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“Fuck, baby.” His voice is hoarse and sounds even more sexy. “You nearly killed me.”
I grab his face and bring our mouths together. “And we get a lifetime of that.”
Hours later, we’re in my bed, naked and tangled in the sheets. We haven’t stopped ravishing each other, sucking and licking, fucking and making love. I’ve never experienced anything like this before, and the fact it’s with Tyler makes it a million times better. The love I feel for him is so strong, and I can barely contain the bursting happiness with every kiss we share.
“Thank you for marrying me,” I say as I rest my head on his chest. “And keeping me close even when I tried to push you away.”
He tightens his hold around my back and tilts up my chin. “Thank you for loving and trusting me enough to say yes.”
“So if we’re doing this—staying married and all—don’t you think a husband and wife should live together?” I ask nervously. Though I don’t know why I’m anxious about mentioning this, I know it’s still a big step.
“You sure you’re ready for that?” he asks. “I mean, besides us being married and all, that’s making it official-official.” He smiles.
“According to the State of Alabama, we’re already official,” I quip. “But yes, I’ve been ready since I was eighteen. Every night, I wanna come home to you in this cottage—where it all began.”
“You gonna let me do the cooking?” He pops a brow.
“Just so you know, I can make a mean omelet. Ask my dad.”
“No offense, sweetheart, but your father is too nice to tell you it’s not good.”
My jaw drops as I release a gasp. “Just for that…” I lower my hand and cup his balls.
“Better be nice down there if you ever want me to be able to give you children…” he warns, and dammit, he has a point.
“Fine,” I pout, releasing him, then wrapping my palm around his length. “You can man the kitchen as long as I control the TV.”
As I stroke his thick cock, his eyes close, and he’s no longer listening. “Okay, deal,” he stutters out. “Whatever you want.”
I giggle, increasing my pace. “And you do the laundry and dishes.”
“Okay, now you’re pushing it.” He chuckles, towering over me until I’m on my back. “No using sexual favors to get what you want.”
“I thought that was the whole basis of marriage.” I snicker. His lips drop to the shell of my ear, and in seconds, I’m putty in his hold.
“If that’s the case, then it goes both ways.” His erection presses against my thigh, teasing my clit. “But you’ll probably win because I can’t fucking get enough of you.”
“Now who’s insatiable?” I recall from the first time we had sex at his place.
“When it comes to the love of my life, definitely me.”
“Let me ride you,” I demand. “And cuff you to my bed so I can take full advantage.”
“Never thought I’d want to be handcuffed again…” He lingers, and I mentally slap myself for being insensitive. “But in this case, I’m all for it.”
“Shit, I’m sorry. I’m a horrible wife.”
Tyler wraps his arm around me until he flips us over, and I’m straddling his waist. “Not possible. Get those cuffs and have your way with me.”
Laughter spills out of me as I watch the man I love more than anything put his wrists together. I find the handcuffs I got as a gag gift, then lock them around him.
“Guess I can do whatever I want to you now…” I taunt, walking my fingers down his chest toward his throbbing cock.
“As long as you remember I’ll be using these on you later,” he counters.
“I don’t recall that being a part of the deal.”
“In fact, I might get some rope and a whip for when I really need to punish your ass,” he threatens in a husky voice, but that actually sounds hot as hell.
Grinning, I lower myself down his body until my mouth is at his cock. “That’s the kind of honeymoon I can get on board with. But you have to feed me in between.”
For the next forty-eight hours, we stay hidden inside the cottage, enjoying each other and Tyler’s delicious cooking. By Saturday evening, my phone is loaded with missed calls and text messages. Everyone thinks I left for Hawaii yesterday, and as soon as the news spreads that I didn’t, the gossip mills will be running wild.
“I suppose we should tell Everleigh and Katie we got hitched,” I say as we curl up on the couch after eating his famous chili.
“Who do you think will freak out the most?” He laughs. “I think Katie will flip her shit that you didn’t invite her.”
I shake my head in disagreement. “Oh, your sister, by a landslide. She’s gonna ask a million questions, including when we’re giving her a niece or nephew, and if we’re having a real ceremony.”
