Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
"I'll do anything to keep you by my side tonight and every night after," he promises.
"I can't wait to be Mrs. Finn Taylor," I whisper in response, feeling overwhelmed with love and submission for this man who makes me melt with just saying his name.
I feel his low growl vibrate through us both as he grips my hair and guides me closer to him before finally entering me. The tight grip of my pussy around his cock sends shivers through my body. This connection we share is unlike anything else in the world.
"Yes, take me, you feel so good," I beg, arching my back as he tantalizingly teases my clit. "I love the feel of you deep inside me." I wrap my legs tightly around him and ride the waves of pleasure as I reach a powerful orgasm, my nails digging into his skin. He lifts me up and I straddle him, savoring every sensation as we move together in perfect harmony. Another surge of ecstasy washes over me and I hold onto him tightly. His own release follows, his low grunts filling the space between us.
"Now that I have you, I'll never let go," he declares, still buried inside of me. "I'll lock us away in this cabin if I have to, just so I can keep you all to myself. You'll be chained to my bed and my body, experiencing endless orgasms day and night if that’s what it takes to show you my love for you."
"Mm, you always know just what to say," I laugh happily.
"Wherever I go, you go with me now, Tessa," he proclaims. "That's our only rule."
"We have rules?" I tease playfully.
"Just one," he grins, gripping my hips firmly in his hands. "And I never have to worry about you breaking it, right?"
"Mm..." I moan softly. "Never."
The warmth of the fire wraps around us like a cocoon. Finn’s hand rests on my stomach, his touch protective and reverent. “You know,” he says, his voice low, “I always thought I’d end up alone. That I wasn’t meant for... this.”
I trace circles on his chest, marveling at how open he’s become. “What changed?”
“You did.” His eyes meet mine, and the vulnerability there takes my breath away. “You reminded me that it’s okay to hope. To want more.”
I smile, resting my forehead against his. The fire crackles, filling the silence with its steady rhythm. Shep snores softly at our feet, oblivious to the weight of the moment.
Finn shifts, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I’m taking tomorrow off.”
I blink, surprised. “You? Taking a day off? That’s the second time this month–gettin’ lazy on me, huh?”
He chuckles, the sound low and rich. “It’s time I start putting my energy where it really matters.”
“And where’s that?”
He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his gaze unwavering. “Right here. With you. And our family.”
My heart swells, and I curl into him, letting his warmth and love envelop me. For the first time in years, I feel truly at home—not in a place, but in a person.
With Finn. My sexy, grumpy, all-wrong-but-somehow-right-for me, neighbor-from-hell.
Epilogue
Finn
The Phantom River sparkles under the noon sun, its ripples catching the light like a thousand tiny diamonds. The air smells of wildflowers and pine, fresh and heady, as if the mountains themselves are celebrating today. My cabin—our cabin now—stands proud and welcoming in the distance, surrounded by Tessa’s vibrant plants that seem to bloom brighter since she moved in.
I tug at the collar of my shirt, unused to the feel of stiff fabric against my neck. A tie? Hell, no. Tessa might’ve softened me, but not that much.
“Relax,” Ridge mutters, smirking as he hands me a flask. “You look like you’re walking into a firing squad, not marrying the love of your life.”
I grunt, taking a sip of the whiskey. “Not used to this kind of attention.”
“Attention’s all on her,” Liam adds, leaning against a tree with a lazy grin. “No one’s here to see your grumpy ass.”
“Except Shep,” Fox chimes in, nodding toward the dog, who’s lounging under a nearby tree. “He’s the only one who actually likes you.”
“Jealous?” I shoot back, earning a laugh from the group. My friends—the brothers I chose—have stood by me through everything. It feels fitting they’re here now, witnessing this moment that still feels surreal.
Grady claps a hand on my shoulder, his smile genuine. “She’s good for you, Finn. Don’t screw it up.”
I snort, but the weight of his words sinks in. Tessa isn’t just good for me. She’s everything.
The crowd gathers as the ceremony begins, a mix of our friends, neighbors, and a few faces I don’t recognize but know must be from Tessa’s world. Zane Warner officiates, because he insisted. His voice is steady as he starts, but his smirk grows wider when Shep trots forward, the rings tied to a ribbon on his collar.