Epilogue

Three months later

Jaxon laid the room key on the dresser and watched Hayden walk around the room of their honeymoon suite. He hadn’t spared any expense renting the room on the top floor of the exclusive hotel.

He wanted to give Hayden the world.

Running his fingertips over the silk cover on the king-sized bed, Hayden walked past him on his way to the balcony doors. The look the man shot over his shoulder had Jaxon’s dick pressing against his jeans and when Hayden opened and slipped through the patio doors, Jaxon followed.

Turning around, Hayden put his back to the railing and watched him.

The gold wedding band winked on the man’s finger and pride swelled Jaxon’s chest.

“And what do you think we’re going to do here, Mr. West?” One of Hayden’s blond brows lifted and he gave his husband a soft smile.

They’d waited a few months after Logan’s meeting to get married, and everyone had attended the small wedding. Ryder had stood by his side and Harrison by Hayden’s when they’d exchanged vows that would tie them together forever. A few of the marshals had attended and of course, Wyatt had come.

Logan’s twin brother Liam flew in with his husband, Spencer, and several of the former Special Forces unit known as Infinity drove up to the venue on the Californian coast. When the former SecDef showed up, Stone had hauled ass out of there after some brief words with Dave, but all in all, everything had gone smoothly.

And that smoothness was because it was him and his past with Erebus. Only two of the assassins stalked through their wedding, but neither one stayed long. The others sent him text messages from burner phones or emails from anonymous accounts with congratulations. Jaxon got it, he’d lived in that shadowed world for years. The only assassin who stayed the whole wedding was Ice.

Wyatt was still on the fence about what job to take and was currently straddling two worlds by working part-time for Cobalt Security and taking Erebus jobs on the side. It made Hayden happy and honestly, that was all Jaxon cared about.

Now, Jaxon lifted a hand to wave at the Jamaica beach and ocean beyond the balcony.

“Sand, sun, swimming, dinner, us.”

“Sounds like a commercial,” Hayden teased.

“Hmmm.” He smiled and advanced.

“I don’t have anything to wear. Our luggage was delayed.” Hayden retreated, staying just out of arm’s length.

“I grabbed this at the shop downstairs.” Jaxon snagged something from one of the bags just inside the patio doors and then returned to him.

“Is that where you’d gone?” Hayden eyed the minuscule men’s swimsuit in buttercup yellow hanging from one of Jaxon’s fingers.

“Yes.” Jaxon caught him. “And I took a moment to order us suits to be delivered.”

“Oh? I thought you’d gone for a walkabout.” His words cut off when Jaxon placed his fingers over his lips.

“You are something.” Jaxon shook his head and brushed his thumb at his bottom lip.

“I tried to be normal once.” Hayden pouted, his heart racing. “It was the worst day of my life.”

Jaxon’s chuckle filled the room.

“Did you remember shoes?” Hayden inquired, catching Jaxon off guard.

“What?”

“Prada?” Hayden’s pretty lips twisted as he tried not to smile.

“Jimmy Choo.”

“Oh.” Those lips made a perfect O and Jaxon eased closer.

“You didn’t need to spend the money, I can rock sweatpants, you know.” Hayden’s chin tipped up.

“That, I know,” Jaxon rasped through a tight throat, his palms sweaty.

“Have you been checking out my ass, Mr. West?”

“Indeed, I have, Mr. West.”

Hayden wasn’t done with the comebacks. Jaxon could see it in the man’s challenging gaze.

“I don’t need a suit to turn heads.”

“No, you don’t.”

Of that, they were in agreement. Jaxon would take Hayden wearing a paper sack, but preferably naked was the way he wanted the man.

Yet, he also wanted to wine and dine Hayden even though he sucked at being romantic and shit.

“What has those smoky gray eyes so serious?” Hayden ran a palm up his chest, fingers smoothing out wrinkles in Jaxon’s shirt.

“Come dine with me, husband.”

He held his palm up and Hayden slipped his hand into his.

Glasses clinked in the dimly lit restaurant, music played in the background, and lights on the beach glowed beyond the surrounding windows that held the warm Jamaican night at bay.

“This is nice,” Hayden said, looking across the table at Jaxon and taking a sip of red wine. “Do you remember when we took that road trip up the coast to Oregon?”

“To visit Diesel and Triton?”

Hayden snickered and nodded.

“Yeah, why?”

“You promised me a night on the town back then.”

“Hey, getting food poisoning wasn’t part of my plan,” he griped with a grumble.

“And wiping your brow and cleaning your puke wasn’t mine.”

Jaxon made a face. “Your point?”

“If I get drunk tonight, you’re on puke duty.”

“Ah…um…er…okay?”

Hayden threw his head back and laughed loudly, and the sound turned several heads in their direction.

He didn’t blame the crowd…the suit fit Hayden like a glove and the dark coal color of the fabric complimented the man’s loose blond hair. Hayden’s eyes sparkled like sapphires in the candlelight and Jaxon had spent more time staring into that beautiful face than he’d had tasting the food.

“Puke is not good dinner conversation,” Jaxon mumbled, discreetly pushing a hand beneath the table as his dick hardened.

“Good thing we’ve already eaten then, isn’t it?”

“Smartass.”

“You say that like you don’t already know.”

Jaxon laid down his napkin, stood from his chair, and held a hand out to Hayden. The man’s beautiful eyes widened and then a sneaky smile graced Hayden’s lips before he was lightly taking his hand. With a hand on Hayden’s lower back, Jaxon guided him to the dance floor where several couples were moving slowly to the soft music. Reaching the small hardwood floor, Jaxon pulled Hayden close, wrapped one arm around his slender waist, and brought their held hands to his chest.

The man gave a soft gasp when Jaxon dipped his head to rest his temple against the top of Hayden’s bright hair.

Hayden’s free hand lifted and his fingers curled around the lapel of his jacket.

“I love you, Jaxon West,” his husband whispered.

Yes, was all he could think.

Fuck, yes. Swallowing several times, Jaxon gave a deep sigh and growled.

“I love you more.”

THE END

*Curious about Whip and Axel? They first appeared in Bringing It Home (Code of Honor book 3). US Marshal Mac Mackenzie is from my debut novel, Ricochet. Diesel and Triton mentioned at the end are also in Bringing It Home.