Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
"Yeah, I said it," he growls, his eyes flashing to my favorite gunmetal gray color. He shifts down my body, planting his lips against my collarbone. "Husband."
I whimper, my head spinning as he drags his lips down my chest.
"Rule four," he breathes against my skin. "You will marry me, Cordelia."
"I thought we decided I'm the boss."
"Boss me, Sunshine."
"Rule one," I say, my back bowing from the bed as his lips close around my nipple. "We have to come out here at least one weekend a month."
"Agreed." He drags my nipple through his teeth.
"Rule two," I gasp. "We're getting a satellite phone."
He kisses a trail down my body, which I take as agreement. When he dips his tongue into my belly button and then drags my pants down my hips, I decide it's definitely agreement.
"Rule three…" I try to think of one as he moves between my legs, draping them over his shoulders.
He blows across my sex, making rational thought impossible. And then his tongue slides through my folds.
"Rule three!" I cry. "You have to keep doing that."
"This?" he growls and licks me again. "You want me to keep doing this?"
"Yes!" I sob. "Yes!"
Epilogue
DEACON
Five Years Later
"How is it that you have phone reception, but I don't?" Cordelia demands, eyeing me suspiciously from the passenger seat. "We have the same carrier!"
"Guess I'm God's favorite, Sunshine."
My wife gasps in outrage and then giggles. "That's only because he feels sorry for you, Mountain Man. He always shows mercy to the less fortunate."
"The less fortunate?" I cock a brow at her.
"Your sons, your dog, and your sister love me best. Someone had to take pity on you," she sasses, shoving her phone back into her pocket.
"Keep talking your shit and I'm not going to take any on you when we get to the cabin, little girl," I warn her, smiling despite myself. Fuck, I love when she's feeling feisty. Nothing makes my dick harder than my wife when she's giving me nine kinds of hell…which is basically all day every day. She sasses me because she knows I get off on it, just like I boss her little ass around because I know she gets off on it.
After five years, there are no secrets between us. I know this girl like I know the back of my hand, and she knows me the same way. I never imagined hiring an assistant could lead to this kind of happiness, but I've never been happier. Neither has she. She tells me every day how happy she is and how much she loves the life we've built together.
We spend most of that life just outside of Seattle with our boys. I lead expeditions up Rainier a few times a month. Her business is thriving. We don't get up here to the cabin now that we've got three kids with another on the way, but we still try to slip away as often as we can for a weekend alone. Nell and Ford watch the boys while I fuck my wife all over the cabin, just like I did five years ago.
Cordelia still isn't entirely comfortable with nature. I don't think she ever will be. But she no longer has anxiety attacks when we're out in the woods. She's conquered her fear…or at least put it to bed. She says that's because I make it impossible for her to be afraid, but she doesn't give herself nearly enough credit. She's the one who faces it every time she steps onto a trail and refuses to let it beat her. That's all her. I'm just the lucky bastard who gets to protect her while she does it.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" she asks. "Because either way, it's not really making me want to behave, Mountain Man. Oh! Stop at that rest stop. I need to pee."
"That isn't a rest stop, Sunshine. It's a fucking port-a-potty on the side of the road."
"Well, your giant son is sitting on my bladder, so I don't care what they call it. I need to pee," she says, rubbing her belly. "I don't know why I can't have normal-sized babies. They all have to come out fully grown, carrying briefcases."
I chuckle, shaking my head. Our boys are big. Hudson and Myles were both over ten pounds and 23 and a half inches long. Ryder was eleven pounds and twenty inches. Her belly is even bigger this time around. She hasn't been able to see her feet in three months. She never complains though. She loves being pregnant. The part she hates is when they're outside of her body and growing. She wants to keep them little and cuddly forever.
I pull over beside the port-a-potty and hop out, jogging over to check it out and make sure it's safe for her. It's not in the greatest shape, but there isn't shit smeared on the walls or heroin needles all over the place. And there isn't anyone hiding inside. I jog back to the SUV to help her out.