Take Me (Take a Chance 4)
She winked at him over her shoulder. “I know how much you like them and I wanted to make you happy.”
His heart sped up. “You know me so well, babe.”
“Well.” She fluttered her lashes at him. “You are my husband. It’s kind of my job.”
“Speaking of being your husband…” His grip on her tightened as they walked out the doors and into the fresh air. “I have a request pertaining to your upcoming role.”
She stopped walking so abruptly that he almost crashed into her. He caught her shoulder with his free hand and righted himself. She nibbled on her lower lip. “You want me to turn down the part. I can. I’d been thinking about it already, since we’ve just gotten—”
“Stop right there.” He scowled. “Don’t even think about it. You are not, I repeat not, turning down that role. If you even threaten me with that again, I’ll divorce your pretty little ass so fast you won’t know what hit you.”
She blinked at him, her mouth in a perfect o. “But—”
“No buts.” He swung her in his arms and kissed her forehead. “I would never ask you to do that, and I won’t accept it from you, either.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and blinked back tears. “Then what do you want?”
“I want a real wedding when you come back.” He nibbled on her ear and maneuvered her toward the side of the building, where they wouldn’t be seen. Even though his face was buried in her neck, he knew she was smiling. He could feel it.
“Really?”
“Yes. I want to see you in that white dress, walking down the aisle toward me with a white veil and a pair of white cowboy boots.”
She let out a bubble of laughter. “Boots?”
“Yeah.” He lifted her up in his arms, hugging her close. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “I’m happiest when you’re wearing boots.”
“And I’m happiest when you’re happy.” She entwined her fingers in his hair, yanking him down until his lips touched hers. “So boots it is.”
“Mm.” He kissed her sweetly, right outside of the church on the steps. When he pulled back from her, he nuzzled her ear and whispered, “I fucking love you.”
She smiled and buried her face in his neck. “I fucking love you, too.”
Epilogue
Five years later
Mike leaned back in the beach chair and breathed in the smell of sandy beach and suntan lotion. Hot sun. Blue ocean waters crashing on golden sand, kicking up a spray of salt water every so often. A cold Corona in one hand, and his gorgeous wife’s hand in his other. And his wife? She wore a skimpy red bikini and nothing else.
What more could a guy like him ask for?
Morgan rolled over and smiled at him, the brim of her hat shading her blue eyes. But he knew they would be sparkling away, almost as bright as her smile. “I can’t believe how perfect this island is. Why did we wait so long to come here?”
“I don’t know but I agree. It’s a slice of heaven.” He yanked her onto his lap and nibbled on her throat, toying with the knot she’d tied at the back of her bikini top. “But I can think of a few ways to make it better.”
“Hm.” She dug her nails into his shoulders and swayed closer. “I’m intrigued. Wanna go—?”
“Knock it off over there.” Garrett dropped down into the chair next to them. “If I’m not allowed to grope my wife in front of you, then you can’t do it in front of me, either.”
Mike traced the line of Morgan’s hip with his hand. She shivered, and he bit back a grin. “It’s not the same. My wife isn’t your sister.”
“She’s my sister-in-law.” Garrett took a swig of his beer. “That counts.”
Kiersten came up and sat in Garrett’s lap. Her belly was slightly swollen with another baby and she’d never looked more gorgeous. “What are you two fighting about now?”
“Nothing,” Mike said.
“Nothing,” Garrett said at the same time. Garrett winked at him, then hugged Kiersten close. “We’re just discussing sisters. One of which Amy and Chris are about to get.”