Page 84 of Chief's Addiction

“Shut up, Cal,” Mason shot back with the biggest smile on his face I’d ever seen.

“Congratulations, you two,” she said, more sincerely. “I’m really happy for you.”

“Thanks, Foxy,” I called over Mason’s shoulder as he took the stairs two at a time. At the door, he paused, bending down so I could reach the knob and push it open.

“I think you’re supposed to carry me over the threshold after we’re married,” I teased.

“I’ll carry you then too,” he promised, kicking the door shut behind us with his boot and gently placing me onto the bed.

“Alone at last.” I smiled up at him as I reached for his belt.

He caught my wrists, his thumbs caressing the faded scars. “You sure you’re up for this, baby? Doc said you still need to take it easy.”

Narrowing my eyes, I gripped the sides of his cut and tugged him closer. “Mason Sosa, if you don’t make love to me right now, I’m going to castrate you.”

A slow, wolfish grin spread across his face. “Well, we wouldn’t want that.”

As his mouth descended onto mine and his hands began working the buttons on my shirt, I marveled at how perfectly everything had fallen into place.

Mason was my future, my forever. And with Beckett, we were building the family we’d both always dreamed of having.

“I love you,” I whispered against his lips as we fell back onto the bed together.

“I love you too.”

The End… for now.