Not that I want to say no. I love this house and the estate. It’s the home of my best friend and her husband, and even more than that, it’s my husband’s childhood home that I know he still loves.
Marius looks at me and then says to everyone, “We’ll have to see if our plans conflict with Ronan and Kate’s. If not, then if my wife is okay with it, I’m fine with our wedding being here.”
One by one, each person comes over to see my ring, and as we all sit around laughing and celebrating, I know this is the part of being married that I missed the most. I never doubted Marius and I loved each other, and I never needed to be with him every day and every night. That’s not who we are.
But being with the people you love and having the chance to be who you really are without lies and pretending is the part I missed out on for the past two years. Now that all changes, and I couldn’t be happier.
Eden King is marrying Marius King again, and they’re going to live happily ever after.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Eden
I stareat the beautiful engagement ring on my left hand, wiggling my fingers to watch the light as it shines off the diamond. That husband of mine certainly does know how to make up to a woman.
Marius walks into the bedroom and stops dead just inside the door. He seems odd, like something’s wrong, so I hurry over to where he’s standing.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Is your arm hurting? The doctor said that it might throb a little. You did have a bullet go through your body, after all.”
He shakes his head and kisses me. “No, I’m fine. I was just thinking about the first time I brought you here and told you it was yours. You were so thrilled, and I loved seeing you like that.”
“I love that you did this for me, honey. I hope you don’t think because I want to move out to where we grew up that I don’t appreciate this beautiful penthouse.”
With a shrug, he smiles. “It’s not a problem. This was for the old Marius and Eden. The new version of us belongs somewhere else.”
Wrapping my arms around him, I look up into his dark eyes and ask, “Are you ready to become a full-time husband and owner of a suburban home?”
“Yeah, I am. It’s time the world knew me as your husband, Duck.”
Marius King really is the most wonderful man I’ve ever met. I don’t know how I’ve been so blessed, but I thank my lucky stars for him. I’m so happy right now that I might even thank Justin and Maia, if I saw them tonight.
With a sly grin, he cradles my face with his right hand and says, “I think as a farewell we need to have some mind-blowing sex in this bedroom. You know, to celebrate our leaving here and finding a new house.”
In truth, we’ve been having mind-blowing sex all week. Much of it has been me on top since he’s nursing a gunshot wound in his left arm, but it’s been a hell of a week for us. I’m thinking of something slightly different for tonight, though.
“I’m way ahead of you, baby. You just sit down on the bed and let me take care of everything.”
Marius looks at me in disbelief, like he isn’t sure what’s about to happen. “Okay. I’m wondering what you have planned, Duck.”
I lead him over to the bed and stand in front of him when he sits down. Smiling, I say, “Well, all week you’ve had a hard time in bed because of your arm, so I thought for the man who bought me such a gorgeous ring and made me the happiest woman in the world, that I’d make this night all about you. So sit back and relax because tonight is all about Marius.”
He doesn’t have time to say another word before I unzip his pants and lower myself to the floor. Like usual, he’s ready to have a good time, so I slip his hard cock out and wrap my fingersaround it. Since I’m left-handed, I use that hand, but tonight it looks a little different.
Marius notices it too and smiles down at me. “I like the way that ring looks with your hand around me. It’s fucking sexy.”
“It is. Now relax and enjoy, baby.”
Taking the head into my mouth, I give it a few sucks before sliding down as far as I can. My husband is a man who’s been blessed in many ways, including what’s in his pants, so there’s no chance of deep throating with him. I have figured out ways to compensate for that, including that thing I do with my tongue he loves.
“Jesus, Duck…I don’t know if it’s getting shot or what you’re doing with your mouth, but I think I’m getting lightheaded.”
Although I shouldn’t tease him, I let his cock fall out of my mouth and ask, “Do you want me to stop then?”
His eyes get big, and he shakes his head. “Fuck no! I’d be a fool to say no to my beautiful wife going down on me.”
I wrap my fingers around him again and flick my tongue over the tip of his cock, knowing that drives him crazy. “Good. Now lean back and enjoy the ride, so to speak.”
The thing he loves the most is when I jerk him off and flick my tongue over the vein that runs on the underside of his cock, so after giving him a little taste of the good stuff, I get down to business. Above me, he moans softly before stuffing his hand into my hair. When he starts to pull, I’ll know he’s close.
