I started getting hard just hearing her say it. Every since she’s been diagnosed, she’d become freaky. Making love was like a natural nerve pill for her. The more she did it, the less stress she seemed to be under. Far be it from me to stop her. I was loving every minute of it.
We continued celebrating, by taking the bottle of wine upstairs with us. The dishes had to wait until morning, because neither one of us were leaving the bedroom.
Savanna became self conscious about her breasts right after the surgery. I think it was the tattoos that made her feel uncomfortable. To be honest, you couldn’t even tell unless you were right up on them. When I licked them, there just wasn’t hardness at the ends. It didn’t matter to me if she never even had the reconstructive surgery. I would have still been turned on by her simple smile. Her ass was always my favorite thing anyway. That woman could bend over and I’d want to hit it. Still, to this day, she had me begging.
I still had one more surprise up my sleeve and I knew she wasn’t expecting it. We were naked, in our bedroom, sprawled across the bed in a heated moment. I pulled my lips away from hers and brushed her cheek with my thumb. “I have to ask you somethin’, darlin’.”
“Anything,” she whispered.
I slid off the bed and reached under the mattress. “I will love you forever, Savanna Mitchell. When I said our vows, I meant every single word.” I grabbed her hands and held them. “I just think that after all we’ve been through, maybe it would be nice to do something for us.”
“You mean, besides the trip?”
“Savanna Mitchell, will you do me the honor of marryin’ me again?” Her mouth dropped when I slid the anniversary band onto her ring finger.
She wrapped her arms around me. “I might have to think about it,” she teased.
“Don’t think too long. The family will be here next weekend to watch us do it.”
She looked down at the ring again and smiled. “I guess I can go through with it again. I mean, you’re pretty much the best man to ever exist on the planet.”
“I’ll take that as a yes, then.”
“Hell, yes!”
“Noah and the girls are going to give you away.”
She looked surprised. “You’ve already told them?”
“Well, I didn’t think you’d say no.” She cuddled up next to me and stared at her new ring. “Just so you know ahead of time, Miranda and Amy are already fightin’ over how you should wear your hair. You’d think this was our first rodeo.”
“You know how they are.”
“Speaking of women, I have enlisted our girls to do the decorating this time. They did such a fantastic job with Joe and Barbie’s wedding, that I just know they will make ours perfect. Well, with paper flowers and glitter, of course.”
“Oh boy, that sounds scary.” She giggled.
“It’s going to be. Have you even tried to clean up glitter? The shit sticks to everything.” I was thinking about banning it from our house.
She laughed at me again. “I appreciate how hard you worked to keep up with everything while I was sick. I mean, it must have been hard doing things you never had to do before.”
“I never realized how hard you worked, until I had to do it all myself. Being a mother is a full time job. It never ends either. When I get home, my job is done, but your job is like being on call twenty four seven. You’re my idol, because there is no way I could do it every day. You’re an amazin’ woman.”
Savanna smiled as she ran her hands down my chest. She continued until she had my length in her grasp. “How about we stop all this talking and you show me just how amazing you think I am?”
I rolled on top of her. “My pleasure.”
Epilogue
“I can’t believe it still fits.”
Miranda stood back and admired me in my original wedding dress. “It’s perfect.”
“Should I wear the cowboy boots, too?”
She nodded. “Of course. Did the girls like their sundresses? Ty’s mom worked all week on them.”
“Yeah, they love them. She got the sizes perfect.” I couldn’t believe she’d made them for me.
“It’s time for your hair and makeup.” Amy came walking in carrying a tool box of products. Miranda smiled and they dug in. They’d already decided that I was wearing my hair down. Miranda was doing my makeup, while Amy did my hair.
In the next room, I could hear the girls getting dressed. My mom was in charge of getting them pretty. They wanted to surprise me, even though I’d already seen their dresses.
I had to admit that this time around, all of this seemed so much fun. Everyone was relaxed and I couldn’t wait to party with the family.
When it was time to walk down the aisle, my girls came running out.
Christian and Addy held hands as they walked right to their daddy. He was standing with his arms down at his sides, but as they approached, he held their hands.
Noah came walking around the barn. He was wearing jeans, a clean white shirt and a pair of boots. He smiled when he saw me all dressed up. “You look real pretty, Mom.”
“You don’t look bad yourself.”
I put my arm in his and we walked down the small aisle. Since it was just our close family, Ty wasted no time being his normal self. I got halfway down the aisle and he started whistling. “Nice ass!”
The barn filled with laughter. “Shut up, party crasher!” I stuck my tongue out at him and noticed the girls were doing it too.
Colt was all smiles when we reached him. It felt so perfect to be standing up there with our three children.
Since we were already legally married, John had agreed to play the minister. He stood in front of us and let Colt take the lead.
He turned around and faced our family. “I’m goin’ to try to make this short.” He faced me again and took both of my hands in his. “The past eleven or so years have been the best years of my life. Lovin’ you is the easiest thing I’ve ever had to do. Every single mornin’, when I get up to start my day, I look over at you sleepin’ and thank God for givin’ you to me.” He paused for a minute. “Several months ago, we had a big scare. Nobody ever wants to hear that they might lose the person they love. Life is precious, but I couldn’t see myself getting’ by without you by my side. Savanna, you are the glue that holds our family together. I just want you to know that no matter how old we get, no matter what we have to go through, no matter how hard we have to fight, I’m going to stand by you for the rest of my life. I love you, darlin’. I always have and I always will.”
“You broke the guy code to have her!” Ty joked. We heard him groan and turned to see Miranda’s elbow in his side. He hunched over in his seat.
Colt laughed and looked back at me. “You were worth the fight,” he whispered.
It made me blush. “You’re the best I’ve ever had,” I whispered back.
“We ain’t here to watch you two tell secrets!” Conner added.
I took Colt’s hands again and looked up at him. “It’s hard for me to put into words just how much you mean to me. It was easier when we were first married to just say what was on my mind. After all we’ve been through, it’s hard to find the words that can even compare to the way I’ve grown to love you even more. You say you watch me when I sleep. Well, when you’re not next to me at night, I can’t sleep. Sometimes hearing you snore comforts me. I feel like I need you to breathe. It’s as if my whole reason for existing solely depends on your love for me. I never could have gotten through the last few months without you. You weren’t just my caretaker. You were everything to me and the kids. There’s something that I want to tell you.” I turned to face our family. “I need to tell you all something, that I’ve never told anyone. It’s kind of embarrassing, but I think if you hear it, you’ll get a kick out of me telling you.”
Colt had no clue what I was going to say. I took a couple deep breaths and looked up at him. “When I was around twelve years old, I wasn’t exactly the prettiest of the girls. My hair was cut
short. I had braces and everyone said I was built like a boy. Ty was the only guy that was nice to me, so I found myself hanging out with him all of the time. It just so happened that during that summer, his older cousin came to stay. Even at twelve, I knew beauty when I saw it. He was the most attractive human being that I’d ever laid eyes on. I swooned over him, along with all the other girls. The problem was that he made fun of me and so did the other girls. They said someone like him would never look at me. They said I’d never even get a boyfriend. I went home that night and cried my eyes out. I told myself that one day I’d be beautiful and someone like that gorgeous teenage boy would love me. I pretended he was my pillow and I made out with him every night.” I started laughing. “Ty solved the boyfriend problem but, I think he only asked me because he felt sorry for me.”
“Not true!” He added.
“Anyway, I never thought, in a million years that the same handsome boy would be the man that I fell madly in love with. I just wanted you to know that I pretended you were my pillow, even before I dated your cousin, even before you knew I was really a girl.”
Colt and everyone else started to laugh. He leaned in and kissed me.
“Oh and just so you know, you kiss way better than my pillow.”
“I’m goin’ to throw up in my boot!” Conner announced. “Kiss her and lets get to drinkin’!”
“Fine!” Colt leaned down and planted a beautifully long kiss on me. We could hear the kids laughing at us.
Our vows weren’t traditional. I don’t even think we said our ‘I do’s’. All that mattered was that we shared our love with our family.
As the night progressed, Colt pulled me to the side. “So, let me get this straight. Technically, I was your first kiss?”
“If you count frenching with a pillow.” I laughed.
Ty cut in, “Can you both stop discrediting me. I’m the whole reason you’re even together. I think I should at least be able to see the new boobs in person, for my part in all of this.”
Colt put his hand on Ty’s shoulder. “I’ve already thanked you. I’ve even apologized to you. Now, as far as you seein’ her new set goes, I think I’m going to keep them all for myself.”
“It was worth a try.” He walked away and smacked Miranda right on the ass. She screamed and turned around to give him a dirty look. Instead, he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they started talking and smiling, like they were in their own little world.
Colt shook his head. “Sometimes, I still can’t believe he was your first.”
“He wasn’t a good boyfriend, but he was my best friend. Does it really bother you, after all these years?” It was weird Colt was bringing it up.
“As long as I’m your last, none of that matters.”
“You’re my everything. How’s that?”
“That’ll do.” Colt spun me around and planted another kiss on me. “I can’t wait to take that dress off of you again.”
“I can’t wait either.”
Christian walked over and pulled on my dress. Colt picked her up, even though she was getting way too big for that. “Mommy, when I get bigger, I want to get married here and wear a pretty dress , just like you.”
I thought about the dream I’d had and couldn’t help but smile. Maybe God had given me just a peek at what I had to look forward to. It gave me hope that I’d be able to live a long, happy life, with the man and family that I adored so much.
End of Book 7
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Hustle Him
(A Bankshot Romance Series)
By: Jennifer Foor
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Chapter 1
Ramsey
“I can’t believe it’s snowing. Doesn’t mother nature know that spring started four days ago?”
“Jules, we can’t control the weather, babe. You know that. Did you have fun tonight? The Gunderson’s seem like good people.” My wife hated that I had taken the position and relocated us four months ago. I’d been a cop for ten years now and after working in the city for the last nine of them, we just wanted a slower kind of life.
I liked being on the force and putting away criminals, but where we lived before just wasn’t a place to raise a little girl.
“Daddy, when will we be home? Can I have a snack before bed?” My daughter, Katie, usually went to bed at eight. We were nearing eleven and she wasn’t exactly her cheerful self.
“About five minutes, sweetheart.” I peeked in the rearview mirror at my daughter. She hugged her teddy bear.
My wife, Jules, reached over and put her hand on my thigh. “They were nice people. I think you found the nicest people in the whole town on purpose, so that I would like this place even more.”
I looked over at her and smiled. “So, you do like it?”
She shrugged and looked out at the snow. “It’s beautiful here. Who wouldn’t want a goodnight’s sleep without fire trucks and police sirens every five minutes? The smells of the farms are a little hard to get used to, but it is nice.”
I put my hand over hers. “I know you miss your parents.”
“It would have been easier if they could have come too,” she admitted.
“As soon as they sell off the property they said they would. The market just isn’t moving that fast right now. Besides, you need to seek out the biggest bible thumpers so your mom can fit right in.” Sure, I was teasing her. My wife’s mother wasn’t that bad, but since her kids had all moved out, she became obsessed with the bible channel. The woman literally watched it the entire time she was awake and in her house.
I never had a problem with being a Christian. It was the way I was raised, but this woman drank her rum and Coke at ten in the morning and snuck cigarettes on the back porch, while gossiping to her church friends about what liars the rest of the congregation was. It was extremely disturbing.
Jules could talk about her mother constantly, but the moment I said anything negative she would go ballistic and it would start a huge argument. She claimed that I worshipped my non-drinking mother, but degraded hers. Since I hated arguing with my wife, it was best that I kept my opinions to myself.
We’d been together since we were sixteen years old. She was with me when I decided to go into the police academy. After being on the force for three years, she got pregnant with Katie. Even though times were tough, she stayed in college and got her teaching degree. Since we’d moved, she no longer had to work and could spend all of her time being a mother instead. Julia had a gift for making beautiful cakes and now that she had the
time, she started making them for other people. The money wasn’t fantastic, but it gave her something to be proud of.
Our new kitchen was the perfect size for her to work in. We’d bought a house that was a hundred years old. The kitchen had been gutted out and was now all done in Amish Mission style cabinetry and granite countertops. I think that Jules was more excited about the kitchen then she was at our wedding.
It wasn’t the big bedroom, or the large soaking tub that sold her on the house. It wasn’t even the wrap around porch with swing, or the large great room with the stone fireplace. No, my wife was madly in love with our kitchen.
“Mom said she talked to the Conner’s the last time they visited. She says that they may make an offer on that rancher down the road.”
“The one with the large detached garage? Your dad will love that.” Her father loved to tinker. He could make anything.
“Yeah. Mom doesn’t seem too thrilled, but I think she just wants to get down here and be close to Katie, so she doesn’t really care what house they move to. You know she’s leaving the only house they ever lived in? It’s going to be emotional for her.” I think it was also hard for Jules to say goodbye to the house she grew up in.
“Daddy, can we build a snowman when we get home?”
“No!” Jules and I said at the same time.
“Sweetheart, it’s way past your bedtime. We can build one in the morning.” I knew she would have us up as soon as the sun was rising.
“Do we have a carrot?” She asked.
I looked at Jules and scrunched up my face. She shook her head and started to laugh. “For the nose, silly.”
“Oh! I don’t know, but even if we don’t, I’m sure we can figure out something else to use. Maybe our snowman could have a pickle nose instead.”
“Eww! No way! It can’t have a pickle nose.”
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