The corners of my lips tilt up. “He’s in the freezer.”
Her eyes widen in horror. “Archer! I’m not gonna be able to use it now.”
I snake my arm around her waist and smack her ass. “Exactly. You made a vow to give me all your orgasms. I’m just making you keep your promise.”
She narrows her eyes. “Does this mean no jerking off in the shower?”
“Haven’t done that since the day I got you, baby.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re insatiable.” I wink. “And I only wanted to experience it with you.”
She shakes her head in disbelief. “You are way too damn sweet for your own good.”
I brush a finger along her face, sweeping away the flyaway hairs. “Nah, only for you.”
Epilogue
EVERLEIGH
Dear Everleigh,
I didn’t write you a special letter on our wedding day ten years ago, so for our vow renewal, I wanted to give you something you could keep forever. Besides my heart, of course. You’ll have that till death parts us. But according to you, we have to die together so neither of us has to be without the other. Well, I’m still on board. I can’t imagine living a single day without your love. The highlight of my days is seeing you in the mornings with your coffee, wearing a messy top bun and baby spit-up on your shirt from the night before. I’d never be able to survive without your witty comebacks, spontaneity that gets us lost in the middle of nowhere, or hearing you scream my name into a pillow so the kids don’t hear us. I lived thirty-three years before I knew the real definition of happiness, and that wasn’t until I met you. You and the girls are my whole world.
So today, when I recite our vows for the second time, know that I love you on the deepest level. Thank you for falling in love with me and letting me fall for you. Every moment together has been a dream. Even when we struggled to balance work and family life, you were always by my side.
And I’ll say this till the day we die—I’m a very lucky man.
I can’t wait to see you in a wedding gown. I already know you’ll steal my breath away, but I wanted to give you your something blue. Put it in and meet me down the aisle.
I love you, baby.
-Archer
* * *
I read over his last sentence. Put it in?
His letter left me speechless with tears surfacing, but I blink them away so I don’t smear my makeup. I grab the box that the envelope was attached to and open it.
That dirty motherfucker.
I snicker at the blue mini bullet inside with the remote missing. He’s a sneaky devil, but I can’t deny him, so I lift my dress and ease it inside. Then I send him a message.
Everleigh: Just so you know, when you pull this out of my pussy, I’m using it on you tonight.
Archer: Pfft. I’d like to see you try.
Everleigh: My ass will be sitting on your face, giving you a front row seat when we 69.
Archer: Did you really have to put that image in my head as I’m about to stand next to the pastor?
A vibration soars through my body, hitting deep inside, pulsating on and off.
Jerk.
Everleigh: This is gonna be torture, there’s no clit stimulator, so I’m just gonna be teetering on the edge all night.
Archer: That’s the point. You’ll be so wet and ready for me when I strip off your dress.
I groan at the realization that I won’t be orgasming anytime soon.
“You good, Ev?” Katie pops her head into the bridal suite. “They’re ready for you.”
Nodding, I smile wide and grab my bouquet. Tyler meets me in the hallway, and I loop my arm through his.
“Thanks for walking me down, even though I’m in my forties.” I chuckle.
“That doesn’t matter. You’ll always be my little sis.” He grins.
We only invited close friends and family. The ceremony is short and sweet, but this time, we recite our own vows. By the time we kiss, there’s not a dry eye in the place.
After Archer and I go down the aisle, we scoop up the kids and take family pictures. I still can’t believe we ended up having three girls. We thought our last baby was a boy, even decorated the nursery in fire trucks and picked out a name, but we got the shock of a lifetime the day she was born. And to no surprise, she’s the most unpredictable one of the three. She was exactly what we needed to complete our family.
“Well, Mrs. Boone…we have the night to ourselves. You ready to play?” Archer clicks on the remote, and my hips jerk.
“I swear to God, if you don’t give me what I need, I’m shoving this up your ass.”
“Tsk, tsk. Such foul language for a pretty lady.” He walks behind me and reaches for the zipper.
The speed increases, and my knees threaten to buckle. He only clicked it twice throughout the party, but he’s constantly tortured me since we’ve been alone.
Archer slowly unzips my dress, brushing his lips against my mouth. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“Something we haven’t done before,” I reply.
He chuckles. “Not sure that option exists.”
“You sure about that?”
Archer slides the silky white material down, and I’m left in only panties. He comes around and meets my eyes. “Well, now I’m not.”
“Sex tape,” I blurt out, and his brows shoot up. “Too much?”
“It’s never too much with you, but I didn’t expect that one.” He snakes his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest. “It’s exactly why I love you so much. Every day’s an adventure.”
“Gotta keep us young and hip,” I say with a laugh.
“That’s true. So, you want to record it here?” He glances around our master bedroom. “Or in the shower?”
“Let’s start here, and we’ll see where it goes…” I suggest in case I change my mind later and we end up somewhere else.
“Don’t have to convince me.” He swats my ass. “I’ll set up the tripod.”
The camera is aimed at the bed, though I know we often end up against the wall or loveseat next to the window. Honestly, this room was the sole reason we bought this house. Well, besides the land for our four dogs to run free. The large suite makes for a nice sanctuary for us to spend alone time together. A huge master bathroom is attached with a shower and whirlpool tub. We’ve christened it hundreds of times too.
Archer adjusts the bullet to full speed while I kneel in front of him and suck him off. I love meeting his eyes and feeling empowered as the pleasure rocks through him. With the remote in his hand, he changes the speeds every few seconds. He fists his fingers in my hair as I pick up and slow down my pace.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful with my cock in your mouth,” he growls as I pull him deeper down my throat. “You like me owning your pussy?”
I nod with pleading eyes, hoping he’ll give me what I need. The buildup has been torture, and I’m ready to explode.