Billionaires Runaway Bride

“We’re still rubbish.” I reached over and patted Logan on the back. “I think you should stick with American men.”

She laughed and held

out her hand toward Logan. “I’m willing to give a certain American man a try. Come on. Let’s go grab ice cream at the parlor down the street and give these two lovebirds some time to enjoy each other?”

“If you’re going, I’m coming.” Logan winked at me and Mol before taking Peyton’s hand and walking toward the stairs.

I pulled Molly close to me and leaned down to kiss her again. The sound of her soft moans mixed with the breeze blowing and the elation in my heart had my body hard and my mind racing toward all of the possibilities of who we could, no, who we would become together.

The sky was the limit when I had a woman like Molly backing me up, loving me the way that only she could.

“I didn’t expect this.” She smiled up at me. “I really thought this was for our friends.”

“Then my job was done well.” I reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I wanted it to be a surprise, and intensely intimate, but I wanted our friends here.”

“I love it, and I love you.” She tilted her head to the side, watching me closely. “Can our wedding be the same setup? I don’t want anything big and extravagant, and I don’t want you having a bachelor party.” Her lip turned out into a cute little pout.

I chuckled. “We can have any kind of wedding you want, lass. I don’t need a bachelor party, but even if I had one, you have nothing to worry about. There’s only one woman I want in my life, and she’s in my arms right now.”

“Okay. When are we doing this?”

“When do you want to do it?” I pressed my hips forward, giving her a silent cue that I was ready to go home and make love to her for the next few hours.

“Tomorrow.” She grinned, her confidence mixed with cuteness almost too much to bear. “Logan and Peyton are already here, and they’re both staying for a few days. Let’s do it now and get on with it.”

“Are you in a hurry?” I laughed heartily, loving her sense of adventure.

“Yeah, I am.” She touched the side of my face. “The sooner I belong to you, the sooner we can start working on a family. You want one. I know you do. You talk about it all the time.”

“I talk about practicing for a family. We need to practice a little more.” I laughed at the look on her face and leaned down to make love to her mouth. I pulled back a little breathless from her kisses. “Lass, if you want to get married tomorrow, then we will. Let’s get up in the morning and make the plans, rent the place, and by tomorrow night, you’ll be my wife. Good enough?”

“That’s perfect.” She kissed me again and turned, jogging to the side of the building. She leaned over and hollered down. “Peyton…we have a wedding to plan.”

I could hear Peyton’s muffled voice, but just barely. “When is it?”

“Tomorrow!” Molly laughed and turned to look at me as our two American friends echoed the most British response they could in tandem.

“Bloody hell!”

Mine and Molly’s laughter filled the night, but it was soon cut off by the sound of her moaning against the entrapment of my arms and the firm press of my lips against hers. I’d thought my life ended the day my father died, but I was so very wrong.

It had only just begun.

Epilogue

Two Years Later

Molly

“Are you feeling all right, Miss Molly?” William stuck his head into the living room as I sat on the edge of the couch, reading the latest pregnancy book.

“I think so.” I glanced down at my watch. “My contractions are still about ten minutes apart. Is Alfie on his way?” Nerves tore up my insides. I wasn’t due for another three weeks, but it would seem little Daniella was on her way early.

After a blissful year of marriage, Alfie and I finally decided to start a family. He wanted two kids, and I wanted ten. The playful fight we had over it all of the time was only compounded in hilarity by the fact that all of the staff at the estate wanted ten or more little kids running around too. Poor Alfie was quite outnumbered, but something told me that he didn’t mind so much.

He was going to be a great father, much like he always wanted to be.

We’d worked hard as business owners over the last nine months to promote the right people into the right places, thereby allowing me and Alfie to have much more time at home together. We were building a future, not just a business anymore.