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“I’m hopelessly in love with you. I know it’s unconventional and quick, and I hope I don’t freak you out but…”
“I meant it too,” I blurt out, cutting him off. “I’m madly in love with you, which sounds insane when you consider all the factors, but there’s no denying it.”
“No baby, there isn’t. No fucking way,” he growls, taking my mouth again.
We can’t keep our hands, lips, or bodies off each other. The thought of fucking against the wall in a secluded hallway turns me on, and my hands fly to his pants to unzip them, needing to feel him deep inside me. I stroke him and he’s already hard as a rock and before I know it, he’s lifting my ass with his hands, pulling my panties to the side, then entering me in one swift movement. I hold onto him for dear life as he continues to give me every inch of his length. I want him, all of him, and I can’t stop the moans from escaping my lips as the orgasm builds and rocks through me.
My arms wrapped around his neck keep us in place but I know it won’t take long before we’re both unraveling.
“Fuck, Brianna. I’m going to come,” he whispers eagerly against my mouth. “You feel so goddamn good. It’s hard to control myself with you.”
“God, yes. I’m so close,” I encourage him, and as soon as he feels my pussy tighten around his cock, he releases inside me. We’re both gasping and panting as we come down from our high. We relax against each other but know we can’t linger for long because anyone could find us here. Tate releases me to my feet so I can adjust my dress and cover my body. Tate pulls his pants up and zips while putting his shirt back in place. He pulls my face into his hands and kisses me so sweetly and softly that it nearly takes my breath away.
“I actually love having you as my fiancée,” he whispers against my lips.
“I love being your fiancée,” I admit with a smile.
He kisses
me again. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, Brianna. I’ve gone completely crazy over you.”
“I think I know the feeling,” I tell him, feeling the same way. Tate takes my hand and leads me down the hallway. Guilt and pleasure are written all over our faces as we walk back into the party as if nothing happened.
13
Tate
After the anniversary party, I couldn’t keep my hands off Brianna. We made love until the sun came up and eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms. We took an early flight home, and there was a somber feeling in the air. The deal was over, and Brianna would go back to her normal life. I just wasn’t sure if that life included me or not. I know things escaladed in Chicago and the lines between business and pleasure blurred, but I have no regrets. I want Brianna in my life and hope she wants me in hers, too.
Until the plane lands in Whitefish, I hold Brianna’s hand, and I don’t want to let go. I don’t want to let her go. What we have is real, and I’d be a dumbass to walk away from her—from this connection we share.
I grab our bags from baggage claim and head toward the truck. Once we get in, I turn and look at Brianna, but she doesn’t look happy.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing.” She gives me a small smile, but I know it’s not nothing. I feel the same anguish.
We continue with small talk, chatting about my family and Chicago, my old life, and my new one. Though we spent weeks trying to get to know each other, now we randomly ask each other questions. I look forward to them.
“So will you move back to Chicago at some point?” she asks. “I overheard your mother mention something about you moving back.”
I chuckle. “Is that what this is about?”
She nods.
“I’m not going anywhere, Brianna. Montana makes me happy, and I’m staying here for the rest of my life. My heart is here. You’re here.” I bring her hand up to my lips and kiss her knuckles, confirming my words.
Her eyes stay locked on me, and as much as I want to pull over and tell her how much I’ve grown to need her over the past month, I don’t. We’re so close to my cabin at this point that I drive faster so we can continue this conversation.
Once the cabin comes into view, I let out a breath of relief. I left Shark at a kennel and have to go pick him up tomorrow. I park the truck and we get out. I grab our suitcases and carry them to the door. Once we’re in the cabin, I shut the door and turn to her.
“This is real, right? What we shared wasn’t just acting?” I ask.
A tear falls from her cheek. “It’s more than real. All I’ve been thinking about all day is how you’ll write me a check, and I’ll never see you again.” She covers her face with her hands, and I pull her into my arms, and she holds onto me tightly.
“Oh, baby. I’d never do that. I don’t want you going anywhere.” I stroke her hair, trying to comfort her. She pulls back, and I kiss away her tears. I hate to see her so upset over nothing because I’ll be damned if I let her go, not after what we shared.
“You promise?” She looks up at me.
