He wrapped strong arms around her, and they stayed like that, locked together, for several long moments. Then he kissed her forehead. “I’d like a bed beneath us. Something soft.”
“That would mean I have to move,” she said, smiling against his shoulder.
“You won’t have to lift a finger.” He rose, never losing his connection to her, and strode toward the bed. Then he crawled toward the center, cupping her butt to keep her close.
When she was beneath him, covered head-to-toe by his heavy body, he winced. “I should have thought this through. I’m still wearin’ my boots.”
Angelina laughed and tugged at his open shirt, pushing it down his arms until he pulled free of it and tossed it away.
“Can’t do a thing about your boots,” she murmured, but she slid her hands over his buttocks and pushed his jeans farther down his thighs. “That good enough?”
“I’ll make do.”
When he began moving, it was like riding waves, gentle swells, at first, then deepening troughs.
And when they both approached the peak, he wrapped his arms around her and held her as though she was something precious, something to be treasured.
Eli and Nate didn’t return until the early morning hours, when they woke her with whispers and led her to the bath they’d prepared, filled with scented Epsom salts. Not that they left her. They joined her, washing her, letting her rest against them as they pampered her.
“This will work,” Nate said as he gently rubbed her breasts with a soapy cloth.
Behind her, Eli massaged her shoulders. “Face it, you’re gonna be spoiled rotten.”
She kept her eyes closed and merely smiled. “Be warned,” she murmured. “You’ve created a monster.”
With their laughter echoing against the tiles, she peeked across at the bathroom door. Brand stood there, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, wearing just his jeans and crooked smile. “Don’t think any of you are getting out of work today.”
And although she was tired, Angelina gave him a wide smile. No doubts lingered. There was enough love inside this room to make sure they made it.
Epilogue
Brand tugged at his tie again. The damn thing was so tight he felt as though he was choking.
“Not getting cold feet, are you?” Nate whispered beside him.
Brand grunted and gave him a swift glare.
All three brothers were lined up, their gazes on the hallway leading from Angelina’s old bedroom.
The living room was packed. Amid the clutter of a Christmas tree and holiday decorations, bright red blooms and rows of folding chairs draped in white damask—he knew, because he’d approved the order—were their neighbors and friends. The mood in the room was festive and without a single judging stare.
The brothers had made up the guest list and then divided it, issuing the invitations in person to make sure that anyone who came did so because they wished them well, not because they were curious. Today, there’d be no clouds to darken their joy.
Among the rows of well-wishers were Dani and Justin Cruz, Rowe Ayers beside them, bouncing a blond baby girl on his knee. Dani’s brother, Cutter Standifer sat beside them with his pretty wife Katie, his son cradled in his arms.
In the next rows, the multitude of Two Mule’s other polyamory marriages—the Kinzies, the Logans, Cam and Joe from the ranch next door, and their girl, Stormy—were living proof that love and commitment could come in varying-sized packages. Maybe he’d stacked the deck, but today, Brand didn’t want Angelina to have even one doubt.
Not that he expected her to hesitate. Since the weekend of her return, she’d thrown herself into life at the ranch with him and his brothers.
Whispers started. And Brand turned again to the hallway, smiling as Mama Amelia walked arm-in-arm with her daughter.
One glance at Angelina and his breath caught. Her dress had been the only arrangement they’d allowed her to manage on her own. So the sight that greeted him rocked him to his toes. She’d foregone a veil, and her long hair curled softly around her shoulders. Her dress was a simple, silky confection with white flowers embroidered around the bodice. The soft drape of the fabric showed her rounded belly to perfection. She’d never looked prettier. Or happier. Already, he could see tears welling in her eyes.
Without a thought for his brothers, or the laughter of their guests, he stepped eagerly forward and took her hand, bending quickly to kiss her mother’s cheek.
Amelia laid her palm against the side of his face. “I give her into your care, mijo.”
Brand smiled and tucked Angelina’s hand in the crook of his arm and led her the rest of the way toward his brothers, who both wore gentle smiles for their beautiful bride.
Angelina darted a glance at their guests, then eyed Brand, Eli and Nate. “We’re really going to do this?” she whispered. “Last chance to run.”
Nate frowned. “Not funny, sweetheart.”
Eli patted his pocket and muttered under his breath, “I spent a month coming up with my vows.”
Brand reached out and manacled her wrist. “We’re never letting you go.”
Angelina sighed. “It doesn’t seem fair.”
Brand understood, and the last of his doubts that he could share Angelina for the rest of their lives melted away. Fair had nothing to do with love. Love just happened. Once upon a time, he’d dreamed of having her for his own, but this was…richer, better. He’d never worry that she’d be left alone. They’d share their joys as well as disappointments. They’d build a stronger future.
Glancing down at her belly, he felt complete. Satisfied.
“Well?” she said softly.
Brand slipped his hand into his pocket to retrieve the three slender bands he and his brothers would slide onto her finger. “I’m ready.”
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Family Values
Copyright © 2015 by Delilah Devlin
ISBN: 978-1-61922-729-3
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