Lastly, Drew thanks everyone for coming to the wedding and then toasts his wife before leading her over to the makeshift dance floor in the center of the roof where they dance their first dance as husband and wife to John Legend’s “You and I (Nobody in the World).” I get teary-eyed again as I watch them dance, and with the moonlight shining from above, the fairy lights twinkling against the dark sky, and Jo’s dress shimmering magically with every sway of her hips, it’s such a perfect moment, a happily ever after.
My eyes instinctively search out Chase, and of course, when our eyes meet from across the roof, instead of watching the happy couple dance their first dance, his eyes are solely on me; the power behind his stare makes my panties a little wet. When Jo and Drew are joined by other couples, I grab Junior’s hand and make him give me the dance he promised me.
The dance is short-lived when my bladder, filled with five glasses of champagne, is about ready to burst. I head inside to the ladies’ room. Once I’ve done my business, I finally leave the restroom. I don’t make it two steps before I’m being tugged into a low-lit corridor, gasping at the feel of a strong chest pressing up against me and a set of lips crashing onto mine.
Chase.
Oh God, I’ve missed his mouth so much.
My heart thrashes in my chest, my hands fisting into the lapels of his jacket, as I let him consume my entire being with this one kiss.
When we pull away, we’re both a little breathless.
I rest my head against Chase’s and whisper, “Hi.”
He chuckles before responding with, “Hi yourself.”
“Where’s Sophia?” I ask, my lips tingling from Chase’s mind-blowing kiss.
“She’s with Tyler and Mia. I wanted to find you and finish our conversation from earlier.”
I let out a breathless laugh. “Well, we’re sure not going to finish talking with your tongue down my throat.”
He chuckles, and the husky sound is like an arrow straight to the heart, almost bringing me down to my knees.
“Sorry. I couldn’t resist. I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment I saw you walking down the aisle earlier. You look so beautiful. Have I told you how incredible you look tonight?” he asks, his fingers caressing along my waist, making goose bumps erupt all over my body at the sheer touch.
“You might have mentioned it earlier, but if you want to keep in my good books, I’d keep at the compliments, buddy.”
“Duly noted,” he states, smiling at me.
The smile soon fades, and his face grows serious. His hold on my waist tightens, and my heart sprints even faster at his intense gaze.
“I’m sorry for pushing you away. I thought I was doing the right thing, for me and Sophia, but instead, letting you walk out of my life was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I thought, when I’d met Olivia, I’d found the one, my person, but it wasn’t until I met you that I knew the love I felt for her was nothing compared to what I felt for you, what I feel for you. You’re everything I never realized I wanted yet everything that I had been missing. The best kind of love is the unexpected kind, and the two people I love more in this world came into my life when I least expected it. I forced you away because, firstly, I didn’t want to get hurt again, and secondly, I couldn’t bear putting you second when it came to my daughter. Jace made me realize that you’d never be with someone who would put their children second, that it’s okay if you’re second because that’s exactly where you’re supposed to be. My second-in-command,” he adds with a panty-dropping smile, and I almost lose it. He pulls me closer to him until I can feel his racing heart against mine.
“I want you, and I want to stop pretending that being your friend is enough because it isn’t. I want more. I want you,” he declares, his beautiful blues piercing into me with a love I’ve been searching years to find. “Like I said earlier, I will do anything to have you back in my life. Anything and everything. I love you, baby. I want forever with you. Please say you forgive me. Please say you want forever with me, too.”
I don’t even give his words a second thought. I just say the first thing on my mind. “Yes, I forgive you. I forgave you earlier…and as for forever with you, a million times yes. I love you.” I slam my lips onto his, losing myself in all of him.
The kiss quickly escalates, and our hands begin to roam into risky territory. The feel of his straining erection against my hip fuels my hormones to a level I don’t think I’ve ever felt before. An explosive level. I need him more than I need my own breath.
He must feel the same sexual need because he pulls away and whispers in a sex-filled voice, “Would I be a terrible person if I fucked you down here while my daughter is upstairs with Mia and Tyler?”
I’m already reaching for his belt buckle. “Not if we’re really quick,” I breathe against his lips.
In less than a second, I have his hot and heavy cock in my hand, and he’s pulling my dress up over my hips. Then, as if I weigh less than a feather, he lifts me and pushes me up against the wall. He slides my panties to the side, lines himself up on my already-drenched pussy, and effortlessly slips inside. I moan at the feel of him inside me, pushing my hands inside his jacket and gripping his shoulders tight between my fingers. He begins to move inside me, his hips thrusting fast, grunting as he pushes himself to the brink in record time. His barbell hits my G-spot with expert precision, and soon enough, my pussy is clamping around his cock as the flame of my orgasm flickers to life, seconds away from making me detonate.
“Chase, yes. Come with me, baby. Come with me,” I moan almost as a chant as he continues fucking me like a goddamn machine, his balls slapping sensually against my pussy with every thrust.
“Kaelyn, fuck, I’m coming,” he grits out before slamming his mouth back onto mine just as I fall into a million pieces around him, his kisses swallowing up my moans as we both explode together.
Once we come down, we’re breathless as we pull apart, goofily smiling like we’ve both had a hit of the green stuff.
“Jesus,” he moans, his grip against my ass searing into my skin. I breathlessly giggle while my fingers sift through the thick tendrils of his hair.
We wait a few more seconds, just smiling and gazing into each other’s eyes like lovesick puppies, before he finally pulls out and lets me stand, albeit a little wobbly in my heels.
“We’d better head back to the roof before they send for a search party,” I tell him, adjusting my panties before pulling my dress back down, letting it pool to my feet.
He tucks himself back into his trousers and buckles his belt. I brush my fingers through my wavy hair before smoothing my hands down my dress, trying to make it look like I haven’t just been thoroughly fucked.
“How do I look?” I ask as he smooths his own hands down along his fitted suit.
He slowly takes me in from head to toe before returning back to my eyes. “You look amazing, so amazing that, if I don’t get you back onto that roof in the next minute, I’m afraid I might fuck you again.”
I laugh, clasping my hand with his. “Okay, let’s head back up.”
He leads me up the stairs toward the roof, and feeling his hand encasing mine makes the world around me feel right again. Perfect.
Once we reach the roof, I pull Chase to a stop. “Wait,” I tell him, eyeing up his messy hair, thanks to my exploring fingers earlier. He turns to me, and I snigger. “Your hair looks all bed-fucked. Let me fix it.”
He chuckles. “Well, we did just fuck, so…”
I let go of his hand and take a step forward. I go to work, taming his hair as much as I can. “There,” I tell him when we look as presentable as we did earlier.
Taking my hand in his, Chase leads us in the direction of his daughter.
I smile when I see Sophia asleep in Jo’s arms, and I pull Chase to another stop, knowing he isn’t going to get his daughter back anytime soon, especially since Jo is completely baby crazy right now, what with all the mommy hormones pumping through her veins.
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��It seems Sophia’s preoccupied, sleeping in Jo’s arms. Maybe you can take another five minutes away from her and dance with me,” I say, glancing to the dance floor where Tyler and Mia and a few other couples are dancing in one another’s arms.
“Dance with you, huh?”
“Yes, it’d be nice to dance with my man. And you did say you would do anything to win me back, and right now, I want to dance,” I demand, fluttering my eyes at him.
He beams at me, taking hold of my hand. “I did say I would do anything to win you back, and if you want to dance, we shall dance.”
He pulls me over to the dance floor and envelops me in his arms. My heart melts when the sounds of “If I Ain’t Got You” by Alicia Keys begin to play.
I love this song.
I let out a relaxed sigh as we begin to sway side to side, dancing to the song, feeling the heat of him in my arms, his heart beating against my chest. I don’t think I’ve felt as content as I do right now, in this moment, dancing with the love of my life.
After a while, he tilts my chin to look at him, his gaze holding me in place. I expect him to say something, but he just stares into my eyes.
“What?” I ask after a few more seconds of silence.
“Are you really mine? I’m almost afraid to blink, just in case this isn’t real.”
I stop dancing and rise on my tiptoes, so we’re level, and slowly, I press my hands against either side of his cheeks.
“My sweet Chase, yes, this is real. So, so real,” I whisper slowly. Then, I lean an inch forward and press a luscious kiss to his lips. When I pull away, I say, “You’ve finally given me your heart. Every single piece of it. And, now that I have it, I’m not ever going to let it go. I’ve been waiting for you my whole life, and now that I’ve found you, now that I have you, you are mine forever. Just as I am yours. So, you can stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’m not going anywhere.”
“God, I love you,” he declares before pressing a kiss to my lips.
It’s just a simple peck, but the feeling behind that one kiss is everything. He’s everything. When we pull apart, I smile, my heart just about ready to burst with how happy I am. I’m finally getting my happily ever after with the man of my dreams, and it’s everything I always hoped it would be. The racing heart and the butterflies in my stomach can attest to that.
“I love you, too, baby. I can’t wait to live my forever with you, our forever.”
He brushes his nose against mine, his brilliant eyes shining down on me, and I know I’m going to remember this moment for the rest of my life.
“Till forever, baby,” he states before pressing his lips back to mine.
I lose myself in him, letting my heart take the plunge until it feels like I’m free-falling into the promise of forever while my soul mate falls right along with me.
Three Years Later
Chase
The sweet sound of giggling from my baby boy is honestly one of my favorite sounds. I blow another raspberry on his bare stomach, and he lets out a high-pitched laugh, his face lighting up with such happiness. This is why it takes me so long to change his diaper. I get carried away by goofing around with him, and a simple task that should take me a few minutes takes me twenty. I can’t help it. I just love the kid so frigging much and easily get distracted by him.
Noah—or baby Chase as Kaelyn loves to call him because he’s the spitting image of me—is eight months old and is the happiest baby in the world. He barely ever cries, only when he’s hungry, and he sleeps throughout the night, which is a godsend because, when Sophia was a baby, I was lucky if I got four hours a night. With Noah, I’m getting at least seven to eight hours. Like I said, godsend.
“Okay, enough goofing around, little man,” I tell him, and his expressive blue eyes look up at me, taking in my every word. “We have to head out soon. I have a surprise for Mama.”
At the mention of his mama, he lets out a loud screech and kicks his legs with excitement.
The surprise I have for Kaelyn is something she’s been working toward since she decided to bring ballet back into her life. She recently finished obtaining certifications for teaching ballet to children as well as taking ballet classes just to give her an excuse to dance. She teaches a few classes, but what I have up my sleeve will give her the opportunity to teach ballet full-time.
Since Noah’s last diaper was an explosion gone wrong and I had to put his clothes straight in the laundry, I change him into baby joggers, and a cute T-shirt with a dinosaur on it. I forgo putting socks on him because, within a minute of him wearing them, they go missing, and we can never find them again. It’s like they disappear into thin air. I can’t even blame the dog for being a sock thief because we don’t have a dog.
Once he’s clothed, minus the socks, I pick him up and head downstairs. When I reach the kitchen, my heart just about melts at my wife—yes, I totally put a ring on it—and my three-year-old daughter doing yoga in the living room. Kaelyn is standing barefoot on a yoga mat, her body in a tree pose, inhaling deeply, and Sophia is standing beside her, her hands in a prayer position, looking up at her, trying to copy her mama. They’re both in matching yoga outfits, though Sophia has added a pair of ballet shoes to the ensemble. The ballet shoes she never has off her feet because, just like Kaelyn, she lives and breathes ballet.
It’s so adorable.
Sophia idolizes Kaelyn, and everything Kaelyn does, Sophia tries to copy down to a T. If Kaelyn has her hair in a messy bun, Sophia has to have her hair in the same style. When Kaelyn applies her makeup in the morning, Sophia has to have makeup on, too. When Kaelyn has a glass of wine with dinner, Sophia has to have her juice in a plastic wine glass. It’s so damn cute. They might not be blood-related, but they are two peas in a pod, so alike in personality that it’s quite scary. Sophia is every bit like her biological mom though—bright blue eyes, curly blonde hair, and the sweetest scattering of freckles on her nose.
When Sophia was first born, I was so worried that she’d grow up without a mom, but two years ago, shortly after Kaelyn and I married on a beach in the Bahamas, we adopted her. She was still every bit our daughter without the adoption, but the adoption made it legal, made her one hundred percent a Henderson. Now, I no longer have to worry because she has the best mom in the world, and being able to give her the life she deserves makes me so thankful I fought to make her ours. The adoption process wasn’t easy. I could have lied and said I was the biological father when she was first born. No one would have questioned I was the father of my late wife’s baby, but I’m not deceitful like that. I didn’t want to bring Sophia up in a world full of lies. So, I told the truth, hired the best adoption lawyer, and fought like hell. I might have also used my status as a retired NHL player and the CEO of a children’s charity to my advantage, but just because I’m not a liar doesn’t mean I won’t play dirty to get what I want.
I glance down at Sophia and Kaelyn’s matching yoga outfits, and where Sophia looks adorable, Kaelyn looks hot as hell, especially with her bare, rounded stomach filled with our unborn children. My pregnant wife is an incredible sight to see.
It took Kaelyn and me nearly two years to conceive Noah, and then only four months after he was born, Kaelyn got pregnant again. It was a shock, but it was always our plan to have another baby. We just didn’t anticipate it being four months after the birth of Noah or that we’d be pregnant with twins.
Yes, you heard me right. Twins. As in two babies at the same time. And, yesterday, we found out we were having two boys.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise because twins do run in Kaelyn’s family, but with a three-year-old and a four-month-old, it was a little overwhelming to hear. Now though, I’m just happy that my little family will be a family of five. Having a family of my own is all I have ever dreamed of, and now, I’m finally living that dream.
As I walk closer to them, Sophia turns around and grins ear to ear. “Daddy, look. I’m yogaring with Mama,” she tells me, her hands still held in a
prayer position.
“Yeah, I can see that, baby,” I reply with a smile on my face.
Noah tries to wiggle free from my arms, so I set him down on the floor. He doesn’t waste a moment to get on his knees and crawl toward Sophia.
Kaelyn finishes her pose and reaches for her water, taking a few sips, while Sophia grabs her juice, copying Kaelyn.
So damn cute.
“Good yoga session?” I ask as I approach Kaelyn, slowly caressing down her bare stomach, touching our babies.
She smiles at me, and it’s the same smile she graced me with all those year ago when we first met, a smile filled with pure love.
“Yeah, it was good. I feel refreshed.”
“Me, too, Mama. So ’freshed.”
We both chuckle at the cuteness that is Sophia. Setting her juice on the coffee table, she reaches her arms up to me, and I lift her up into my arms. I glance down at her little yoga outfit, shaking my head with amusement.
“Where did you finding matching mother-daughter yoga outfits from?” I ask Kaelyn.
“This boutique website I came across. Cute, huh?”
“Too cute, and it shows just enough belly to do this…” I grin and attack Sophia’s stomach with hand tickles.
She roars into a fit of giggles, her arms and legs waving around with hysteria. She moves that much that she ends up upside down in my arms, and then I play the pretend-to-drop-her game where she screeches with more giggles.
“Daddy, no! Don’t drop me,” she says with a mouthful of laughter.
Kaelyn hates when I play rough with Sophia, and she throws a glare my way, smacking my arm.
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