Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
My heart pounds as I walk toward him. Every step feels like closing a chapter of uncertainty and opening one filled with promise. My dad sits in the first row, wiping tears from his eyes. We’ve had a few conversations in the days since Fox spoke to him, and while our relationship is far from healed, it’s on the path to it.
When I reach Fox, he takes my hand, his grip firm but trembling slightly. His voice is a low rumble. “You look like a damn angel.”
“And you look like you were dragged here against your will,” I tease, my voice soft but playful.
The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Only because I don’t deserve this. You. Any of it.”
Before I can respond, the officiant clears his throat, and the ceremony begins.
Later, under the glow of the fairy lights, Fox pulls me aside, away from the laughter and clinking glasses. The river sparkles in the moonlight, and the barn’s music fades into the background.
“You’re quiet,” I say, tilting my head to study him.
He leans against an old wooden fence, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“About how I got here.” His gaze drops to the ground, his voice low. “About how much of a bastard I was before you came along. And how much better you make me.”
I step closer, placing a hand on his chest. His heart beats steadily under my palm. “You weren’t a bastard, Fox. You were just... guarded. I get it. I’ve been there too.”
He lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You make it sound so simple. But it’s not. I’ve been carrying this weight for so long, Amelia. Regrets, mistakes... I didn’t think I deserved to feel happy again. But then you show up, messy and chaotic, turning my life upside down.”
“I prefer adventurous,” I correct, a small smile tugging at my lips.
His eyes meet mine, soft and unguarded in a way that takes my breath away. “You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”
I lean up, pressing a kiss to his lips. “And you’re not so bad yourself, Fox Miller. Even if you are a grump.”
He pulls me closer, his arms wrapping around me as he rests his forehead against mine. His kiss is slow and deliberate, stealing my breath and sealing our vows.
The reception is a blur of laughter, teasing, and dancing. Zane gives a toast that has everyone in stitches, recounting how Fox once swore he’d never get married.
“And yet, here we are,” Zane says, raising his glass. “Turns out, all it took was the right woman to break down his walls.”
Fox grumbles something under his breath, but his hand finds mine, squeezing gently.
Grady leans over, smirking. “Guess you’re officially one of us now, Amelia. Welcome to the chaos.”
I laugh, feeling the warmth of their acceptance. These men, this town, this life—it’s more than I ever dreamed of.
As the night winds down, Fox and I steal away to the riverbank. The air is cool, the sound of the water soothing. I kick off my heels, letting the soft grass tickle my feet.
Fox sits beside me, his arm draped over my shoulders. “You happy?” he asks, his voice gruff but tinged with vulnerability.
I rest my head against him, my fingers lacing with his. “Happier than I’ve ever been.”
He presses a kiss to my hair, his voice a low whisper. “Me too, Amelia. Me too.”
Our foreheads touch, his lips barely grazing against mine. “Still can’t believe you said yes.”
My cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson at his words, and I sheepishly look away. He gently wipes the happy tears from my face, making me cherish every moment with him even more. “I guess I did say that,” I murmur.
His grin widens, “I love seeing you flustered and declaring your feelings for me.” He leans in to kiss me tenderly. “I've loved you since the moment you and your pussy turned my world upside down.”
“Are you sure about that?” She giggles.
“Maybe you need a reminder.”
“I might need a few reminders,” I whisper seductively in his ear. His erection twitches against me at my words.
“I'm happy to give daily reminders,” he murmurs back.
We stand there in comfortable silence, no words left to say as he shows me how much I mean to him.
“I can't believe how deeply you sank yourself inside of my soul the first time we met, Mrs. Miller.” He holds my face in his hands, placing soft kisses along my hairline and over my closed eyelids.
My arms wrap around his waist, my fingers tracing the skin just above the waistband of his jeans, sending shivers through my body. Our connection is undeniable and I’ve never felt this way with anyone before.
“I still can’t believe you said yes,” he groans.
“You know I'm wild and chaotic, right? My organizational skills are nonexistent,” I giggle.