“You have nothing to be jealous about. Your opinion is the one I worry about most and the one that scares me.”
“I’m no judge of romance novels. I like to read, but sweetie, you could write total garbage and I’d think it was gold, but I’m guessing since Sean is already shopping it, there’s something special about it. I’ll read it if you want, and if you don’t, I’ll respect it, but I’m here for you. Always. You know that, right?”
“I do now.”
“Good. So how about we discuss that meal plan I mentioned yesterday because I’m hungry, and then I say we prepare for a quick wedding because I’m tired of waiting for you to marry me.”
“What? Tired of waiting? It hasn’t even been the two weeks like we discussed.”
“Being away from you even for a day feels like a lifetime.”
“Given that you almost died on me, I suppose after you have your meal we could discuss the wedding plans. It does have some merits.” I reach over and press the call button.
“What are—”
“Sheriff Marlowe, how can we help you?”
“He would like his lunch brought to him. He’s hungry.”
“Coming right up.”
“Thank you,” I add with a sugary sweetness.
“You’re a brat, and you’re going to pay for that.”
“As much as I want your face between my legs, I love you and I need you to heal, and that means behaving so we can go home. Then I promise meals of no nutritional value and purely orgasmic flavoring will be served for us.”
“Fine. I’m going to hold you to that, or I’m tying you to the bed and fucking your brains out after eating that tight little pussy until you pass out.”
“Knock, knock.”
“Come in. We’re decent. Well, at least our clothes are. His mind lives in the gutter, apparently,” I huff, shaking my head.
It’s the doctor, who looks like he could be my dad, that walks in the room. Oops. I thought it was the guy bringing the lunch trays. “Well, it’s a good thing he’ll only be here another day. All your tests have come back normal, so we’re going to give it another twenty-four hours and then ship you off.”
“Sounds fabulous.” After he leaves us, Whit pulls me back down onto his lap for another kiss. “See, I’m just fine.”
“You’re more than fine, Sheriff. You’re sexy as hell, but that doesn’t mean you’re not injured, so calm your horny ass down.” I purposely rub my ass on him once more before hopping off him just in time for another knock at the door with his food.
Epilogue
Whitaker
One year later
“Get your pretty ass over here now before I spank it,” I state, crooking my finger at my wife as she stands on the other side of the kitchen island, smirking at me.
“Nope.” Her lips pop as she says the word with an audacity that is begging for trouble.
“Come here, Lydia,” I repeat.
“Nope.”
“Lydia Marlowe,” I snarl. “You know damn well when I get my hands on you, I’m going to make sure your ass is nice and red before I fill you up hard and fast.”
“Yep.” A smile spreads across her face, and I hold back my own. Damn, I love this woman more than anything in the world even though she’s going to make me chase her pretty ass.
“So you want me to chase you?” I ask with my dick throbbing in my shorts, aching to be inside her.
“Yep.” She giggles, taking off out into the backyard. She’s extremely playful and happy this past week after her debut novel hit the bestsellers’ lists. Sean has proven his worth so far and we’re supposed to be getting ready for a party in a bit to celebrate the success, but she’s got on the tiniest dress and from the quick glance I got, she’s not wearing any panties. I get out on the patio and there she is, leaning against the side of the house, catching her breath.
“Tired, Mrs. Marlowe?”
She nods. I close the distance, crowding her space, knowing damn well she’s not tired. My girl just wanted to pick her spot to be fucked. “Liar.”
“Me? Never.”
“What am I going to do with you?” I grab her wrists in my hands and lift them in the air, pinning them to the brick with just one of my hands. “First I’m going to taste these lips before I punish them.” I swoop down for a kiss, sliding my tongue along the seam of her lips, pushing my way in. Her moan and roll of her hips cause me to pull back. I can’t get sidetracked.
I quickly spin her around to face the wall. “Now, wife, spread them.” I kick her feet wide like I would a suspect.
“I swear I didn’t do anything wrong, Sheriff.”
Lifting up her dress over her back, I stare at her round ass, pussy juices already visible from this angle, coating her thighs. I run my fingers through her seam. “Evading an officer, disregarding commands. Shall I go on?”