Page 87 of Hot for Teacher

Chase reappeared before either of them could attempt to speak their minds, and Killian wrapped an arm around his husband’s waist. “Your mother was just commenting on the loveliness of the venue.”

Chase beamed. “Isn’t it great? Devon found it for us.”

Killian doubted Chase’s parents remembered who the hell Devon was, but they were wise enough not to reveal it.

“Terrance said groom and groom are first,” Chase told him.

“Perfect.” And Killian led Chase away from the parents without another word. He’d said his piece, at least for the moment.And the two of them knew by now that Killian had money and connections of his own in this town—they’d behave.

And Killian’s own parents were waiting on the other side of the veranda, arms already open to embrace Chase, who they loved like … well, like a much more lovable son.

And after photos and dinner and speeches, the family part of the evening would be over, and it would be time to dance and revel with their devoted friends, who had never once let either of them down.

And none of that fucking mattered anyway, because the most important person of all was already at Killian’s side, where he would stay for the remainder of the wedding celebration. Loved, coveted, and protected.

Killian grinned, bright and fierce and proud, as Chase leaned into him, trusting Killian to guide them where they needed to go.

Secure in Killian’s arms.

Just as he would be for the rest of the night.

Just as he would be for the rest of their lives.

The end.