Page 26 of Pucks and Coffee

He says it like I wouldn’t do just that. “Don’t tempt me.”

His eyes are wild, dark, and sultry as he chuckles from deep in his chest. “Spicy.”

I purse my lips at him, and he barks out a laugh as he puts me to my feet. He kisses my nose and then squeezes my hip. “See you tomorrow.” He steps back, turning on his heel, but then he stops. “Unless you want me to take care of you tonight?”

Fuck yes, she does, my pussy practically howls. My heart giggles in agreement, but my brain, she’s the only logical one. No, you need to tell your sisters first.

I don’t want to agree with said brain, but I know she’s right. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready for that.”

His lips curve up in a teasing grin. “I’ll be ready.”

“I bet you will be.”

“Oh, I will,” he throws back to me, his eyes teasing. “See ya.”

I wave. “See ya.”

And as my husband disappears down the alley to my new home and soon-to-be business, my heart slams hard against the walls of my chest.

I started the day thinking I was going to get eaten by a bear, but instead, I got married.

I’m not sure which one would have the better outcome.

Either could lead to a world of hurt.

CHAPTER 15

Coleson

I spent the night deep-cleaning my place…well, our place…and making sure I had everything a wife would need. Google and I are becoming very good friends. I stocked the bathroom with feminine products and made sure I had the expensive toilet paper. I’m not worried about my butthole, but I do worry for hers. And her pussy—I don’t want anything troubling her most sensitive spot. I headed to the mall in Knoxville and bought new bedding, new towels, and a couple throw blankets since, apparently, women like throw blankets. When I saw ones with black bears on them, I had to get them since they made me smile.

And I thought solely of my wife.

My wife.

Damn.

It isn’t until I’m shopping for food that I find my balls in the produce section to text her.

Me: Wife.

I lean on the cart as I wait for her to respond. I know she planned on telling her family tonight, so I’m aware I should be patient. I’m guilt-ridden, though. Shouldn’t I be there with her? A united front, maybe? She didn’t ask me to, and I don’t want to impose. When my phone pings, I look down, pulled from my always-running mind.

My Wife: Yes?

Me: I’m at the store. I want to get you food you like. Can you send me a list?

My Wife: You don’t have to do that. I don’t eat much.

My brows furrow.

Me: Why?

My Wife: I don’t know. I just don’t eat much.

Me: That’s ridiculous. You need to eat.

My Wife: Coleson, remember you’re my husband, not my daddy.

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