Page 88 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

“They keep stealing you from me,” he complained. “You’re my bride. They should dance with their own women.”

Kent grew closer.

“Mine,” Clint snapped at his brother.

“But I just want one dance with my new sister-in-law.” Kent’s face was serious, but Clint saw the laughter dancing in his eyes. Bastard was having a great time.

“No. Go away.”

“Clint,” Charlie protested, but he could hear the amusement in her voice. He turned her another way. Dancing wasn’t really his thing, but if he didn’t dance with her every other bastard here would have her up dancing with them.

He wanted her with him.

“This is the one day I get to be selfish.”

That made her giggle. “Really? Theoneday.”

“Why, wife of mine, are you trying to say that I am usually selfish?” He drew back to glance down at her.

“No, not me.” She shook her head but her eyes twinkled. Leaning down, he kissed her lightly.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are, yet?”

“Only about a thousand times. But I could hear it again.”

“Most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen. You look like a princess, only better.”

“Better?” she asked.

“Yeah. Better. Because you’re my princess.”

Fatigue was weighingher down as they parked outside the house. They were due to leave in the morning to drive to Bozeman then catch a flight out to Houston.

She couldn’t wait. Two whole weeks with her new husband. He held onto her hand firmly as they climbed the steps. When they reached the top, he swept her up into his arms.

“Clint!” she squealed.

“Isn’t this tradition?” he asked as he shuffled her weight around so he could open the front door. “Carrying the bride over the threshold?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, knowing nothing she said would get him to put her down. And besides, she didn’t actually want him to.

He pushed the door shut. It locked automatically behind them. He stopped by the alarm pad so she could turn it on then he swiftly made his way up the stairs to their bedroom.

When they reached the bed, he sat then lay back with her sprawled on top of him.

She giggled. “Tired?”

“Exhausted.” He closed his eyes. She moved so she was straddling him, her big skirt billowing around them.

“I guess I’ll have to take care of you tonight, then.”

He opened one eye, peering up at her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He’d taken off his jacket when they were dancing. He must have left it somewhere as she hadn’t seen it since. She slowly undid the buttons on his waistcoat. She didn’t know how long he would let her take control, since Clint was a dominant guy. But she was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

Once his waistcoat was open, she started in on his shirt, slowly revealing his perfect chest. Leaning down, she licked at his nipple.

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