I Do, Babe (Hades Hangmen #5.5)

“My husband,” she said when her eyes reopened and she ran her fingers down my face.

“Mae,” I growled, needing to be inside her. Moving further between her legs, I braced my cock at her hole then pushed forward. I braced her head with my hands, holding my stomach off hers. Mae’s hands wrapped around my neck, and I never once broke eye contact. Those fucking eyes that had me under her goddamn spell. Mae’s eyes, Persephone’s eyes . . . fucking ice-blue wolf eyes.

I gritted my teeth when I filled her, bottomed the fuck out. “River,” Mae whispered, her eyes fucking shining with tears. She’d called me River. Even now, after all this time, when she called me by my real name in her weird accent, I fucking lost it.

“B-Babe,” I hissed as I pulled out then pushed back inside. “F-fuckin’ perfect,” I added, rolling my hips as I took her harder and faster. Mae moaned, her lips parting as she lost her breath. I moved faster still, harder, deeper, then reached for one of her hands behind my neck. I pushed my fingers through hers and laid her hand flat on the bed. I did the same with the other hand and stared at the rings on our fingers. Those fucking rings. Those fucking pieces of damn metal and gold stealing my motherfucking breath.

“My husband,” Mae murmured again and I felt her pussy clamping down on my cock. “Styx . . . I am . . . I am . . .” she moaned, cutting off her words, before her eyes locked with mine and she came. Her pussy gripped my cock, and the sight of her, head tipped back, mouth open, had me slamming inside her one more time as I came too, filling her with my cum, her pussy draining all I had.

I pushed inside her over and over until I slipped to the side, bringing her with me. We were coated in sweat, but I fucking loved how she looked, well-fucked and all fucking mine. I still held her hand, the one with the ring. Nothing was said as we caught our breath, until Mae moved her head closer to mine. “It is strange, is it not, how such a small piece of jewelry can make your heart feel so complete?”

“Yeah,” I said, my voice dry and raw.

“Yet it feels as though it has always been there. Always destined for this simple ring to grace it. I think when God designed me, he already had you in mind. Look.” Mae held up her hands, her fucking small fingers against mine: pale against tanned, clean against tattooed. “A perfect fit.”

“F-fucking k-k-killin’ me, b-bitch,” I said and watched her smile up at me. Christ, I was sure no fucking other bitch on the damn planet was as beautiful as her.

“I was so proud of you today,” she said her eyes shining again.

I shrugged. “W-wanted to say those v-vows.”

“You floored me, and everyone else there.” She guided my hand to her stomach, and I laughed when I felt our son kick. Mae giggled. “I think that Charon is telling you he was proud of his daddy too.” I didn’t know why, but that was the comment that fucking hit me hard.

“D-don’t think I ever made my old m-man p-proud,” I confessed and watched Mae’s expression fall. I ran my hand over her pale stomach, smirking when my kid kicked again. “W-Wanna be a g-good dad, M-Mae. Want ou-our son to be pr-proud of m-me.”

“He will be,” she whispered, and I watched the tears roll down her face. “How could he not? You stood up at the altar today and spoke. I watched you fight back your demons and win. I watched you fight your throat for the words you so badly wanted to say. In front of a crowd—your worst fear—yet you spoke. You took my hands, although they shook, and committed yourself to me . . . and our son, out loud.” She paused. “He will be nothing but proud of you. And I will watch him adore you, want to be just like you. His daddy, who struggles yet rises, victorious, every time.”

I swallowed at her words, and she moved closer to me. Her head was on my pillow. “What?” I asked.

“I wrote vows for you, River.” I nodded, knowing that she had. I’d seen some of them on her notepad. “I wrote them before we decided on the traditional vows.” She glanced away then, coming back to me, said, “I would like to say them to you now.”

I nodded. There was no fucking way I could speak. Mae cleared her throat and held onto my hand. Then she spoke. “River. I did not know what life was until I found you. The boy who came into my life as a child. The boy with no voice who miraculously found words in my presence. The boy who kissed me on my lips, blessing me with the foreign, unreachable concept of hope. The boy I was always destined to love. The boy who held the sweetest music in his heart, who saved me, and showed me what it was to be home.” Mae laughed when her voice cracked with emotion.

But I kept listening. I didn’t want to miss a damn word. “You accepted me, a girl who had known nothing but pain and sorrow in her life. And from the moment I saw you again, years after you comforted me by the fence as a broken, bruised child . . .” She smiled. “And kissed my lips as an eight-year-old girl, I was yours. We fought. We had to fight hard to be together, through too many obstacles to count. But in the end, our love was triumphant. A love that was impossible to forge in such a harsh world, but one that rose from the ashes regardless, to be pure and real and true.” Mae placed her hand on my cheek. “Because you are my Hades, my misunderstood, tortured dark lord. And I am your queen, your Persephone, the blue-eyed woman who saw through your shield and won the trophy of your heart. Forever to keep. Forever mine. And mine, forever yours.”

Mae exhaled when she finished, and I had no fucking words. I never did, but this time it was worse.

“Y-You’re it for m-me, b-babe,” I said and watched Mae’s face melt into fucking pure happiness. “Y-You know that, y-yeah? I ain’t g-got words, b-but I got that p-promise.”

“Thank you,” she whispered like I’d just written her a damn poem or some shit. “Love you, babe,” I said and kissed her fucking lips once more.

“I love you too,” she said then beamed a fucking smile my way. “And you did not stutter, not even once.”

So I took her fucking mouth again.

When Mae pulled back, she said, “Play. Play for me, River.” Her hand went to her stomach. “For us.” Slipping from the bed, I took hold of my Fender and sat beside her. Mae lay against my shoulder and put her arm around my waist.

And I played. I played and sang until I took her again, face to face, staring into those fucking wolf eyes I loved so much.

The ones I was never letting go.

Not even for a fucking second.





Epilogue


Styx



The coast, Texas

One day later . . .



I watched as she ran over the sand toward the beach. The sun was setting and night was closing in. She glanced over her shoulder, smiling; then she looked back toward the sea. I inhaled drag after drag of my smoke and felt the fucking sand beneath my feet. I leaned against the porch post of the cabin we’d got for the week.

No club shit.

No people here but us.