I smiled through happy tears. “I love you, big brother.”

Watching him fight emotion, he nodded, his reply gruff, “Love you more.”

The doors swung open slowly, revealing the dining room now turned into a ceremony room. We hadn’t invited tons of guests, just friends and family from Cunningham Falls and a few from back home in Glasgow.

Every third chair on either side of the aisle was decorated with a white candle in a modern, square lantern. They echoed the simplicity of the rest of the décor. Soft, elegant, and earthy. At the top of the aisle I saw the officiant and Skylar and Catie in different bridesmaid gowns in the same color of cobalt blue to match Gray’s eyes. Their dresses also matched the groom’s and his best man’s bow ties.

Gray’s brother, Noah, stood at his side but my eyes only flickered to him before they moved back to my husband-to-be.

I would never forget the way he looked in his tux, not just because he was sexy as heck, but because of the expression in his eyes as he wore it watching my brother walk me down the aisle toward him.

A few years ago I’d witnessed my brother fall in love with Skylar Finch and, as happy as I was for them both, I’d felt sad for myself because I never believed I’d find a man who looked at me the way Killian looked at Skylar.

But Fate had smiled on me when I decided to go on the last trip I’d ever thought I’d take—a skiing trip!

Wearing a pair of skis, I’d knocked Gray on his arse, literally, and only a few hours later, in his words, I’d done it wearing a pair of sky-high heels, only this time it was figuratively. Emotionally.

Gray didn’t look at me like Killian looked at Skylar. He couldn’t. Their love was theirs, ours was ours. He looked at me in a different way but it made me feel how I hoped Skylar felt when Killian looked at her.

It made me feel like the only woman in the world worth looking at.

It made me feel like I was Gray’s entire world.

It made me feel that way because I was his entire world.

And he was mine.

Killian had barely brought us to the bottom of the aisle when Gray stepped forward to impatiently claim me. My brother rolled his eyes but released me to take his seat, and I laughed softly as Gray pulled me into him.

I had to hold my bouquet out to Skylar without turning to her because Gray wouldn’t let me go. And as we said our vows in front of our friends and family in the room I’d walked into all those months ago, catching Gray’s heart without even saying a word, I knew he never would.

“Gray, where are we going?” I laughed as I practically had to run to keep up with him, the skirt of my wedding dress clutched tightly in my free hand.

He didn’t answer.

“Gray? We have photos to take and guests to keep entertained while they turn the ceremony room back into a dining room!”

Suddenly he stopped, catching me against him as I stumbled in my blue Jimmy Choos. “Gray!”

He flashed me a wicked grin and swiped a room key over the door we’d stopped in front of.

It was my old suite. The suite we’d booked for our wedding night.

“Gray, no!” But it was too late.

I found myself hauled into the room, and the door slammed shut behind us. He clasped me to him and kissed the life out of me as I tried to offer protest. It was a feeble attempt and he knew it as he pushed me up against the wall and fumbled under my skirts.

“We can’t do this. This is for later,” I moaned between kisses. “Guests, Gray.”

“Angel, you want me sporting wood in our wedding photos?”

“Negatory.”

“That’s what I thought,” he mumbled, pressing kisses down my neck as he peeled my knickers down under my dress. “And the only way to solve that problem is to fuck my wife.” He growled after he said that. “My wife. Jesus, that sounds good.”

Apparently very good because our first time together as husband and wife happened right there, against the wall, in the exact same spot we first had sex.

I was really enjoying the symmetry of our wedding.

Flushing as Gray helped me get cleaned and straightened up, I shook my head at him. “Everyone will know where we went and why.”

He shrugged, taking hold of my hand to lead me back out of the suite. “Who cares? Let them know. You know what I know?”

“What?” I asked as he wrapped his arm around me to draw me into his side.

“What we have is fucking beautiful. Not in my life did I ever think I’d love or need or want my wife as much as I love, need, and want you. You’d been unlucky, angel, for a long time, but it never stopped you from taking a gamble on life. You gambled on me when you promised me you’d keep holding on. And you gotta know by now that I’m going to make sure that gamble pays off and pays off good every day for the rest of your life.”

I slid my hand up his chest to caress his cheek. “You should have said that in your vows.”

“No. No one gets that but you.” He kissed me, not having to lower his head since I was wearing my standard five-inch heels. Not surprisingly with how raw our emotions were, the kiss turned hungry.

“Oh for Christ sake.” My brother’s voice interrupted us and we pulled apart to find him standing up ahead with his arms crossed over his chest. He glared at Gray. “Can you keep your hands off my wee sister long enough to let the photographer take usable photos?”