Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“Well, we can’t have that.” Becca winks at me. “Let’s get together soon, Jules.”
“I’d love that.”
She walks away, and I turn to look up at my husband.
“Not as bad as you thought, is it?”
“Not bad at all.”
“Every single one of those desserts is safe for you, by the way.” He kisses my nose. “And all of the food is brunch food, since a certain someone couldn’t wait until the afternoon to get married.”
“Good. I like brunch food. And I’m starving to death, remember?”
“Then let’s feed you, Wildfire.”
Chapter Twenty
BROOKS
“That was fun.” Taking Juliet’s hand in mine, I help her out of my truck and onto the concrete of the driveway. She’s carrying her sandals in her free hand, walking barefoot. “I don’t remember the last time I was at a party for like ten hours.”
I smirk and lift her hand to my mouth. Everyone spent all day at the ranch, laughing, eating, and just being together. Some people came and went, but it was a steady stream of celebrations all day.
“And not one of them was mad at you,” I remind her, and she smiles softly.
“No, no one was mad. It was really nice.”
Rather than lead her into the house, I pick her up in my arms and carry her across the street. I can see the candles flickering in the window upstairs.
“What are we doing?” She curls her arms around my neck and kisses my cheek.
“Going home.”
“It’s back there.”
“We’re headed to this home,” I inform her and walk up the steps of the porch, then open the door that was left unlocked, per my request. “I want to spend our wedding night in our forever home.”
“You’re a softie,” she murmurs and nuzzles her nose against my neck, making my cock twitch. “And I kind of love it.”
I head straight for the stairs and climb them easily, then move into what will be our bedroom, and turn so she can take everything in.
“Oh God.” Setting her on her feet, Jules looks up at me with wide eyes and swallows hard. “Brooks.”
A king-sized wrought-iron bed has been set up with pretty white linens and fluffy pillows. Flameless candles flicker all around, dozens of them, lit and sending bouncing light against the walls and ceiling. It smells like roses from all the petals spread on the floor, and when I hit a button on my phone, music starts to play out of a speaker in the corner.
“It’ll do,” I say with a nod, and my wife lets out a surprised chuckle.
“This is gorgeous.”
“I agree.” She catches me looking at her and shakes her head. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Wildfire.”
She turns into my arms, pushes her hands up my chest, then starts to unfasten the buttons of my shirt, one by one, setting my skin on fire.
“It wasn’t a traditional wedding day,” she begins softly. “But it was everything I ever wanted. So much better than traditional.”
“I’m glad you had a good day.” I brush her blond curls behind her ear, then let my fingertips drift down her neck to her collarbone, and my lips twitch when goose bumps break out over her delicate skin.
With my shirt undone, she pushes it over my shoulders, and I let it fall to the floor, allowing her to take the lead.
The dynamic will change soon, but I’ll let her have this control for now.
“My husband is sexy as fuck.” She glides those little fingers down my abs, to my belt buckle, and when my pants are unfastened, I step out of my shoes and then the pants, casting them off to join the shirt on the floor.
“What now, beautiful?”
She starts to lower to her knees, but I shake my head and lift her in my arms.
“Not on this floor,” I tell her with a growl. “No splinters in your perfect knees, Wildfire.”
“But—”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t suck my cock,” I remind her as I join her on the bed, which is actually really cozy, and help her out of her dress. She’s not wearing a bra, and when she’s left in lacy white panties, I growl, not willing to wait any longer to get my hands on her.
“I like pretty underwear.” She shrugs. “But I like it better when you get me out of it.”
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you with this on,” I inform her, tracing the edges of the lace with my fingertip, making her squirm. “It’s too pretty to rip off you.”
Urging her onto her back, I kiss the ball of her shoulder, then drag my lips over to her neck. She sighs as my fingers find her nipple and give it a good tug. All day, I envisioned bringing my girl back here and fucking her, hard and rough, the way we usually like it, the way she begs for it, but tonight feels more tender.