Always Enough (20 page)

Over the past two years, Harper had explained to me in great detail how her father was absent from her life. When she was a child, he’d done drugs in front of her, and made her feel responsible for her parents’ split. He would pick and choose when he’d come around her. Even when he did see her, she was made to feel guilty about being his child, as if she had been a burden, when all she’d wanted was for him to love her unconditionally. She’d never wanted him to raise her, or take care of her physical needs. Harper had wanted her dad to be her emotional support—to be the man in her life.

My feelings on the matter? Too fucking bad for him. He missed out on something special with this girl, but she was mine now, and I planned on showing her just how special she was.

Every.

Single.

Day.

As the reception was wrapping up, I looked over at Finn. Hey was rubbing Emilyn’s very swollen stomach while they slow danced together. Little Allie was our flower girl. I adored the shit out of that kid. She was shy like her mom. They’d found out the new baby was a boy. They don’t have a name picked out for him just yet, but both of them said they’ll know as soon as they see him.

Finn looked over at me and tipped his head up. I’d motioned that I was going to cut out. It was time that I took my bride to the special place I’d planned. Leaning in to whisper in her ear, I asked her if she was ready to go. She kissed me tenderly, and said yes. After saying goodbye to all of our friends and family, and thanking them for coming, I helped Harper get into the car.

“How in the hell did you get in the car without tearing this dress apart?” I asked as I stuffed the last little bit of lace and fluffy shit inside.

She laughed. “It took skill. Oh, and it probably helped that I had like five people there making sure I wouldn’t get wrinkled.”

I shook my head, and smiled as I climbed in.

“So are you ready for your surprise, Mrs. Lewis?”

“I am, Mr. Lewis.”

She gave me that dazzling smile and we took off towards the high school. When we got there, I helped her out of the car and walked her toward where I had a blanket and some wine set up.

“What are we doing at the football field, Kyler?” She was flat out grinning now. She knew why.

“Well, you told me that you used to stalk me, and you’d sit behind the bleachers and watch me play football.”

She slapped me on the arm. “I wasn’t
stalking
. I was simply learning the game.”

“Uh-huh.”

I lead her to the spot, and she giggled.

“Really, Ky, you want me to lay down in my wedding dress on that blanket?”

“No, I want you
out
of that wedding dress and on that blanket … naked.”

I saw her shiver. Stepping in to her, I brought my hand up to her face and caressed her cheek. I traced the outline of her jaw and moved down her neck. The feel of her soft skin always made me want to taste her, so I did just that. Leaning in, I licked a trail from her clavicle to her ear. Harper moaned, tipping her head to the side to give me better access.

“Turn around, Harper. I want this dress off you.”

She complied. Thankfully there was a zipper that I was able to easily slide down from her back to the top of her ass. I ran my fingertips up the smooth skin of her back and then grazed them down her arms, moving the straps as I went. The dress slipped down to the ground and I helped her step out. Harper was standing in front of me in a light pink strapless lace bra, a matching lace thong, and white heels. Yup … white was
definitely
my favorite color on her.

I walked around to the front of her and brought my lips to hers. I licked my tongue over her lower lip and she opened her mouth. When I felt her tongue touch mine, I pulled her closer to me, wanting every inch of her body against me. I unhooked the clasps of her bra and tossed it to the side. Placing one of her perfectly round breasts in my hand, I let my mouth capture her nipple on the other. My tongue and my thumb moved in tandem—swirling and tweaking. Harper grabbed my hair and held me to her, wanting more. When I nipped the tips of her nipples with my teeth, I felt a shiver run down her spine and her legs seemed too weak to hold her up.

I lay her gently on the blanket, and looked down at her. Her hands came up and she began unbuttoning the front of my shirt. When she had it open, she smoothed her soft hands down my chest and kept going until she reached inside Pants and took hold of my cock. If she wasn’t careful, this wouldn’t last long.

Sitting up, I removed my pants and helped her out of her thong. She was completely wet and ready for me, but I wanted to give her more first. Feeling between her wet folds, I slid two fingers inside of her and she bucked against my hand. I pushed in as far as I could go before I withdrew, then put three fingers in her. I knew that doing it this fast and rough so early on in the evening would make her come quick and hard. I had barely pumped my fingers in and out of her when I felt her tighten around me.

“Oh God, oh God … oh God!” she screamed.

She continued to shake from the force of her orgasm as I moved myself above her and glided slowly in and out of her.

“Jesus … you’re so tight. This isn’t going to take much, Harper.”

“Just fuck me, Kyler.”

No problem. I pumped in and out of her with a steady rhythm, picking up when her breathing became rougher and her moaning got louder.

“I’m going to come. Don’t stop … faster,” she begged.

I moved my hips, slamming them against hers, the slapping sound becoming louder with each motion. Harper’s orgasm took over her and she grabbed hold of my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin. She shook uncontrollably, and her muscles tightened around my cock. The wetness that gushed over me caused me to shudder. I could no longer keep up my rhythm as I pounded into her. My own orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I growled and shouted her name as I emptied myself inside of her.

When we finished, I laid there with my head on her shoulder. Her fingers moved up and down my spine and she held me tight while my breathing slowed. When I was able to move my head up, I kissed her lips and slid out of her.

We stayed there for about a short while longer, talking about our wedding, and the parts that had made us laugh. Right before it was time for us to leave, I rolled on to my side and looked down at her.

This beautiful woman was mine to love for the rest of my days. How a lucky shit like me was able to pull something like that off, I’d never know.

“I love you.”

She tilted her head up and kissed the tip of my nose.

“I love you, too.”

“You’ll always be enough for me, Harper.”

“I know, baby, and you will always be enough for me, too.”

This goes to the love of my life, Derrick. You make everything right in the world for me. Without you, I’d be lost. Despite some disgruntled face exchanging between you and I during my last two weeks of writing this book, you still did what you do best, and that’s push me to be more. You are my whole heart baby. And I love you.

Savannah and Hunter, you two are my babies. I love you more than my own life. I am certain though you made me
that
much more bat shit crazy while I was trying to write this book, but that’s okay. You two threw down the challenge and said, “what’s up mom, you think you can write while I’m making this much noise?” I did and I showed you two how much I loved you by not burying you in the backyard in the process. I’m excited to see what sort of madness you will put me through for my next writing project.

My very dear friend and editor, Ryn Hughes, you woman are the epitome of a super woman. While working on my manuscript you not only worked your normal day job, but you took care of your kids and husband, managed your household, MOVED from one house to another, dealt with my whining and constant questions, and did it all while staying pretty. Ha! Somewhere along the way while doing edits for Ever Enough, we became friends. I confide in you, and you have been there for me every step of the way. I love you my friend. And I’m beyond happy that Delphi Rose has been so successful.

Dudelph girls, you know who you are. Oh what the hell, I’ll name you anyway. Ashley, Rebecca, and Ryn, I appreciate the laughs and the constant hounding to get me on board to watch SOA. I can’t wait to see you all in May and we can have a huge Dudelphs party. CHICAGO!!!

Trish Kuper, you are a God send! Your life is full of constant traveling, and working, and yet you did me the biggest favor and proofread my manuscript. I thank you, and Kyler and Harper thank you! I hope people will see what talent you have in those little fingers, because I am quite certain you are magical. Oh and you
will
be teaching me the dance to ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me.’ That will make for a fun night.

Angela McLaurin, you do such amazing work with many many books, and I couldn’t be more pleased. I have the best formatter in the business, and I look forward to working with you and Fictional Formats again for my next project.

My Misery girls, you all are hands down the best group of woman I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Somehow, some way, every single one of us clicked and we have made an everlasting friendship between us all. Kelly Elliott, Trish Kuper, Loren Sayre, Kristin Mayer, Karen Bell, Jennifer Alexander, Jeanne Rhoads, Carmen Candy Cruz, Anna Easter, and Amber Byford you all are my girls. And even though you’re crazy asses wake me up at 5am because you all are already Voxing, I still love you all regardless. Looking forward to our next Misery girls meeting, and hopefully this time, Molly McAdams will be able to come.

Lea Gandy, well lady … it happened. I moved away from you and I’ve been miserable ever since. I won’t stop asking you to move in with me so we won’t ever have to be apart again. I think I’m even missing your sneeze face (if you ask me to repeat that, I’ll deny I ever said it.) I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to write Harper without you around but, I’m hoping I kept true to her and you. I lub you lady. You are my best friend and a piece of me will always be wherever you are.

To my beta readers, you all have been incredible and understanding of my messy writing when I send it your way. I love that you all have always given me your honest feedback, even if it wasn’t positive. Jennifer Thorne, Lea Gandy, Andrenella Dielenger, Alexandra Louk, and Lisa Serpa, I’m happy that I have the best beta readers. You girls rock!

Bobbie Jo Kirby I think I need to single you out girlfriend. You are also a beta reader for me, but a very special one. We have clicked online, and while writing this book and I wasn’t sure the direction I was going with it, you helped me brainstorm and gave up some pretty fabulous ideas. I feel like you have loved Kyler and Harper as much, if not more than I do. I will be forever grateful that you are in my corner.

Bayli Lane...yeah well you’re just awesome and you deserve and mention. Ha! You my friend have been there for me whenever I need to have a bitchfest and there is no putting a price on that kind of friendship. I love you, Bay!

And finally after this massive lovefest, to my readers, for those that have stayed with me since the beginning and loved Finn and Em, and now Ky and Harper, each and every one of you are special to me. My books are near and dear to my heart and I don’t have the words to express my feelings when something that I’ve written touches one of you. Thank you for sticking with me on this wild ride.

New readers, I hope you loved my two babies like I have. My books hold a piece of me in each of them, and I’m glad I could share it with you. Please stick by me for my next project, I promise I’ll make it worth your while.

Stacy Borel lives in southeast Texas with her husband, two kids, and two dogs. She is a military wife, and prior to that was a military brat. She loves picking up and moving somewhere new every two to four years. Stacy is a self-proclaimed Facebook addict. If she isn’t online, she is either writing or being supermom or the awesome wife.

Look for Stacy’s future book:

Touching Scars

(coming in early December)

&

Title TBA

(coming in February 2014)