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“Fuck,” I say through gritted teeth. I climb between her legs and thrust into her. She’s so hot and wet. She wraps her legs around my waist and meets me, thrust for thrust.
“I love you,” she moans.
“I love you too.”
I’ve loved this woman for as long as I can remember, and I’ll love her until the day I die. She’s My May, and nothing will ever change that. Nothing.
EPILOGUE
MAY
TEN MONTHS LATER
I walk down the aisle toward Logan. He’s holding our baby girl, Hannah. He looks good in his police uniform. I have no idea what I did to get so lucky to be loved by him, but I’m glad I did it. I still remember the day that I was walked into that foster home. I sat down on the front stairs, crying. I cried so much in those first days. Logan sat down beside me and wrapped his arms around me. Now, he’ll wrap them around me forever.
Marrying my best friend is all I’ve ever dreamed of, and now it’s coming true. It happened too fast. I don’t even remember saying my vows.
January takes Hannah from Logan as we walk down the aisle hand in hand. He drags me off into a private room off the reception area we are supposed to be going into.
“Wife,” he growls, his hands roaming over my body. His lips devour my neck; my head falls back.
“Husband,” I cry out when he bites down on my pulse point. His hands push my dress up, and he finds my pussy already wet for him. “What are you doing? We don’t have time for this.”
“There’s always time for this. I want to fuck my wife. Are you already denying me?”
“No. Never,” I moan when he slams his fingers into me.
“Always wet and ready for me.”
I blindly grope for his belt and pants, opening both. Reaching in, I pull his cock free, pumping it in my fist.
“Logan,” I whine, needing him inside me now.
“You want my cock?” he asks as he pushes into me.
“You know I do.”
“Good girl. Take it.”
With my back against the wall and him pushing in and out of me, he grabs my face, making me look at him.
“Logan?”
“I love you, baby. For-fucking-ever. There will never be anybody else for me. You’re it. It’s always been you.”
I smile as I moan for him.
“There’s only ever been you. You are my everything.”
He calls me “My May,” but he’s my Logan—my everything. He saved me when we were barely old enough to tie our own shoes. His love for me is what kept me alive all these years, even if I didn’t quite realize that’s what it was. I wouldn’t trade him for anything.
EPILOGUE
LOGAN
TWO YEARS LATER
I’ve been a cop for a year and half now. I love being a cop, but I don’t make that much of a difference. I’m still on the Vitali’s payroll and in turn on the DeSantis payroll. I do whatever they need done short of murder. That’s my hard line and they know it. They respect it.
