He slipped the ring on my finger, and stood, pulling me close with two hands on either side of my face, making sure I didn’t hit my head on the car’s roof.
“Is that a condition of you marrying me?” He asked
I shook my head. “No. Because I know you’d never uphold that end of the deal.”
“You’re right,” he growled against my throat. “I won’t.”
Then we were moving once again, heading straight through the courthouse, not stopping at the metal detectors because of Foster’s badge that he flashed once we opened the front doors.
“Okay, but you’re going to have to give me a real ceremony in a couple of weeks. One where your parents are there. And your brothers. My father needs to walk me down the aisle. I also have a big extended family with the fire department. They should be there, too.”
We arrived at an open door that led into what looked like an office when I heard an amused voice at my back.
“Got that covered, baby girl. They’re all outside right now. In fact, I think the whole fucking city is out there,” my father said, running into the room with his hair a mess, and his tie he’d worn to work that day skewed, and my mother’s hand in a death grip.
He wasted no time gathering her into his arms. “God, I thought you both were lost to me.”
The words, whispered with so much emotion, had the power to nearly send me to my knees.
Turning my gaze to Miller, knowing I had the same thing with him that my parents had, I offered him my hand. “Let’s do it.”Chapter 21Drink responsibly…as in don’t fuckin’ spill it.
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“What do you want to go do?” He asked softly as we walked outside into the beautiful afternoon hand in hand.
I smiled. “I have something you’ll want to see. And I swear to God if they did it without me, I’m going to kill them.”
We stopped short, though, when a man on a bike stood and smiled at us.
“Sam!” I said happily.
He cocked his head. “How’d you know who I was?”
I gestured to Miller. “You’ve got a fan club. Plus your mommy-in-law talks about you a lot.”
Sam smiled. “Good to know.”
He offered his hand first to Miller, then to me.
“Got married?” He asked, eyeing the ring that would now be a permanent fixture on my hand.
“Yep. Someone couldn’t even wait for his parents to arrive,” I said, looking up at my man. My husband. “But we’re having a reception this weekend. You should come.”
Sam’s lips twitched. “Sure thing, honey. I just wanted to thank you.”
Miller’s arm encircled my neck as he kissed the top of my head.
He had a slight tremor to his movements, still, and I could tell he was still pretty shaken up from the day’s activities.
“Yeah,” he nodded, eyes connecting with Miller. “She saved our lives.”
Miller nodded, something passing between them. “I hear you had a lot to do with that, too.”
Sam shrugged. “I wasn’t the one on the phone, though. I had a gun on me and everything, and there wasn’t a single thing I could do without knowing she didn’t have a fail switch on her. Your girl kept calm, relayed it all to the police and, in the end, was the one to distract her so I could take her down. She’s the real hero.”
I blushed at the praise. “I don’t know about all that, but thanks.”
“On that note, I’ve got to get home to my wife and kids. They’re still pretty shaken up. I just wanted to introduce myself, and say that if you ever needed anything, I’m here.”
With that, he handed me a card, and turned to his motorcycle.
He swung his muscular leg over the powerful machine, started it up, and roared off.
“You’re drooling. Your husband’s right next to you, and you’re drooling over another man,” Miller said cheekily.
I pinched him and looked down at the card.
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“I think you need to get a motorcycle,” I said teasingly.
He looked at me weird. “I have a motorcycle. I just keep it at Trance’s place because I have to have my cruiser on me at all times.”
My mouth dropped open as he held the door to his truck open. “After all this time, you’ve had a motorcycle, and haven’t once offered to take me for a ride?”
He smiled, and then leaned into me, working his hips in between my splayed thighs.
“Honey, I’ll take you for a ride anytime you want me to. All you have to do is say the word,” he said against my lips.
I grinned, and then took advantage of his open mouth by sweeping my tongue inside.
He groaned, pulling me closer into his body.
Something ridged pressed into my pussy through my jeans and I knew, for a fact, that that wasn’t his flashlight.
My hands latched onto him desperately, holding him to me with every bit of strength I possessed.
My belly started to flutter, and I was gasping at the intenseness of the kiss.
“Miller,” I breathed.
Wanting him closer, I started to pull him into the car with me, but he stayed my hands.
“You said you had an appointment,” he said, leaning his forehead against mine as we both fought for breath.
“Fuck the appointment,” I said.
He chuckled, and pulled back even further.
Then went ahead and swung my legs into the truck before buckling me in.
“Hey!” I said breathlessly.
He grinned at me. “We have the rest of our lives.”
I pouted but didn’t argue.
“So, where are we going?” He asked once he started the truck up.
I gave him the address, which he drove to while holding my hand in his.
I studied the connection as he played with the large rock he’d placed on my finger in the judge’s chamber only an hour before.
His finger twisted it back and forth on my hand, and I loved it.
“You’re kidding me?” Miller said in denial.
I looked up, smiling when Miller stopped short of the house.
Disengaging my hand from his, I got out and walked up to Brock who was sitting in the bucket of the track hoe, kicked back reading the newspaper.