Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
He grins, wicked and gorgeous, then slides the ring onto my finger. It fits, of course, and the second the cold metal hits my skin, something inside me settles into place. Everything becomes perfect.
“Holy shit,” I whisper as he settles back on the pillow and pulls me close. “We’re getting married.”
“Hell fucking yes, we are.” We lie there, tangled and stupidly happy, until our breathing slows and the sweat dries on our skin. I stare up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the ring on my finger, and realize I’m not scared at all. Not even a little bit. This is the craziest thing I’ve ever done, and it’s also the only thing that’s ever felt right.
Cole tucks me under his arm, pulling me in so close I can hear every beat of his heart. “We’ll tell Grams in the morning,” he says, voice sleepy.
“And your family?” I ask, thinking about the mob of Carringtons waiting down in Texas.
“We’ll head down to Texas and tell them together.” His thumb rubs slow circles over my hip, and my blood pressure shoots through the roof again.
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
COLE
The first thing I’m aware of is morning light streaming through my curtain. The next thing I feel is heat. It takes me a full minute to remember my own name. The only thing I know for sure is I’m happy. Like, really fucking happy. My heart’s hammering, and I can’t stop grinning.
Reine is draped over my chest, one leg tossed across both of mine, her cheek pressed against my pec. She’s snoring lightly, which I find adorable. Wild chocolate strands stick up in all different directions and tickle my chin. I smooth a hand down her back, breathing in her unique citrusy vanilla scent.
My wife.
The thought explodes through my mind as I stare down at my left hand, blinking at the simple gold band sitting on my finger. Fuck, I’ve never been this goddamn happy.
I shift a little, trying not to wake her, but she immediately stirs and tightens her hold, mumbling into my skin, “It’s too fucking early.” Her grumble is sexy as all hell.
I bite my lip to keep from laughing and just hold her tighter. “It’s actually pretty late, Mrs. Carrington,” I whisper back. My hand drifts to her hip, tracing the perfect line of her waist, up to the curve of her bare shoulder. She shivers, sending a pulse of hunger straight to my cock.
“I love the sound of that.” She snuggles closer, rubbing her luscious curves against my rock-hard cock.
“Me too.” I nuzzle my nose along the side of her neck, breathing her in. She tastes like home. Like everything I ever wanted and never thought I’d have. I can’t help grinning like a total maniac as I kiss her shoulder, just soaking in the fact that this is real.
“I’m having a little trouble believing we hopped on your family jet and flew straight to Vegas for a quickie wedding yesterday.” She leans back and stares into my eyes. “It all just feels like a dream.”
I know. I still can’t wrap my head around it, either. One minute, we were hustling through the airport with Grams and Hudson, and the next, we were getting married in a little chapel on the Las Vegas strip. “You don’t regret not having a fancy ceremony, do you?”
“God, no.” My wife snuggles closer to my side. “The little ceremony we had with just Grams and Hudson as witnesses was perfect.” I’m glad she thinks so. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure my wife is happy.
My phone buzzes on the bedside table, and I roll over to see I have a message from Hudson.
Huddie Poo
Get your ass over here before Grams takes over.
Me
Don’t tell me the big, bad Hudson Carrington is scared of one little old lady.
Huddie Poo
Get your ass over here, or I’ll tell her you called her an old lady.
Fuck. I can’t believe I gave him that kind of ammunition over me. Falling in love really has scrambled my goddamn brain. I drop my phone on the bedside table and turn back to my wife. “We need to get up and get dressed. Hudson needs someone to rescue him from Grams.”
Reine throws back her head and laughs. “Please tell me your brother isn’t scared of one little old lady.”
“He’s terrified.” I laugh and roll out of bed. “Come on, Montana, it’s time for you to meet my family.”
Our quick shower turns into a marathon lovemaking when Reine's lips find mine under the shower spray.
Her wet body slides against me as I press her against the tile wall. "We should hurry," I murmur against her neck, but she’s too goddamn tempting. I end up exploring every luscious curve. Twice.
Forty minutes later, I'm toweling off when my phone lights up for the fifth time.