by Carian Cole
Grabbing her throat, I pull her up to me and kiss her deep, delving my tongue into her mouth until I own her every breath. She pants against my mouth with her small hands splayed across my hips.
I pull out almost completely, and she gasps in frustration. Resting the tip of my cock against her entry, I cup her face in my hands and kiss her lips softly, then pull away, hovering just millimeters from her mouth. Slowly, I push into her just a fraction. Her wet lips envelope me, deliciously tight and hot.
“Give it to me,” she begs.
“Look at me,” I whisper. She opens her eyes and stares into mine, and I watch her eyelids flutter half-closed when I feed my cock into her inch by inch. She looks so fucking beautiful and sensual, it takes all my self-control not to cum instantly. She lets out a satisfied moan when my cock is finally completely buried in her, and I rock myself against her, slowly stoking the building passion.
Reaching up, she winds her arms around my neck and clasps her hands together. “I love you,” she murmurs breathlessly.
“I love you, Sparkles.”
When I feel her tighten and tremble around me, I capture her lips and kiss her through it, spilling myself into her for the first time, so fuckin’ glad we don’t have to stop or pull away or have latex between us anymore.
Moments later, she rests against my chest and I stroke my hands up and down her spine as we catch our breath.
“I missed you today,” she says softly.
“I see that.” I tip her chin up and touch my lips to hers. “I missed you, too.”
Silently, I pick her up and carry her upstairs for round two in a nice, hot shower.
Later, we’re lying in bed watching a movie in matching white tees and gray sweats, looking at the digital floor plans of our new house. A vanilla-cookie-scented candle burns from the top of the dresser. Gus and Cassie are sleeping at the foot of our bed.
I’ve never felt so domestic.
I’ve never been so happy.
“I’ve been thinking…” she says softly, closing the space between us to cuddle up into my side.
I put my arm around her. “Okay…”
“I don’t want a wedding.”
Worry whips through me. Did she change her mind about me, after all?
I clear my throat and brace myself. “You don’t?”
“No. I loved our wedding day. I don’t want another one.”
I’m surprised. And relieved as hell. I thought all women wanted a wedding with the white dress with the veil and the long train with lots of guests and food and music.
“Babe, are you sure?” I ask. “I thought you wanted a real wedding?”
“Actually, I never wanted one until the day I was standing in front of you in the backyard. That became my dream wedding.” She cranes her head up to look at me. “That was our real wedding. It’s the only memory I want of marrying you.”
She melts me.
“Ya know what? I feel the same way. That’s my favorite day.”
I put my iPad on the nightstand and turn back to her.
“I’ve been thinking about something, too.”
Her eyebrow arches up inquisitively.
“I was thinking… if you want a baby someday, I’d be happy with that. If you don’t, I’m okay with that, too. But if you want a baby, I promise you, I’ll be a really good father. And I’ll be there with you in the delivery room, all that stuff. I’ll be there a thousand percent.”
She swallows hard and blinks up at me. “Lucky, I—”
“And if you decide you never want a baby, I’ll get a vasectomy. I don’t want you to have to take birth control for half your life. But I’m leaving the choice up to you.”
Leaning up, she touches her fingertip to my lips. “Shh… don’t say anymore. We’ll decide together someday. Right now, I just want us to focus on us.” She smiles gently. “But thank you for letting me know that it’s something we can do.”
“I just want you to have a happy life. With no regrets.”
She rolls over on top of me and smiles dreamily.
“You’re a really good husband, Jude,” she says.
I flash her my infamous smirk. “You’re a fuckin’ kick-ass wife.”
Bringing her lips to mine, we kiss softly, and entwine our fingers. Our wedding bands clink together, and it’s my favorite sound in the world.
Epilogue
Skylar
Two Years Later
Sipping a cup of tea, I sit cross-legged on the Sherpa chair in the corner of our master bedroom and watch snow flurries begin to fall from the sky. Gus jumps up to sit on the back of the chair and joins me in watching.
“There you are,” Jude says, coming into the room. He pulls off his sweatshirt and throws it into the hamper.
“Were you looking to give me a strip show?” I ask with a smile as my eyes rove over his muscular arms and chest appreciatively
Grinning back, he pushes his long hair out of his face and leans down to kiss me. “You wish,” he teases. “I’m putting something clean on because I’m taking you somewhere for a special surprise.”
Intrigued, I watch him disappear into the walk-in closet and reappear a few seconds later wearing a black, long-sleeved shirt that hugs his wide shoulders.
My heart thumps faster just looking at him. Jude is one of those men who gets better-looking with age, and I consider myself extremely lucky.
“Where are we going?” I ask. “Can you give me a hint?”
He takes my hand and pulls me up to my feet, wrapping his arm around my waist and drawing me in close. I go up on my toes and press my lips to his.
“You’ll see when we get there,” he says.
“Why do I have to wear a blindfold?” I ask after being in the car for ten minutes. “Do you not want me to see the speedometer so I can’t see how fast you’re driving my car?” I tease.
“I don’t want you to see where we’re going. It’ll ruin the surprise.” He reaches across the Corvette console and holds my hand. “Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon.”
“Is it still snowing?” I ask, worried about my car, which doesn’t drive well in rain or snow.
“No, it was just flurries.”
“Will we back in time to have dinner with Aunt Suzy and Uncle Al?”
“Yup.”
I have no idea where he’s taking me, but I’m excited and bursting with questions. The last time my husband surprised me, it was with a beautiful engagement ring and a Corvette. I have no idea how he can top that.
With a puppy, maybe.
Or a lovebird.
“Is it a puppy?” I ask excitedly.
I hear him scoff. “It’s not a puppy.”
“Is it a lovebird?”
“It’s not a lovebird. I told you if you want a bird, go hang out with Aunt Suzy. I don’t want a bird squawking and shitting sideways on the walls. Besides, Gus will eat it. Then you’ll cry, and I’ll feel horrible, then I’ll buy you another bird, and the circle will continue. I’ll go broke buying birds.”
“Gus wouldn’t do that,” I protest. “She’s a very gentle creature.”
“I’d rather not take any chances.”
“Are Megan and Erik involved in this surprise?” I ask, remembering how Megan helped Jude orchestrate his proposal.
“No.”
I feel the car pause and then turn.
“Are we there yet?”
“Almost.”
I raise his hand to my lips for a quick kiss and catch the faint scent of the Ernest Hemingway cologne I bought him for his last birthday. It instantly brings my mind back to making love with him in the tub last night, how the sexy aroma clung to his damp body. How his lips tasted like cinnamon-flavored toothpaste—his favorite. How he woke me in the middle of the night with kisses just to tell me he loves me, then we snuggled each other back to sleep.
I’m the luckiest woman in the world.
The car slows down, turns, then stops.
“We’re here,” he announces
.
“Yay!”
I wait for him to come around and help me out of the car, then he puts his arm around me and walks us across what feels like gravel.
“I hope you’re not taking me into the woods.”
“No woods, I promise.”
“Are we at the park?” I question.
“You’re an annoying surprise recipient,” he teases.
“I’m just excited to see what it is.”
He stops walking and moves to stand behind me. His hands brush across my cheeks. “I’m gonna take the blindfold off now,” he says, then whispers close to my ear, “but I think I’ll save it for the bedroom tonight.”
“Promises, promises,” I sing.
The blindfold is whisked away and suddenly I’m staring at a big gray and black—
My heart leaps wildly and I grab his arm.
“An RV?!” I squeal, looking back and forth from the huge vehicle to him. We’re in the middle of what appears to be an RV parking area. “Are you serious?”
“I figured since we never got to take a honeymoon, and you never got your dream of taking off in an RV, it’d be cool if we hopped in this and drove off for a month? Just me and you. And the pets can come, too.”
I stare at him with my mouth open, a hundred happy and nervous thoughts running through my mind. “C-can we leave the bar for a month?”
“Don’t worry about that. Uncle Al’s going to take care of it. Remember we promised we wouldn’t let the business run our lives?”
I nod. We vowed to always make time for each other. “You’re right.” The bar has been successful beyond anything we could have imagined, but it’s hard to disengage from working seven days a week.
My eyes are drawn back to the sleek beauty of the motor home.
“It’s so pretty!” I throw my arms around him and he picks me up and spins me around. “I love it! Where will we go?”
He puts me gently back on my feet. “Anywhere you want. Or we can just drive aimlessly until we find places with the brightest stars in the sky.”
That sounds like the best honeymoon ever.
“When do you think we can go? Soon?”
He winks at me. “How about two weeks from today?”
I go up on my tiptoes and wind my arms around his neck. “You’re amazing,” I say, staring up into his gray eyes. “I love you so much. What did I do to deserve you?”
He bows down and kisses me softly, reaching around to cup my ass in his hands and pull me close. “You vowed to love me, Sparkles. For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. Forever. That’s what you did.”
Carian Cole has a passion for the bad boys, those covered in tattoos, sexy smirks, ripped jeans, fast cars, motorcycles and of course, the sweet girls who try to tame them and win their hearts.
Born and raised a Jersey girl, Carian now resides in beautiful New Hampshire with her husband and their multitude of furry pets. She spends most of her time writing, reading, and vacuuming. Carian loves to hear from readers and interacts daily on her social media accounts.
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