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and I get to watch as he’s consumed by pleasure. His eyes hold mine, everything he feels for me shining bright as every muscle in his body pulls tight. A growl of pleasure rumbles up his throat before his cock twitches violently inside me.

Thoughts of our future hit me, and I wonder if we’ve just changed everything once again. All I do is smile because right here, right now, this is all I’ve ever wanted. And I’ve got it.

Chapter Nine

Spencer

I fall down beside Gabriella and immediately pull her into my arms, crushing our bodies and our lips together.

I’ve waited so long for that, and it certainly did not disappoint. She’s everything and more than I ever could have imagined.

“I love you,” I whisper against her lips.

“I love you too.”

We make out like we’re seventeen again for the longest time and I can easily say that it’s one of the happiest moments of my life.

“What do your parents think about all this?” she asks when we break apart for some air. “They know, right?”

I chuckle, thinking of Mom and her crazy plan.

“Believe it or not, the whole thing was organized by my mom. You’re not the only bride arriving for a Mistletoe in the coming weeks.”

“What?” she asks, her brows drawing together. I get it, I looked the same when Mom laid out her hair-brained plan to us all those weeks ago.

I tell her all about Mom’s plans to save Snow Valley from the Titan Corporation and how she ordered six brides, one for each of us so we can all be married and fulfill the requirements to purchase our beloved town.

“That’s insane. I always knew your mom was a little crazy but… wow,” she says with a wide smile on her face.

I remember all too well how close she and Mom were. Having only had boys, she loved having Gabriella around our house so often.

“I can’t imagine your brothers were fully on board with that plan.”

“Some took more convincing than others,” I say, thinking back to the conversations that ensued after Mom’s shocking announcement.

“And what about you? What were your thoughts?”

I rub at my jaw as I think back. “I wasn’t overly thrilled but then my life hasn’t exactly been totally fulfilling, so I thought why not.”

“Fair enough.”

“What about you, why did you sign up? City life not what you were expecting?”

She lets out a long sigh, a sad expression covering her face. “You know I didn’t want to go. I’m not a city girl. I wanted to be here with the mountains and the peace and quiet. I hated New York before we even left this place.

“Dad had secured us this incredible penthouse apartment. It was insane and totally over the top. I knew he’d had an impressive promotion, but it was just… too much, too fake.

“And I was right. Not two months after we moved, it turned out that his main reason for going was because he had another woman.”

“Shit,” I gasp, not seeing that coming.

“He left, shacked up with her, and basically abandoned us. He made sure we had enough money to do whatever we wanted. He paid for college and for endless spa days and champagne for Mom. But it was all just… ugh. I hated it. He hurt me so badly by walking away like he did.”

“That’s why you tensed up when I called you Gabby? He used to call you that?”

She nods. “I couldn’t keep being that girl. Hearing it just reminded me of you and leaving you behind, and then of the pain of his betrayal. It was all just too much. I had to do something, so I just pretended to be someone else. It didn’t really help. The pain was still there.”

I pull her tighter into my body, needing her to know that all of that is over now.

“Mom was pushing for me to try for jobs at big publishing houses thinking that I could get an internship and join the rest of the city with daily commutes and endless hours in office blocks but—”

“You still want to be a writer?” I guess, remembering her parents telling her that it wasn’t a viable career choice when we were teenagers and that she’d need a ‘real’ job.

“Yep. I was miserable. I’d made no friends, I’d connected with no one. My only person was Mom and I mostly hated what came out of her mouth. I had a job at a diner and I overheard a conversation about someone who’d been a mail-order