rocked.
"Rory, Rory, Rory," she chanted his name in a scream as her hips bucked and her body shook.
She could feel Rory tense as he pulled her ass hard against his groin. He let out something between a growl and a moan as he buried himself deep inside of her, releasing himself into her depths.
They were both breathless, both unable to move. Rory collapsed and rolled, pulling her on top of him as his body vibrated and he struggled hard to get his breathing under control.
She could hear his heart racing as she rested her head on his chest, her body quivering.
"It's done." Rory's chest was still rising and falling fast, but his voice was back to normal. She looked into his dark eyes, no longer laced with red.
"Are you all right, Callie?"
"I'm more than all right. I'm yours." She gave him a tremulous smile. "That was...intense. How do you feel?"
He gave her a broad smile. "Content. Incredibly happy...and like I could sleep for a week."
They were both spent. Rory pulled a light sheet over them and she slid to his side, curling into his body.
She tried to keep her eyes open, but her eyelids drifted shut. She could feel the tug of sleep beckoning her.
"That was incredible. I think I owe you a gourmet dinner with pie," Callie mumbled softly as she floated into the darkness.
His light laughter was the last thing she heard before letting the darkness take her under.
Rory followed shortly after.
Epilogue
Another day, Another Wedding. But this time it was different for Callie. She was having the fairy tale wedding and she was the beautiful bride. She had chosen a waist-hugging, sweeping white silk gown with pale blue accents. There was some similarities to Bri's wedding though. The bride was radiant, and her groom was impossibly handsome.
Callie smiled broadly at her groom, still in awe of the fact that Rory was hers. It had all started with a wedding...Brianna's wedding. She felt like she had gone full circle.
Every day was an adventure with Rory. He was the most thoughtful man she had ever known. There was rarely a day that he didn't do something so amazing sweet that it brought tears of joy to her eyes.
She had gone back to work part time, although she really didn't need to. When Rory had said he was loaded...he wasn't joking. But she enjoyed it and it filled the evenings when Rory was doing his work with The Coalition.
She looked around the bride and groom's table where she sat beside Rory. Liam, Nathan, Ethan and Bri. Kristin and Adare were also there. They had all been part of the wedding party. Now they were like the family she had never had.
She eyed Liam and Nathan, wishing they would find their mates. She had come to care about all of Rory's brothers and wanted their happiness.
Hmmm...maybe Nathan. He was oldest. She loved Nathan like a brother but he would be a hard man to crack. He was an elder. He would be volatile. It would take a special woman.
It would take a saint, love. She heard Rory's wry comment in her mind.
Rory. Would she ever get used to the fact that they could communicate without speaking?
He doesn't need a saint. He needs a woman that will stand up to him. Shake him up a bit. She answered with certainty. Nathan Hale needed a strong woman.
"He wouldn't like it," Rory mused aloud.
"But it would be good for him He'd secretly love it." She insisted.
Rory looked at her doubtfully and she smiled. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see what's fated for him."
"He's certain he won't mate." Rory warned her.
"I think he will. Just call it women's intuition, but I do think Nathan will have a mate." She told him with confidence.
"That would be something I wouldn't want to miss," Rory answered with laughter in his voice.
"Sometimes...it
"Rory, Rory, Rory," she chanted his name in a scream as her hips bucked and her body shook.
She could feel Rory tense as he pulled her ass hard against his groin. He let out something between a growl and a moan as he buried himself deep inside of her, releasing himself into her depths.
They were both breathless, both unable to move. Rory collapsed and rolled, pulling her on top of him as his body vibrated and he struggled hard to get his breathing under control.
She could hear his heart racing as she rested her head on his chest, her body quivering.
"It's done." Rory's chest was still rising and falling fast, but his voice was back to normal. She looked into his dark eyes, no longer laced with red.
"Are you all right, Callie?"
"I'm more than all right. I'm yours." She gave him a tremulous smile. "That was...intense. How do you feel?"
He gave her a broad smile. "Content. Incredibly happy...and like I could sleep for a week."
They were both spent. Rory pulled a light sheet over them and she slid to his side, curling into his body.
She tried to keep her eyes open, but her eyelids drifted shut. She could feel the tug of sleep beckoning her.
"That was incredible. I think I owe you a gourmet dinner with pie," Callie mumbled softly as she floated into the darkness.
His light laughter was the last thing she heard before letting the darkness take her under.
Rory followed shortly after.
Epilogue
Another day, Another Wedding. But this time it was different for Callie. She was having the fairy tale wedding and she was the beautiful bride. She had chosen a waist-hugging, sweeping white silk gown with pale blue accents. There was some similarities to Bri's wedding though. The bride was radiant, and her groom was impossibly handsome.
Callie smiled broadly at her groom, still in awe of the fact that Rory was hers. It had all started with a wedding...Brianna's wedding. She felt like she had gone full circle.
Every day was an adventure with Rory. He was the most thoughtful man she had ever known. There was rarely a day that he didn't do something so amazing sweet that it brought tears of joy to her eyes.
She had gone back to work part time, although she really didn't need to. When Rory had said he was loaded...he wasn't joking. But she enjoyed it and it filled the evenings when Rory was doing his work with The Coalition.
She looked around the bride and groom's table where she sat beside Rory. Liam, Nathan, Ethan and Bri. Kristin and Adare were also there. They had all been part of the wedding party. Now they were like the family she had never had.
She eyed Liam and Nathan, wishing they would find their mates. She had come to care about all of Rory's brothers and wanted their happiness.
Hmmm...maybe Nathan. He was oldest. She loved Nathan like a brother but he would be a hard man to crack. He was an elder. He would be volatile. It would take a special woman.
It would take a saint, love. She heard Rory's wry comment in her mind.
Rory. Would she ever get used to the fact that they could communicate without speaking?
He doesn't need a saint. He needs a woman that will stand up to him. Shake him up a bit. She answered with certainty. Nathan Hale needed a strong woman.
"He wouldn't like it," Rory mused aloud.
"But it would be good for him He'd secretly love it." She insisted.
Rory looked at her doubtfully and she smiled. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see what's fated for him."
"He's certain he won't mate." Rory warned her.
"I think he will. Just call it women's intuition, but I do think Nathan will have a mate." She told him with confidence.
"That would be something I wouldn't want to miss," Rory answered with laughter in his voice.
"Sometimes...it
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