including the one in Regan’s belly), Lachlan, Robyn, and Vivien, Arro, Mac, and Skye, Brodan (as my best man), and Monroe, who held my nephew Lennox in her arms.
Our family.
The best bloody family anyone could ever hope for.
That was all Eredine and I needed here today.
Lachlan kissed Ery’s cheek and released her. I took her hand, drawing her before me and in front of our officiate.
“You look stunning,” I told her quietly.
“So do you,” Ery said with a loving smile.
“You ready?”
“I am. Are you?”
“I’ve been ready since I met you,” I promised.
“Adairs and Galbraiths,” our officiate announced over the softly lapping waves at our backs, “we’re gathered here today to witness the joining of this man, Arran Adair, and this woman, Eredine Willows, in loving matrimony …”
BRODAN
* * *
As Monroe watched Eredine and Arran dance, Lachlan and Robyn swaying next to them and Thane twirling a laughing Eilidh around the dance floor, I noted my wife’s worried frown.
Arran and Lachlan had shut down the Gloaming for our private party for Ery and Arran’s reception. However, half an hour ago, the nannies we’d hired had arrived to take Lennox, Skye, and Vivien. These were men and women hired by celebrities, and security guards accompanied them from our estate. The children couldn’t be in safer hands, and yet I knew Monroe couldn’t enjoy herself.