They pucker before him and his cock rises between my legs.

Ransom drops back, closes his eyes, and crosses his arms behind his head.

“Your turn, Trouble.” He smirks. “Work your magic.”

So, I do.

Ten in the morning comes a lot faster than it should and we’re piling into limos on the way to breakfast.

Everyone was sensible enough to bring a change of clothes, but everything else is left over from the night before.

We walk inside and a smile lights up my face as I look around.

Ransom and I made no fancy plans. All we did was book the restaurant we like to walk down to after a long night’s work, but I knew when my sister said Cali convinced her husband she needed two extra days here, and prior to the wedding, they had something up their sleeves.

The entire country beach vibe of the place is hidden behind sheets of white silk and red rose vine garlands. They hang from the ceiling all throughout and in the hallway down the walls, lights entwined within them.

The tails are covered in black cloths and golden place settings are placed perfectly in front of each chair.

I chuckle when my eyes lift to the back wall and a golden J and R hangs in the center... an A and B smaller and off to the side, as a little joke, I’m sure.

And it’s perfect.

Because we wouldn’t be anything without them.

They were just as much a part of our journey as we were, if not the reason for it all.

Arsen and Beretta pushed us, tested us, and refused to allow us to hide from what we were capable of.

I think Ransom and I would have found each other either way, but it would have been different, and I would never wish that.

I love us the way we are, and I love the steps it took us to get here, in a room full of people of our choosing, in our timing.

“I thought you might like that.”

My muscles tense.

Okay, this is unexpected.

Slowly, I spin around, finding my mom and stepdad standing at the back left corner.

In her finest pantsuit and gold bangles, my mother walks toward me.

“Jeans, wow.” She smiles.

A laugh leaves me and I nod, stepping in and hugging her even though she didn’t try for one. I don’t clench her tight but I do allow both my arms to wrap around her briefly before stepping back, a chest now right behind me. “I know, who knew they were so comfortable.”

“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you in jeans.”

I grin. “You haven’t.” It wasn’t allowed.

She tips her head, a low sigh leaving her. “Your sister showed me some photos from last night.”

I nod, waiting for the passive-aggressive compliment of my dress of choice, location of choice etcetera, etcetera, etcetera...