The Risks We Take Duet Box Set

Epilogue II

EPILOGUE II

I thought watching Carys walk down the aisle toward me earlier was incredible, but it’s got nothing on watching her smile from the other side of the dance floor, knowing she’s my wife.

Her dress dips low in the back with drapey white fabric barely covering those delectable dimples sitting right above her ass. It skims over every curve of her body, and my palms itch to touch her soft skin.

She’s gorgeous, and she’s mine.

I should probably feel like an ass because of the thoughts I’m having while her brother stands next to me, holding his son, Jamison, in his arms... but I don’t.

“She sure looks happy, man.” Murphy slaps my back. “I know I give you shit about the whole stepsister thing, but if you keep making her smile like that, I guess I’ll have to let you live.”

I laugh and keep my eyes trained on my beautiful bride. “Whatever you gotta tell yourself to sleep at night, Murph.” I’d like to see him try. My brother-in-law may be a pro football player now, but Navy SEAL beats football player every day of the week and twice on Sunday.

Not that I tell him that.

At least not today.

Brady joins the group with a sleeping Lilah tucked against his chest. “Remind me again why we’re all holding babies instead of beers at your wedding, Coop.”

Carys pops her head up from across the room at that exact moment. As if she can feel my eyes on her and knows exactly what I’m thinking, a slow smile spreads across her face, and her cheeks tinge pink before she turns her attention back to Daphne, Maddie, and Chloe. “Because that’s what she wanted,” I tell Brady, then put an arm around his and Murphy’s shoulders. “And I’m pretty sure we’d all move heaven and earth to see our wives smile.”

I know I would.

Jack Madden taps the microphone, capturing everyone’s attention. “And now, could we have the new Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair join us on the dance floor for their very first dance as husband and wife?”

I cross the wooden floor, brought in just for today, and offer my beautiful bride my hand. “May I have this dance?”

Carys’s sparkling green eyes light up as she places her hand in mine. “Always.”

Jack strums the first few bars of Carys’s favorite Lifehouse song, before the rest of Six Day War join in.

She places her face next to mine and sings along with them while we move around the dance floor in sync, letting the rest of the world fade into the distance. “We’ve come pretty far since the last time we danced to this song, haven’t we, Cooper?”

I press my lips against her forehead, thinking about the way we danced outside at our parents’ wedding. “Yeah, baby. I’d say we have.” I trail my fingers along her spine. “Are you happy, Carys?”

“More than I ever knew I could be, Coop.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders and drags her body against mine. “Are you?”

I hum my agreement against her ear and feel a shiver skirt down her body.

My hand rests against her bare back between her shoulder blades, and I fight the urge to drag it down lower. “Baby... what were you thinking when you designed this dress?”

She sighs softly, and my dick jumps in my tux.

That sound . . . Damn.

I love that sound.

I’m like Pavlov’s dog.

Ready to do anything to get what I want.

And what I want is her.

“I was thinking about the look on your face when you’d see me in it.” The little tease buries her face in my neck, hiding from our guests as I fight to maintain my quickly slipping self-control.

I bring her hand up to my face and press my lips to her wedding ring. “And... how was my reaction?”

“You tell me.” She twirls away from me before I pull her back in to my chest. “Do you like it?”

I groan, keeping my smile plastered to my face for the sake of our friends and family. Then I whisper through gritted teeth, “I’ve had a semi for the past thirty minutes, Carys. I love you and want today to be beautiful and special and all the fairy tale shit you ever wanted it to be. But if I don’t get to fuck you soon, we’re gonna have a problem.”

She laughs. My girl actually laughs at me before she looks up through her long, dark lashes. “That’s a little dramatic, don’t ya think?”

“Oh, I’ll show you dramatic tonight, baby.” I can’t wait to own every inch of her body.

Her smile grows, just before she brushes her lips softly over mine. “Well then, Mr. Sinclair... I think I need some help inside the house.”

The last few notes of the song drift off. “Shit.” My head pops up... both of them. “Really?” I ask, praying she’s saying what I think she is.

She nods slowly. “If you can be quick, we should be good.” Carys tugs me behind her as the band breaks into an old Journey song which should keep the crowd busy for a few minutes, even if they know exactly what we’re sneaking away to do.

Only time this woman has ever told me to be quick about it.

I follow her into our house and into my office on the first floor, then kick the door shut behind me as I lift her in my arms and shove everything off the top of my desk. “I love you, Mrs. Sinclair.” I kiss her fiercely, our tongues tangling and battling for control. She whimpers, clawing at my shoulders, and shoving off my tuxedo jacket. I lay her back against the desk and take a minute to soak her in. “Mine,” I groan as her legs wrap around me.

“God,” she moans. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.” Her shoes fall to the floor.

I trail my tongue down her throat and run a lazy circle around the pulse pounding in her neck while she takes my hand in hers and encourages me to pull up her dress. Her sexy-as-fuck legs are bare under the silk. I drag my hand up the inside of her thighs and drop to my knees.

“Do not rip my dress, Cooper. I’ve got to go back outside in this.”

With a predatory grin, I look up at the gorgeous woman laid open before me. My wife. “I won’t rip it.” I grip her ass and slowly drag my tongue up her pussy, then circle her clit through her white-silk thong.

“Coop...” she whimpers. “I said we’ve got to be fast.”

Not liking the idea of rushing this but needing to give her what we both want in this small window of time, I growl against her cunt, and she arches off the desk. “Coop...” she drags my name out again.

“What do you need, baby?” Not that I need her to tell me. But it’s so much fucking fun hearing her say it.

She sits up and reaches for my belt. “I want you to fuck me, Cooper Sinclair.” Carys slams her mouth against mine for a single hot kiss, and I revel in it, loving when my wife takes what she needs. “Hard,” she pants as she shoves my pants down. “And fast.”

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and slow her down. “We may need to be fast, but this is the first time I’m fucking my wife, Carys. Let me?—”

Carys fists my dick, and I forget everything I was saying.

She takes my cock in her hand and rubs it along her damp thong.

I replace her hand with mine and shove the tiny white scrap of material aside and tease her pussy.

“Cooper . . .” she keens. “Don’t tease me.”

I grab her hips and thrust deep into her heat as I lean down and take her lips in a searing kiss. “Mine, Carys.” I plunge my tongue into her mouth. “My wife. My soul.” I inch back before thrusting in again and again. “The air I fucking breathe, baby.”

“God, yes,” she moans.

Her hips lift from the desk to meet mine, stroke for stroke. “I was made for you, Coop. Only you. Only ever you.”

“Fuuck...” She knows just what I want to hear.

Her head falls back as her eyes slide closed. “I’m so close, Coop.”

I rub my thumb over her clit, and her walls flutter around me. “Oh, God... Coop.”

Our mouths crash together, swallowing each moan, each grunt, every fucking sinful sound as white-hot heat shoots down my spine, and she comes on my cock while I spill inside her.

“What the fuck?”

Oh no.

I block Carys from view before I look over my shoulder but already knowing, based on that voice, Murphy is standing behind us.

I pull out of Carys and tuck myself back in my pants before turning slowly.

Yup . There he is.

Murph’s eyes are closed, and his hand covers Jamison’s face.

Carys adjust her dress, then yells, “Get. Out.”

He tries to back up but has to open his eyes so he doesn’t trip while he holds the baby. “What the actual fuck?” He tries to look away as he gags. “I’m never gonna unsee that shit.” He squints his eyes open and reaches down for the diaper bag, sitting on the floor, which is what he must have come in here looking for. “You couldn’t have locked the fucking door?”

I zip my pants and help Carys stand up.

Not sure whether to laugh or cringe.

I mean , this is one of my best friends, my stepbrother, and my brother-in-law. And he just walked in on his sister and me.

“Do you like walking in on people having sex, Aiden?” Carys quietly giggles, then pushes back her hair, a wicked smile tugging at her lips.

Okay , I guess we’re going with laughing.

Better than her crying.

Murph’s mouth opens and closes like a fish, clearly in shock over her words.

“Seriously. First mom, and now me.” She grabs my hand and tugs me behind her. “You really should talk to someone about that, Aiden. It’s a little creepy.” Carys shuts the door, leaving Murphy and Jamison in the office before she starts laughing so hard, tears trail down her cheeks. “Oh my God.” Her hand covers her mouth. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

“I can still hear you” is bellowed from the other side of the door, and we both crack up.

“Never a dull day, baby.”

She kisses me, sinking her teeth into my bottom lip. “You owe me another orgasm, Coop. That one was interrupted.”

Before I can tell her exactly how I’ll be delivering on that promise, the door cracks open behind us, and Murphy stands there with a much more pleasant smelling Jamison. “Please... for the love of any god that ever existed, don’t ever make me hear those words again.” He drops a foul-smelling diaper in my hand and shakes his head as he walks away.

I move into the kitchen and get rid of the diaper in one of the trashcans the caterers have sitting in the corner of the room, then wash my hands before I gather her face in them. “What do you think the odds are that he’s telling everyone?”

She shrugs. “Eighty-twenty says he keeps his mouth shut. He hasn’t lived down walking in on Coach and Mom yet. He’s not saying a word. He doesn’t want to be teased about this too.” She kisses me again as her eyes light up. “I can’t wait to torture him.”

“I love you, baby, but you’re a little scary.”

She lifts up onto her toes and ghosts her lips over mine. “And don’t you ever forget it.”

“I never will, wife.” I’ve loved Carys for a long time, but there’s a peace in knowing she’s my wife that I’ve never experienced before.

“I love you too, Cooper.” She laces her fingers through mine, and we walk back outside to join our friends and family on the dance floor. Everyone is smiling and laughing. Happy.

And nothing has ever felt more right.