AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Sex. Always sex.”
“I can make that happen. And our story?”
“I guess we’ll have to wait fifty years to find out.”
“You’re definitely a romance writer. I’m just the muse, so–”
He didn’t say more, just stood, yanked me up and tossed me over his shoulder, carried me through the apartment and dropped me on a big bed.
53
DEX
* * *
“Wait.” I was about to get naked and show her what a cowboy can do with an eight inch dick–if I was her muse for her book’s western, rope-tossing hero, then I could think like one–when I remembered the most important thing.
I left Lindy on the bed and went to the side table, picked up her ring. The one I bought with Mallory. The one she’d married me with.
“Here, sugar.”
She sat up, held out her hand.
“We’re sober now so you know what I’m going to say is real,” I said, taking her fingers in mine. “I love you, Lindy Beckett. Will you be my wife? Will you let me be your book muse while I let you be my stick handler?”
“I will. But I’m not sure if stick handler is a euphemism or not.”
I laughed.
“Hockey stick, dick, you can handle any stick of mine you want.”
Her fingers brushed over the platinum band I never took off. “I love you, Dex James. I want to be your wife. I do. I want to fuck you for story ideas–and sometime soon a baby–and be your number one puck bunny.”
I slid the ring on her finger, then pushed her back on the bed.
“I’ve never fucked a wife before,” I said, pushing my pants down, my boxers with them. He paused. “That came out weird. I’ve never fucked you as my wife before.”
Her eyes dropped to my… stick.
“And wife, you’re wearing too many clothes. All you should have on is my ring.”
She crawled off the bed and I helped her strip bare. Except for her wedding ring.
“Fuck, woman. I’ll never get enough.”
I couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t even understand the happiness I felt in this moment. It was me and Lindy. Bare except for our rings.
We were starting from scratch. From a list on the back of a toaster.
We completed each other and I was going to spend the rest of my life proving it to her.
Epilogue
THEO
* * *
I pulled the collar on my jacket up higher around my neck against the fierce wind. This cold weather fucking sucked. If Mav didn’t come to the door in the next thirty seconds, I was breaking a window.
