“Our family did this for us.” I tug her toward me. “You were stunning in your wedding dress, Mrs. Graves. And so goddamn hot in this biker getup. But I need you naked. Like five fucking hours ago.”

She bites her lip, unzipping her jacket in a sexy sweep. “Your wish is my command.”

“Damn right it is,” I avow with a wink.

In a matter of seconds, we both disrobe. We’ve gotten really good at making quick work of it.

I settle in against the wall, a pillow behind my back, stroking my cock that is already raging for her. “Hop on, baby girl.”

“I thought you were going to fuck me like you hate me,” she sings while taking her ponytail out, so her thick hair cascades around her shoulders.

Cupping an impatient hand to beckon her toward me, I shake my head. “Can’t. Not today. I want to stare at my wife’s face as she falls apart in my arms.”

She lowers to the ground, crawling toward me, tits and hips swaying erotically. “No one can hear us in here,” she taunts.

“Everyone knows you’re mine,” I counter. “Tonight, I want you all to myself. That perfect, weeping cunt swallowing me, the noises that drive me wild, the vision of your doll-like face twisting in ecstasy. Mine.”

She smiles at that, and her eyes become glossy as she climbs on my lap. “Ours,” she retorts. She’s already wet, so as I suck one of her pert nipples into my mouth with a groan of agreement, she lowers easily onto me. “You’re so fucking pretty,” she whispers, voice straining through the stretch.

“You think I’m pretty, Ace?” I rasp—just like I did the first time she said that—but don’t wait for a response. I clutch her hips as she bounces and shift to praising her. “So tight. Pretty doesn’t cut it for you, baby. You’re more. In every way, you’re more.”

We don’t say much after that, just purrs of rapture filling the room. It’s soft and gentle, so unlike my unhinged lessons with ragged breaths and punishing thrusts. But no less passionate or meaningful. Our eyes stay locked through every electric touch, twinge, and throb. There was a time her ever-changing brown beauties felt like an enigma I was desperate to dive into. And while the latter is still true, they’re far more constant now—my paragon of hope and trust and belonging.

Doing exactly as promised, I cradle her cheeks and watch my breathtaking wife fall off the edge of utter rhapsody before I do the same.

When we’re nothing but a tangled mess of sweaty limbs and panting breaths, me still deep inside her, she nuzzles her nose into my neck. “I like the jacket. The ace. You got me too many presents. That orgasm would have been plenty.”

“You should know by now that orgasm was just the opening act. And no such thing as too many presents,” I contend, petting her head. “I’m glad you like the jacket. I never told you why that’s your nickname.”

She lifts her face, eyes wide as she bites her lip. “No. You haven’t.”

I brush her hair off her shoulder, my thumb dusting over her cheek. I’m still so overwhelmed that she’s mine. “I got the tattoo because I needed a reminder that once I found the ace, I’d seize it and never let it go. That night at the Noires’, I knew you were it. You’d always been the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, but you were more that night. Exquisite. Sharp. Smart. Unflappable. No matter what you played, you were the game changer. I couldn’t put it into words then because I wasn’t ready.” A heavy breath escapes me as I recall how untethered I felt. “Mostly because I was afraid that I’d finally found the ace and you’d be impossible to catch because I wasn’t enough.”

Her lips fall open to counter, but I press my fingers to them so I can finish. Because I need her to understand this, and my voice is already shaky.

“But I knew. I knew that you were who I’d always been searching for, that every fucked-up moment of my life would fade in your presence. And after our first night together, there was no letting you go. You’re my favorite part of every breath, my jackpot, the win I waited my whole life for. I love you so damn much, baby girl.”

Those deep brown eyes spill, and her mouth twitches, fighting a frown. “I love you too. More than anything. Thank you for telling me that. It sounds stupid, but I really wanted to know if or how my nickname correlated to your tattoo.”

She wipes her splashing tears off her cheeks and flings herself toward her discarded clothing, grabbing something. “I had enough foresight to hide this in my bra,” she says, sitting back up. “I considered getting a new one, but then I discovered that Wells had given you this, and I didn’t want to replace it. I wanted to add to it.”

She doesn’t hand the item to me, but by the size and flash of silver, I think I know where my Zippo disappeared to. The sentiment of her adding to what I share with my family clearly extends far beyond the lighter though.

“You are more than I ever dreamed of having.” Her voice quivers but she pushes through, chin wobbly. “The best move I’ve ever made. It is such an honor to be yours, to be a part of the family you deserve.”

She passes me the Zippo, the same one Wells gave me for my birthday after we were erased. It was the nicest present anyone had ever gifted me. And now … it’s more.

On one side, it has an ace of spades engraved with script reading, The game changer stole the Ace. And on the other side, it reads, To the one we chose. Love, your wife and your forever family.

“It’s perfect, baby girl. Absolutely perfect.” I choke down the boulder of emotion clogging my throat, clearing it and blowing out a breath. “You did good not using any names too. Smart.” Flipping the Zippo back over, I rub my thumb over the engraving. “My tattoo says, Seize the game changer, which is you, Ace. But this seems purposefully switched around with the game changer stealing the ace. Explain.”

She smiles—evidently grateful for my question—and glides her hands over my cheeks. “I’ve been the pawn in other people’s games my whole life. You promoted me to queen. Gave me my greatest victory. So, you’re the game changer. Not me.” Pressing a gentle kiss to my lips, she pulls back and arches a haughty brow. “But that sums you up, doesn’t it? A damn thief. You did it, Liam. You stole my heart. I am forever yours—your good girl, your family, your Ace.”

THE END

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