Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I chuckle, surprised that I don’t feel nervous at all. I know I’m doing the right thing. I’m claiming my family. “I’m crazy about him too.”
The minister winks. “Then let’s get this show on the road.”
Within minutes, Hale is standing at the front of the chapel with Ollie in his arms. They’re wearing matching blue suits, both of them fidgeting and uncomfortable in the fancy clothing. But they stop the moment I step down the aisle.
Both of them gaze at me like I hung the moon, and my heart flips in my chest. These two are my future. Being here with them makes me so happy.
We exchange vows, and Hale’s voice catches when he promises to love and cherish me. He squeezes my fingers tight and swallows hard.
“You’re my everything.” Then he’s pressing a soft kiss to my lips, totally oblivious to the rest of the ceremony. But I don’t care. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close.
Today has been perfect, and I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with the man that I love.
Hale
It’s been the best day of my life, and it’s all thanks to the beautiful blonde sitting in the driver’s seat. After our ceremony, I carried my new wife to the center of town. Our friends had set up a small outdoor reception.
I wanted more than anything to immediately pull her back to our cabin and spend the rest of the day consummating our marriage. But this was a day to celebrate, and I wanted my girl to celebrate with her family—the people of Courage County.
Now though, it’s early evening and we’re finally back in my truck. The windows are down, letting in the cool autumn breeze. The sun is dipping lower in the sky, painting everything in an orange hue.
My fingers are intertwined with Ivy’s. The moment I took her hand during the ceremony, she gave me the biggest smile. My heart flipped in my chest. I can’t believe she agreed to be mine. I’m the world’s luckiest man.
I glance over at her noting the blush on her cheeks. “What are you thinking about?”
If her thoughts are headed in the same direction as mine, I know exactly why her face is so red.
“Check your suit coat pocket.” She giggles. I love that sound. It’s my favorite one in the world, the one that lets me know my girl is happy.
I do as she said, my fingers instantly going around something silky. I pull out the pair of skimpy underwear and frown at her.
She giggles again. “I’m not wearing panties. I took them off before we got the truck.”
A stream of expletives fall from my lips, and I growl at her to pull the truck over. The moment we’re safely parked on the side of our little mountain, I’m unbuckling her seatbelt and pulling her into my lap. Our movements are frantic as we both work to get my pants down then I’m sliding into her wet heat. We both groan.
“Is this what you needed, Mrs. Evans?”
Her fingers pull at the short strands of hair on the nape of my neck. She gives me a shy smile. “I’m Mrs. Evans.”
“You are Mrs. Evans,” I repeat as I surge up into her channel.
She squeezes me tight as more moisture floods my swollen cock. “I like it when you call me that.”
“I can tell,” I chuckle as I press kisses to the column of her throat while my other hand strokes her mound. She comes against me with a keening cry of ecstasy, and I follow her right over the ledge into the best orgasm of my life. There’s something about knowing this woman is my wife, and she’s mine to hold forever.
“I love you.” The words are a broken whisper because my throat is tight with all the love I feel.
“I love you, husband,” she whispers as she buries her head in my shirt.
I don’t know what the future holds for my beautiful warrior or what our lives will look like, but I can’t wait to spend the next fifty years with her finding out.
12
IVY
Book club nights are my favorite. It’s my chance to catch up with all my friends and talk about our favorite spicy reads.
I used to come here and hate my pathetic love life. But since getting married to my own hot mountain man, I find the books serve a more practical use. Mainly, inspiration for our bedroom activities. Hale doesn’t mind at all. He’s always up for trying new things in the books I’ve read.
He loves me so well, that there’s no room in my heart for a book boyfriend. Besides, I think my husband would be jealous if I did ever crush on a fictional character. He’s crazy possessive, and I love that about him. We’ve only been married for a month, but it’s been the best month of my life.