Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
“Why are you walking so slowly?” Hendrix asks over her shoulder, even though I’m right behind her, on bended knee at that, ring in my hand and ready to ask her to be my wife. “Oh my God.” Her hands cover her mouth in shock. The dogs are wiggling at the ends of their leashes, having no idea what is going on. I guess I’m lucky they aren’t trying to knock me on my ass.
“Hendrix Drake, it’s been one hell of a ride. I don’t want to get off. I want you as my wife now and forever.” Hendrix drops to her knees without saying a word. She’s too busy holding on to me tightly. My palm wraps around the ring, not wanting to lose it in the desert, arms banding around her back and my mouth going to hers. I don’t care if she gives me an answer. This is plenty enough. Every time we kiss, it’s like Hendrix tries to melt inside my body, getting as close as she can, hands going beneath my shirt to feel my skin, giving me exactly what we both want and need. My tongue takes over. She allows it, knowing my need to dominate when it comes to our sex life, including our kisses. Though, given the opportunity, she has no problem leaving her marks on my body. The first time, I swear I had what seemed like eight hickeys. A few on my upper body, most of them looking like a trail down my sternum, and the last one was along my inner hip, right where she likes to lick the indentation of my lower abdomen.
“You going to let me put my ring on your finger or kiss me all day?” I pull away from her. She lets out a mewl as if she’s annoyed. She’ll have to wait, though. Seeing the ring that was a pain in the dick to secure on her left hand is fucking important to me right now.
“Both?” she says it like a question. I move her hand that’s on my side, unclasping my fist that has the ring inside. I realize she hasn’t seen it, didn’t give two fucks about what it looks like in the least.
“We’ll get to that,” I reply as I slide the ring on her finger. The fit is perfect, and that’s because her best friend, Journey, did some undercover work for me when they were working one day.
“Madden, it’s beautiful, just like you.” A softer side has unfolded ever since she laid everything out on the line for me. Talking about her past wasn’t easy for her, but it gave me the heart of her, too.
“Not as beautiful as you, sweetheart.” My hand goes to the back of her head, locking eyes with her.
“Do you think the girls would mind walking Coop and Jolene down the aisle? I mean, we can’t choose just one flower girl. Plus the dogs have to be involved. They’re part of the reason we’re together after all.” I laugh, already knowing Cammy and Piper alone will say yes, especially when it comes to the dogs.
“Are you prepared for them to steal the show?”
“They’ll add to the show, plus Cooper and Jolene will be our witnesses as well.” My head drops as I attempt not to laugh again, knowing that Hendrix is absolutely serious about this setup.
“Anything you want as long as you’re walking down the aisle to me. That’s all that matters.” If I have my way, that will be happening soon.
“I love you, Madden Hughes. I can’t wait to be your wife.” Fuck, the softness in her voice has me closing my eyes, soaking in her words.
“Fucking love you, Hendrix. So damn much.” She doesn’t respond, not that a response is needed, not when she faceplants into my chest. And in my arms is where I want Hendrix to be. Forever.
Epilogue
HENDRIX
One Year Later
“So, about last night.” I’m on top of Madden, his cock seated inside me, hands working my nipples. We both already came a few moments earlier, a rare occasion where Madden let me ride him. Usually, it’s him controlling the situation, which I don’t mind. Tonight was a different story; it could be because earlier this morning, we showered together, my body bent over, feet planted shoulder-width apart, hands flush to the floor, Madden’s hands gripping my hips as he tunneled his thick cock in and out at a rapid pace. Though that could be because I dropped to my knees, wrapped my mouth around his length, and attempted to get him off that way. Madden wasn’t having that. In fact, it pissed him off in the best way possible. I was sore in a delicious way, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to ride my husband tonight.
“The last time you spewed that shit, you ran away. That’s not happening this time around.” He pinches my nipples, face looking less satisfied and sterner, thinking I’m going to drop a different kind of bomb on his lap. I use my Kegel exercises to our advantage, getting his mind off the past, something that doesn’t usually get brought up until I use a phrase like I did moments ago.