He smiles when he gets to us. “Congrats, guys. Thanks for lettin’ me be here.”

“Yeah, man,” Maddoc says. “Thanks for giving us your cabin for the night.”

“Of course.” Mac grins. “We’ve got Chloe’s.”

Chloe winks and the two walk off, climbing into Mac’s Jeep.

“I’m going in too, I need to get off my fucking feet, call Zoey before she goes to bed,” Cap announces before he steps forward with a soft smile.

I nod and am about to move forward to hug him, but Maddoc’s grip on me tightens, so I stay planted.

He steps to me, kisses my temple then clamps a hand on his brother’s shoulder before walking to the door, but he only stands there with the handle in his grip, eyes on Victoria.

“What?” she asks.

His eyes narrow, but I’m not sure it’s enough for her to notice. “You planning on coming in, or you waiting for an invite to the party?”

She looks around, confused. “What party?”

Royce chuckles, glancing to Mac who nods to him and turns back to us with a grin. “Sorry, VicVee. This is a party for three. I’m going to play with the wannabe princess and her Mac daddy.” He waggles his brows, slaps Maddoc’s back and rushes off.

We stare as he lifts a wide-eyed Chloe from the passenger seat, slides in then spins her, placing her on his lap in a straddling position.

Her head snaps to Mac, obviously unaware of the third-party member, but when Mac leans over, kissing her as he revs the engine, she settles in.

“Wow,” Victoria deadpans.

“Yeah,” I sigh with a grin. “No shame.”

Maddoc’s silent chuckle shakes against my back and Vee sighs.

“I... guess I better go in before he locks me out,” she mumbles where Cap can’t hear.

“I bolted all the bedroom doors, so you have to either sleep in Cap’s bed or on the couch.”

Cap shakes his head while Victoria’s glare flies to mine.

“I’m kidding.” I laugh. “Last room on the right is for you. You have your own bathroom and everything, so you don’t even have to come out until morning if you don’t want.”

She nods, walking for the door and slipping past Captain, leaving me and Maddoc alone.

He inhales deeply, dropping his cheek to mine. “You’re in so much trouble,” he rasps. “So much trouble, but it’s gonna have to wait, because it’s been too long since I had you. So, baby, turn around and jump on me. Let me take you to bed.”

I spin in his arms, my eyes flying to his, my breath hitching at the desire in his.

We haven’t touched more than we did five seconds ago in weeks, and when the reverend said you may kiss the bride, he turned me around, blocked me from view and barely grazed his breath across my mouth, so technically, we haven’t even sealed our marriage yet.

He’s holding it in, waiting to get me alone so he can take.

The thing about Big Man, about my man, though, is he takes just as much as he gives, and it just so happens I want it all.

I jump, wrapping my legs around him with ease.

His hands come down, sliding under my ass cheeks and he starts walking forward.

Not once does he take his eyes off mine, walking me blindly to the cabin a few spaces over and through the door, but he doesn’t even attempt a bedroom.

He spins so fast, leaving the door hanging wide open and plants my back against the wall.

His hips cage me in, so his hands are free, and both trail slowly up my ribs and chest, until his thumbs meet my lips.

He glares at my mouth, angry lines forming between his brows, and his body moves closer, no space for air left between us. His head lowers and tilts, but when he’s a hair’s space away, his eyes flash to mine.

“You’re mine.”

“Yeah, Big Man. I am.”

“Show me.”

I don’t hesitate.

I drop my lips to his, and he pushes back just as hard, just as punishing.

His hands slide up my thighs, taking my dress with them, until he can slide his fingers under the strap of my thong. He grips my ass tight, grinding me against him.

My hands fist his hair and I tug. Suddenly my back is off the wall and we’re moving.

In the next second, I’m dropped on to the fresh sheets he had put on the bed.

He doesn’t wait, climbing between my legs in the same second.

His tie brushes against my throat, so I yank.

He growls but does as he’s directed and gives his mouth to me.

Blindly, I tug at his clothes as he does mine, and somehow, I’m completely naked while I’ve only managed to kick his shoes off him and remove his jacket.

I shove on his chest, and with a growl he listens, standing before me.

I move to the edge of the bed, standing on the foot of the mattress so he has to look up at me.

His hands wrap around my ass, pinching as he follows my mouth, catching my bottom lip between his teeth.

His eyes are heated, open and barred with mine.

He runs his tongue across my lips as I work open the button of his shirt, my eyes move to his when I uncover the gold chain hanging from his neck, his key dangling from it.

I lift it, reading the inscription on the cooled metal.

Family runs deeper than blood.

“Your Brayshaw item.” My eyes move to his. “You’ve never worn it like this. Why now?”

“I didn’t understand it before, now I do.” His hand comes up to cover mine. “This is my key to this world, to you, to our future.” His grip tightens in promise. “Never again will a door stand in my way when you’re on the other side of it.”

“The key to the kingdom,” I whisper.

“To our kingdom.”

My body warms, and I nod, let go of the necklace and slip my fingers under the collar of his dress shirt. I slowly trail my hands across his skin, forcing the expensive material from his body.

My body. He’s mine.

He holds my eyes hostage as I undo his belt next, and his slacks fall to his knees. He gives a little shake, helping them down and his boxers fall.

He slaps the back of my thighs, so I jump, wrapping my legs around his torso, and slowly, he lets my body slide down, until his dick is settled against my ass cheeks, pushing. Ready.

I pull my hips back and it slides up, right where I want it. My hold on his neck tightens, and I use that to lift, aligning him with my opening and he pushes in.

His eyes shift between mine, not missing a second as he fills me.

He drops to his knees, so my ass is on the edge of the bed, his dick inside me, and he uses his hold on my hips to roll me how he wants it, he’s moving back and forth in slow, full motions.

After a moment though, his hand slides up my back until he’s fisting my hair.

He tugs, tipping my head back and dropping his to my chest.

He kisses my breastbone and picks up speed.

My ankles lock behind his back and he groans, pushing off the floor and sliding me across the mattress so he can settle on top of me better.

He rolls his hips, pulling my nipple between his teeth.

“Mmm,” a deep moan leaves me, and his mouth comes back to mine. Biting, nipping, sucking.

His elbows plant beside my head, and I feel him, twitching, growing impossibly harder, reaching impossibly deeper.

My body starts to shake, so he shifts us so he’s sitting beneath me. He grips my shoulders, pushing me down, and I welcome every last bit of him.