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He rose long enough to shed the rest of his clothes and roll a condom over his impressive cock. Then starting at her toes, he kissed his way up her body, pausing at the juncture between her legs. His finger circled her clit until her breath quickened, and then it dipped inside her, curling to hit the spot that had her hips bucking off the mattress.

“Oh, God, Zane. Please!”

He grinned. “You’re so wet, baby. So ready for me.”

“Yes,” she moaned as his finger went back to rubbing her clit, increasing the pressure to bring her to the brink of another climax before slowing down, drawing out the moment and making her wonder if she would lose her mind.

He kissed her, and her hand snaked down to grip his cock at its base. Their kiss grew frantic as her hand glided up and down his manhood, feeling it grow at her touch. She tilted her hips until she could rub his cock against her clit, the motion steady and smooth and sexy as hell. She turned her head to break their kiss, her desire mounting until she had to cry out in pleasure.

He pushed her hand away and lined his cock up with her entrance. His hips bucked as he slid inside her to the hilt. Her slick channel instantly gripped him tightly, and he paused and moaned, savoring the feel of her around his cock.

“You feel so good,” he murmured as he dropped kisses on her cheeks, across her nose and finally on her mouth.

“Please, Zane. I need…more.” Her body wanted to succumb to the urge to move, but his body pinned her.

He moved, in and out, in a steady rhythm which pushed them to the edge but wasn’t enough to send them over. She felt too good for him to rush it, so he kept up the smooth pace and the passionate kisses until her hands gripped his shoulders tightly before moving to cup his buttocks. She pushed against him as her hips thrust upward, changing the position of his cock to hit her sweet spot. Her responding moan was enough to drive him mad. His hands clutched her luscious hips, and he picked up his pace, pounding into her.

She was so close, the need to come overwhelming. She finally moved her hand to reach between them, her finger rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts.

“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Come for me, baby. Come all over me.”

As if his words flipped a switch, she tumbled over the precipice which sent her careening into her release. She cried out as ecstasy rolled through her body, robbing her of breath. With one final thrust, Zane groaned as his climax hit him with the force of a landslide, blinding him to everything but the feel of being inside this woman. Pleasure rocked them until they were lost to the passage of time.

After what felt like a while but was probably a few minutes, Zane collapsed on top of her, supporting the brunt of his weight with his arms. He didn’t pull his cock from her right away. She wrapped her arms around his back to hold him close, and they were content to stay in that position for a bit, their breathing the only sound in the room.

When he finally did rise, Bridget watched him walk to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and enjoyed the view of all his naked glory when he returned. He grabbed the blanket she kept folded across the foot of her bed and covered her. He slipped underneath it and gathered her in his arms. She molded her body to his and rested her head against his chest.

“We should go. The kids…I want to be there for them.”

Zane placed a lingering kiss against her hair. “Go ahead and rest for a few minutes. Then we’ll go see the kids, and I’ll call to check in with my mom.”

“Sounds good,” she said on a sigh as her eyes drifted close.

Epilogue

One Month Later

The sun shone bright over the lush green lawn of the hotel garden. Rows of white chairs adorned with gauzy bows faced a rustic wooden arbor covered in ivy vines and mingled with fresh flowers of vibrant pinks, purples, yellows and blues. A violinist stood to one side, guiding the bow over the stringed instrument until romantic melodies swirled around the small number of guests.

Zane smiled as he scanned the guests. They were the closest friends and family of the bride and groom, and that meant members of his chosen family were among that number. It was a gathering that the team members and investigators of Knight Security and Investigations deserved after all they’d been through within the last couple of months.

His undercover case was still open pending the trial of Armando and Elian De la Peña, but he had gratefully handed it over to the ATF and FBI. After the case put those he cared about in danger and almost ruined one of the most special relationships in his life, he’d requested to be taken off the case, which Tristin had no problem with. Of course, the work Zane and the rest of the Alpha Team had done made the arrest of the De la Peñas possible. Well, their work and the testimony of Jubel “Thumper” Riesling, who opted to be a federal witness against the crime family in exchange for immunity and a stint in witness protection. With Armando and Elian out of the picture, there was no longer a possibility of them seeking vengeance against the Alpha Team for the death of Armando’s younger son Oscar or possibly wanting custody of Oscar’s daughter, Davi.

For Zane, it meant the book closed on one chapter in his life, giving him the opportunity to pursue the next one.

The minister stepped from a cluster of trees to take his place behind the arbor. Following close behind was Tristin and Cole, regal in their Navy dress blues. The music flowed into the lilting sound of the wedding march. The guests stood and turned to face the collection of trees at the back of the garden. As the maid of honor, Chloe Stephens started her walk down the aisle to stand to the side and wait for the bride’s appearance.

Zane smiled down at Sydney as he tucked her hand in the crook of his arm. “That’s our cue.”

“Do I look okay?”

He took note of her brilliant red hair swept up into a series of braids which wove around her head into a bun at the nape of her neck. Sprigs of baby’s breath rested among the strands and mirrored the sprigs accenting the large colorful bouquet in her hands. Her makeup was expertly applied to accent her wide eyes and high cheekbones, but barely dulled the appearance of the freckles dotting her cheeks and nose. She wore a dress of ivory lace and tulle with a see-through back closed with a long line of buttons. The sheer fabric sleeves were adorned with more lace, and the illusion neckline gave her modesty while the sweetheart dip hinted at her cleavage.

“You’re beautiful. Panther is going to forget to breathe when he sees you.”

Sydney’s smile was wide. “Then let’s not keep him waiting.”

Her full skirt glided across the ground as they made their way down the white satin cloth laid in the middle of the aisle for her entrance and approach to the arbor. Foregoing the trend of sneaking a secret first-look moment with Cole prior to the ceremony, Sydney opted to wait until the beginning, when she made her way to her groom, for them to see each other for the first time in their wedding attire.