Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Fuck me,” I demand.
“I am. You’re awfully impatient today, Delilah.” His hands grip the sides of my hips, his cock is notched at my entrance, and I push back.
“Stop teasing me, Fletcher Wild, or I’ll use my own damn fingers.” I’m pushing him, which could backfire. He could very well make me wait longer or pull away completely and make me wait until we get back home.
“I’m done teasing you. I’m doing this while I’m buried inside you, Delilah. I’m not asking; I’m telling. We’re getting married. I’ve got the ring. All you have to do is put my ring on.”
“Yes!” He thrusts to the hilt, burying himself completely inside of me. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” My head drops down, and tears are streaming down my cheeks in happiness, content, and sheer freaking joy. Fletch couldn’t have made this day any better if he tried.
“Fuckin love you, love fuckin’ you, and gonna love you the rest of our fuckin’ lives.” He pulls my body up, dips his knees, and keeps moving in and out of my body while bringing us closer together.
“And I love you.” It’s a statement and a promise all rolled into one. One I’m going to keep forever with Fletcher by my side.
Epilogue
Fletch
Two Months Later
“I’m sorry the test was negative,” Delilah says quietly. We’re back in Wyoming. She’s getting the tattoo she’s always wanted but couldn’t settle on it until recently. Lawson is in the back room adding on to his sleeve. This time, it’s going from his upper arm into his chest. Abe, a cousin to the Johnson Brothers, is the only guy I’d trust with Delilah’s ink as well as my own.
“Woman, I’m not with you for your baby making capabilities. Sure, I’d love nothing more than to see you pregnant with our child, and when it happens, it happens.” Her shoulders lower from her ears, and she takes a deep breath. I should have fucking seen the signs. This shit has been weighing on her for far too long. Delilah isn’t nervous about the tattoo she’s getting down the length of her spine. She is worried something is wrong with her when it very well could be a me thing, too. Hell, it could be it’s not the right time. We aren’t married yet, which I’m changing this fucking weekend. We’ll get our tattoos, tell Lawson bye, and head toward a small cabin an hour outside of Arrowleaf, Wyoming. Tomorrow, I’ll give her the surprise of a century, one I’ve been working on with Marigold night and day. My woman is indecisive as fuck—the date, the dress, the venue, the guest list, it’s endless. I’m tired of not having Delilah tied to me in a way she’ll carry my last name.
“Fletcher.” She closes her eyes, slowly taking another breath before showing me her gorgeous baby blues. “Will you make me a deal?”
“Name it.”
“We give this a couple of more months, but if it doesn’t happen naturally, we go to the doctors and figure things out. I still want children. Adopting wouldn’t be outside of my scope. Would it be yours?” It’s a heavy subject. I’d have no problem either way, kids or no kids.
“They’d still be our children, so no. I’ve got no problem with adopting. I’m going to say one thing, and you may not like it, but I’ll say it anyways. We’ll go with whatever avenue we have to. We won’t borrow trouble, and definitely not at the expense of your mental health.” She nods in understanding and agreement. The shit I’ve heard at the station, how marriages go through the wringer, relationships turn to shit, I don’t want us to become bitter, or to play the blame game. “Alright?”
“Yes, thank you.” My hand cups the back of her neck. I bring our foreheads together, letting her see exactly how I feel about her.
“You don’t gotta thank me. Love you, Delilah. I’ll do anything for you even if that means protecting you in a way you won’t like.” She opens her mouth, and I dip my head, mouth dipping to hers. I pull on her bottom lip with my teeth, she softly whimpers, and then I’m taking from her, uncaring we’re in public. She needs to know right in this moment she’s worth every fucking thing to me. My tongue works its way inside her mouth until hers is chasing mine while my eyes remain locked on hers, watching as her lids shutter closed.
A throat clears, and she pulls back fast. Damn, my woman makes me feel alive. Like we were making out in a car on a deserted highway and got caught by her dad.
“Your turn, bud,” Lawson says. He’s walking without a shirt on, and I’m about to knock him the fuck out.
“Put a damn shirt on.” I stand up, my hand reaching for Delilah’s to help her do the same.