Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
I look up to the most beautiful blue eyes and feel a surge of love and sunshine move through me. This man brought the light into my darkness, and I don’t want to live another day without him. I’m just as batshit crazy in love with him.
“Baby, I can’t wait to be your old lady,” I say, unable to contain my smile.
He gives me a big smile. But when our eyes connect, he starts to move inside me, and his smile gives way to the rampant desire and love colliding inside of him.
He moves in and out, slowly, deeply, every stroke driving me toward unfathomable pleasure.
I grip the sheet beneath me and surrender to the blinding orgasm he delivers for the second time tonight.
EPILOGUE
Ella
I suck in a deep breath.
Hold it for a count of four.
Then let it go slowly.
I’m ready.
“You look beautiful,” Bambi says, sweeping her gaze up and down my wedding dress.
“And very sexy,” Mya adds with her usual effervescence.
“Here, take this, you look like you need it,” Annika says, holding out an open bottle of champagne.
“I’m actually okay. Super calm.” I let out an excited breath. “I just can’t wait to marry him.”
I can’t keep the grin off my face because I feel giddy with love and anticipation.
“He’s nervous. Couldn’t button his shirt.” Mya giggles. “He can’t wait to make you his wife.”
“You’ve seen him?” Annika asks, handing her the champagne bottle.
“He’s my best friend, of course I have. It’s his wedding day.”
“I thought I was your best friend,” I tease.
“Me too,” Annika adds with a grin.
Mya pokes out her tongue and takes a swig from the champagne bottle.
We’re in the bedroom I share with Lars. The room where we’ve lived and loved for the past three months.
In mere minutes, I’m going to become Ella Andersson.
Old lady to the club’s enforcer.
The door opens, and Belle sweeps in. “Come on, everyone is waiting.” She walks over to me and puts comforting hands on each of my arms. “You doing okay?”
“She’s doing more than okay, she’s positively radiant,” Mya says, hooping her arm through mine. “Doesn’t she look beautiful, Belle?”
That’s when the tears spring to my eyes.
These women.
How did I live without them before now?
“Thanks to all of you.” I make eye contact with each of them. “Thank you for being so welcoming and including me in your little family. I couldn’t imagine doing this without any of you.”
“Oh, don’t make me cry, Ella,” Bambi says, dabbing at her eyes.
“Oh, dang it, I think my tears have made my eyelashes come loose,” Mya says, fanning her eyes.
Even Annika looks glassy-eyed. She looks up at the ceiling to control her tears and swears under her breath when one of them slides down her cheek. She quickly swipes it away. “Oh, for heaven’s sake,” she mutters.
The door opens again, and Lucretia walks in with Mrs. V. and gasps when she sees me. “Oh, Ella, you look like a fairytale princess.”
She gently wraps her arms around me, and I squeeze her tight.
Mrs. V. claps her hands. “Okay, you lot. We’ve got a room full of bikers and a groom looking like he’s about to combust with anticipation. Let’s put him out of his misery, shall we?”
“You ready?” Belle asks, and when I nod, she hands me my bouquet of flowers.
“Well hot dang, let’s do this,” Mya chirps happily.
I follow my bridesmaids out of the bedroom and along the hallway to the top of the grand staircase. Below, in the cobblestoned foyer, my groom awaits me at the end of a long red carpet.
When he asked me where I wanted to get married, I remembered how he had waited for me at the base of the staircase on the day of Sticky and Dani’s wedding, and how beautiful and loved I’d felt as he’d watched me descend each step.
I remembered the look on his face. The affection in his eyes.
And I knew I wanted to meet him at the bottom of that staircase again.
Chatter drifts up from the foyer below. I can’t see Lars, but knowing he is down there waiting to become my husband fills me with so much excitement I could burst.
Music starts, and my bridesmaids descend the staircase ahead of me, walking into gasps of appreciation from the guests.
Mrs. V. hangs back. Today, she is walking me down the aisle. My father is still in a wheelchair as he continues his rehabilitation. But he is meeting me at the end of the aisle to escort me toward my husband-to-be.
Taking my arm, Mrs. V. gives me a warm smile. “I don’t know if I ever told you. But you’re a damn good kitchenhand.”
I laugh. “Better than the new one?”
She pretends to look annoyed. “Let’s not get started on his inability to make a good cup of coffee.”
“Give him a chance. You might be pleasantly surprised.”