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She turns her head and catches me staring at her. Her smile is crooked and probably as drunk looking as mine, but it’s obvious her mind is going to the same place as mine.

When she pops her seatbelt, I immediately reach for her and drag her onto my lap. Doesn’t matter if we tear this dress; we’re almost home and I have every intention of shredding the fabric to get to her body.

My dick is already rock hard before she throws her leg over my thighs and straddles me. Kato leans forward and pulls the heels from her feet as Brix raises the hem of the dress when the telltaleriiiipfills the gaps between our heavy breathing.

Nice of him, but I’d still rather tear the fucking thing right down the center and reveal her to me like a gift.

Isn’t she, though?

When she was gone, when I allowed those lies we’d been fed to take root…it felt as though a part of me had died, as though a part of my soul had rotted right alongside my heart.

Now, with her in my life, in my arms, I feel whole again. Sure, I still look forward to committing some violence, committing murder, but I no longer fantasize about the day when I’m not the biggest, the fastest, the deadliest and will finally be put out of my misery.

Not only is she my saving grace, my angel, but she filled that hole deep in my chest.

And now I’m gonna fill her holes.

Damn. How drunk am I that I can go from being all sappy to nasty in less than a heartbeat?

Who am I kidding? I don’t have to be drunk for that when it comes to my girl.

My hands grab hold of her ass as she slams her lips against mine and grinds against my hard-on. She keeps this up and I might blow my load before we even pull in the driveway.

That sure as fuck ain’t happening. I need to bury myself deep inside her tonight. Consummate our marriage and all that shit.

Except I’m not bothering to stop her, just keeping my hands on her ass and urging her to move faster as I rock my hips up against her.

Whatever. Even if I come in my pants, I’m still going to fuck her tonight. And tomorrow.

And for the next ten days in the Caribbean.

Her little gasps and moans are like music to my ears. Until I pull away and realize Brix has pulled the top of her dress down and is playing with her tits.

I’m not mad he’s touching her – just thought all those sounds of pleasure were from me. I’m used to sharing her, but I sure as fuck love the times when it’s just the two of us, when I get to swallow down her moans, when I get to be the only one who getsto see the look of bliss on her pretty face when her cunt squeezes my dick with her release.

Tonight, though…tonight is about all four of us. Those vows were said to the three of us. Brix and I might not have repeated them the same way Kato did, but we vowed as much as he did.

There is nothing in this world that will ever tear her away from me again. I will never allow anything or anyone to ever come between us again.

Everest tastes sweet and a little tangy from the champagne and cocktails she downed all night but she still smells like my Everest, that honey and sunshine smell that always reminds me of warm summer nights.

Damn. Apparently, drunk Maddox is a little sappy and poetic when it comes to my wife.

We shift a little as the limo comes to a stop.

Then Everest is pulled from my lap abruptly and her dress is resituated a moment before the back door opens.

She gives me this sexy smirk that tells me this is far from over. “Flora was definitely right – there are so many benefits to the back seat.”

Brix shakes his head but is smiling as he steps from the limo and holds out a hand to her.

A few more seconds and the driver would have gotten an eyeful of Everest’s tits and ass, then the poor dude would have died.

What? I don’t make the rules.

Brix doesn’t wait for Everest to climb out, simply reaches in and scoops her into his arms, then marches his ass straight for the door.

Karo steps out and holds it open for us to pass before he retires for the night. He and Dmitri returned the SUV but were instructed to stay behind and watch over everything until we got home.