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She was finally mine.
Kynslee laid next to me, her head up against me, her warm breath blowing gently across my chest. I smiled as I thought back to taking her in the shower minutes ago. The feel of being inside her would never grow old. The way she called my name when she came. Everything about being with Kynslee felt so right. So freaking right.
She stirred next to me, and I kissed her gently on the forehead. I could really have messed things up with her again, and I was thanking God she had forgiven me for being a complete jackass. The sooner we got married, the better. Hell, I’d marry her tomorrow if I thought she would agree to it. But Kynslee deserved to have the wedding of her dreams. To be courted appropriately. Everything she’d ever wanted and more. I’d make damn sure of it!
Kynslee moaned softly before she drew in a deep breath and stretched her body next to mine.
“Hey there, beautiful. You fell asleep.”
A sigh of contentment slipped from her lips. “You’re wearing me out, Miles. All this sex is making me tired.”
I laughed. “We can slow down if you’d like.”
She tossed me a wicked smile. “Slow down? That is a terrible idea.”
“I agree. We have a lot of time to make up for.”
Before she could respond, Whiskey crawled between us. I smiled as he hopped onto my chest. Then I saw the look in his eyes.
“Aw, look! He loves you too!” Kynslee said in a happy voice.
“He’s not looking at me like he likes me, Kyns.”
“Nonsense.”
Whiskey moved closer and put his front paws on my neck and started kneading, claws out and all.
“Oh, how cute!” Kynslee cried.
“Cute? He’s trying to choke me!”
She looked at me with a baffled expression. “He’s trying to choke you? Honestly, Miles?”
Whiskey stared into my eyes, a look of pure hate. “I’m telling you, he’s trying to kill me.”
Kynslee picked up Whiskey, holding him in her arms. The damn thing instantly started to purr.
“He’s purring!”
“Yeah, cuz you’re holding him. I’m telling you, he’s in on a murder plot with the rooster.”
With a roll of her eyes, Kynslee walked to her bedroom door, her glorious naked body on full display, and set Whiskey down in the hall.
Crawling on the bed and on top of me, she rubbed herself over my length. “What were you saying about needing to make up for lost time?”
I grinned.
Kynslee pouted. “I’d say we could go for it again, but I really need to get back to work.”
I rolled my eyes. “Work is so overrated.”
Kynslee giggled, then kissed me quickly on the lips. “I agree, but I do love my job and my folks are my bosses, so let’s not get them asking me why I took such a long lunch break!”
I slapped her ass, and she yelped.
“Your dad is already giving me dirty looks every time I see him.”
Watching Kynslee crawl off me left me feeling empty. How in the hell had I walked away from her? What was I thinking when I pushed her toward another man?
You stupid idiot.
“Don’t forget we have dinner over at my folks’ place tonight.”
“I won’t,” I replied as I got out of my bed and pulled my jeans on, sans underwear.
“And we need to talk about our outfits.”
I watched as Kynslee got dressed. Every movement made me hard. From the simplest act of slipping on her bra and panties, to pulling her jeans on and shimmying them up over that beautiful ass. The way her blonde ponytail swung around when she moved made me think of how I had grabbed it earlier when I took her from behind.
Shit. My cock was rock hard, and I wanted her again.
Then her words registered in my head. “Outfits? For dinner?”
She laughed. “No, outfits for the fall festival!”
This time it was my turn to laugh. “Kyns, I love that we’re together and all now, but are we seriously going to start coordinating our outfits? Cuz that’s just weird.”
Kynslee was hopping on one foot as she slipped on her cowboy boots. She looked over at me with a confused expression. Then she scrunched up her nose, and I fell even more in love with her. How in the hell was that possible? I loved this woman with every ounce of my soul.
“What?” she asked, laughing. “No! I’m talking about our Halloween outfits for the fall festival booth!”
That’s when it hit me. The booth. For The Mercantile. Halloween.
Oh, holy mother of all creation. What had I gotten myself into? Images of Kynslee’s folks over the years dressed in costumes for their booth flashed through my memory. One year, Steve dressed up as a milk carton and Ally was a chocolate chip cookie. I had no idea how either of them moved around in those things, much less took a bathroom break. Then there was the hotdog and hamburger couples’ costume. Who could forget the bacon and egg? Or the time they dressed as M&M’s, and Steve wore black leggings. I shuddered at the image.
