Page 123 of The Rogue

"Yes, yes. Just please don't stop."

He plunges deep with each word. “My woman.”Thrust. “My wife.”Thrust. “My love.”

I come hard on his fingers, screaming and trembling. I'm shattering with emotion. I don't even try to hold back my tears. I'll cry for this man if that's what it takes to show my affection.

His strokes turn slow and gentle, drawing out my orgasm as I press my palm to his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat.

His forehead drops to mine, his defenses crashing. “I love you,” he breathes.

A wave of warmth washes over me.

“Stay. You're not alone anymore. You have me, a little boy who adores you. This ranch, my family, my heart. You have it all.Don’twalk out on us again, Whiskey."

"I won't," I cry out. Sucking in a sharp breath, I bring my hands up to his face, the towel falling loose around my ankles. “I won’t, I promise. I love you, Indie. With my whole heart, I want to be yours. I want to be your wife.”

He releases a breath with a smile I’ve longed to see all day. Then crushes my lips with desperate kisses. “We’ll make it official. Big wedding.”

“Small.”

“Smallwedding,” he laughs.

Tears stream down my face. “I’ll never leave you or Jackson. You have all of me. All of my heart, all of my love.”

He swipes his thumbs under my eyes, kissing my tear-stained face.

“I’m sorry I lied—”

He lifts my chin, his eyes flashing with guilt. “You didn't really think I'd hold it against you, did you, sweetheart?”

My stomach buzzes. "You should."

He drops his hand and sighs like he's prepared to hear something else I've been keeping from him. "And why's that?"

I grip his biceps and flip him against the wall. "Because." I tug on his drawstrings and drop to my knees. "Number five works both ways.”

29

Turns out house arrestain’t half bad.

School started for Wiggles two weeks ago, and I’ve been streaming Matlock while cooking up a storm for my boys.

At first myhusbandwouldn’t let me out of the house even to bring the cowboys their afternoon refreshment. But he’s eased up the last few days.

We signed an official marriage certificate with witnesses two days after I came home. Noah claimed the last one had the incorrect spelling of the bride’s name…oops… and had the “corrected” one filed with the state of Colorado.

I slip on my cowboy hat and step outside with my tray.

“Oh, let me get that for ya, Tessa.” Max picks up my tray and carries it down the back porch steps. He plants it on the small folding table already layered with a plastic tablecloth.

“Thanks, Max.” I frown. “You didn’t have to set me up. I could see your boss getting all cranky because I’m distracting his boys from workin’.”

“He’s the one who told me to do it.”

“You tellin’ on me, Max?” Levi rides up on Anton and hops off.

I jerk back from my least favorite horse. “I can set up my own table, you know?”

“Appreciate the help, buddy,” Levi says with a smile on his face. He’s been doing that a lot lately.

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