Page 132 of Killer Confections

“Or he’ll watch her marry someone else and go insane,” Thalia throws out there, taking a sip of her mystery alcohol. We all slowly turn to her, our stares hard. She throws her hands up, her drink sloshing over the rim of her glass. “What? I’m just saying.”

“Well, on that somber note,” Addison mumbles as the newlyweds make their way over to our group.

We hug them both, congratulating them as the guys slap Connor on the back and do that weird man hug thing.

Alana flashes her massive rock and we all squeal, except for Thalia, who looks like she’s literally in Hell.

“Oh, my god!” Addison shakes the bride by her shoulders. “You’re the only normal one! It took you a whole five years to get married!”

Alana snorts. “Connor proposed to me the second week we were publicly together. I just kept telling him no until I was ready.”

“Wait.” I point a finger at her, my eyes narrowing. “How many times has he proposed to you?”

She smiles coyly. “Once every month for the last five years.”

A chorus ofawescome from us as our hearts melt. Thalia only takes another big swig of her drink, ignoring us completely.

Addison hogs Alana’s attention, asking questions about the honeymoon and my eyes stray to my husband.

Heat flares in me as I take in his dark suit with swirling tattoos poking out from under his neckline. I thought he was handsome in jeans and a T-shirt, but he’sdevastatingin formal attire. I’m feeling a little catty when I see a random redhead staring a little too intently at my man. She bites her nail, whispering to her friend as she eye fucks my husband.

I clear my throat before calmly walking over to him and grabbing the back of his neck while he’s in the middle of talking to Connor and Rowan. I drag him down to me, smashing my lips to his fiercely in a show of possession.

He groans, circling his arms around me and completely forgetting about the two men watching us.

He pulls away, nipping at my bottom lip. “I want to hike this pretty little dress up and bury myself deep inside of you.”

I hum. “Dance with me first and I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

He lifts me with one arm, smashing me to him as he walks us over to the dance floor. He’s careful not to drag my dress as he sets me down gently.

“You’ve been wearing those heels all afternoon,” he comments. “Are you ready to get rid of them?”

“Yes, please,” I say quietly as he bends down and undoes the straps of my right one. He kisses my ankle before tossing my shoe aside and then opening his hand for the next one.

It’s so doting how he knows I have three hours in heels max before I’m shedding them. He’s definitely an act of service guy. And a physical touch guy. Hell, I think he’s just a Loxley guy. Which I’m not complaining about. These last few months have been the best time of my life. They’ve been full of laughter, comfort, and mind-numbing sex.

And as I stare down at my husband, I realize he was right. We were always destined to end up here, in each other’s arms. We were two souls in this vast existence that found one another for areason.

He’s my other half and I don’t know how I’ve gone so long without him by my side.

Emotions swell in me as he stands and hooks an arm around my waist. He picks me up again before lowering me back down until my bare feet stand over the toe of his shoes.

“There we go. Give your feet a break. I’ll massage them when we get home.” He says, his eyes soft as he pulls me so close I can’t tell where he begins and I end.

I smile. “You’re so good to me.”

His brow creases. “Always.” He punctuates his proclamation with a deep kiss, and everything comes together so seamlessly. The waiting, the what-ifs, and the endlessnights of yearning for something I thought I would never have again are finally over.

Because here, in Atlas’s arms, I finally feel it.

I’m home.