Until Her - Ami Van Page 0,97

Rory off of his legs to get out of bed. “But I’m going back to my bed where my fiancé has probably been waiting for me all night. Fucking assholes,” he finishes before stalking off.

When he walks into his bedroom, he sees his beautiful Ari sound asleep. Her smooth and shiny hair splayed like a halo around her head against the white satin pillows.

He climbs onto the bed and nestles himself right on top of her, planting his hips right between her legs. Her eyes flutter open and she greets him with a tempting smile.

“Sorry,” he tells her, kissing her bare shoulder. It’s a pretty insincere apology though because he wants her fully awake.

She smiles at him and hums.

“I need your help, mio dolce.”

“What’s wrong?” she asks, her brows nearly touching.

“I need you to help me erase the memory of Derrick’s boner rubbing against my hip moments ago,” he informs her and then shudders.

She laughs her musical laugh at him and cups his face. She kisses the tip of his nose before brushing it with hers and then kisses his lips softly.

“I think I can help with that,” she whispers before gliding her warm tongue across his lips.

Fuck!

He’s done. Undisputably done.

Until her, he did his best to keep their crime family on top, his brothers together as a family, and being the best parent he can be to Jasmine.

Ariana, his angel, is willing to take on those responsibilities alongside him now. She’s the missing puzzle that completes his bigger picture. Perfectly cut and shaped with all that makes her…her.

With her, he is…complete.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

“Your hands are shaking, brother.”

Derrick drops his hands and walks away, leaving him to finish the job of tying his bow tie.

“Why are you so nervous?” he asks his twin, his eyes darting between Derrick’s pacing and the mirror. If anyone should be nervous on this day, it should be him, not Derrick.

“Should you even have to ask?” Chase retorts from the seat by the window.

“Stella’s going to be walking down that aisle as Matron of Honor for Ariana in less than an hour,” Rory says. “That means, as your best man, she’s going to be hanging on lover boy’s arm again soon.”

“I still don’t remember my own wedding day,” Derrick says. “I feel like…like…I don’t fucking know. And she’s barely just begun speaking to me again.”

“Derrick, your whole relationship has been full of do-overs. You lost your fucking memory and you still found your way back to her. She loves you. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t still be this pissed off. Maybe this is a chance for another do-over for you,” he tells his brother.

“A second wedding,” Derrick responds with hopeful eyes. “I gotta get her to the altar again!”

He finishes tying the bow tie and gives himself a once over in the mirror before spinning on his heels to face his brothers.

Chase whistles his approval as the door swings open and Carter struts in holding Rian in his arms. Carter who has unsuccessfully tried to convince Emilia for a double wedding.

“Woah ho!” Carter says. “Looking mighty dapper there, Adam!”

“Thanks, Carter.”

His grin is probably a mile wide.

“Dad-da!” Rian squeals.

Carter puts the baby boy on his feet and the toddler wobbles over to his father, smothering his chubby face into Derrick’s pants leg before his dad picks him up. The sight touches him. The two Kings have been apart far too long.

“Son,” Derrick says, nuzzling Rian’s chunky cheeks. “You smell mighty fine today.”

“Should’ve smelled him ten minutes ago,” Carter gripes. “I flew from Russia to be handed a baby full of poop!”

They all laugh together like the good ole’ days. It feeds into the joy of the day as fucking sappy as it may sound. Maybe he’s always been a sap like this, maybe not. Either way, Ariana enjoys it and he didn’t mind too much. He knows too well what keeping up appearances can do.

Chase and Rory bring them all their whiskey tumblers. Rian, of course, pouts because his father keeps the glass out of the toddler’s reach.

“Coco Chay, Ri want! Coco Ro, Ri want!” Rian demands. The demand causes them all to burst into laughter again even though the baby boy is continuing to pout.

“Easy, cowboy,” Chase says to the toddler. “Coco Chay will have you taste-testing his collection in no time.”

“Cowboy! Bwooks say cowboys fun! Pew! Pew!” Rian exclaims, sprinkling his dad’s face with spit at the same time.

How is the kid so fucking adorable?

“That’s right, Rian,” Derrick coos at his son. “Cowboys go pew!”

“That