Page 28 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Cowboy

“That’s it, my girl. Fuck. Oh, mmffff. Unnngh.”

Every single sound is more beautiful than the last.

I did that to him.

And then there are no more sounds, and both of us are simply panting against the other’s damp skin.

I trace a heart on his sweaty shoulder.

He goes very still. “Do you still love me, Daisy?”

I smile. “More than ever. I promise.”

CHAPTER 12

ZANE

We do the best we can, but we look rumpled, flushed, and very fucking happy when we tumble out of an ancient taxi in front of the Sheriff’s office ten minutes before we’re due in front of the judge.

“Daisy, these are my brothers,” I say with bold confidence—the only strategy to get one through a situation like this. “Trick, Noah, Drew… this is my bride. Daisy Marie Vincent.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she squeaks, her gaze not quite meeting their eyes.

They take a long look at me, then another at her, and finally exchange a wordless communication before grinning in unison.

“Welcome to the family,” Trick says.

“We’ll kick his ass if he doesn’t treat you right,” Drew growls.

Noah smiles. “I think he’d kick his own ass.”

That’s the fucking truth.

Daisy tucks in behind my arm and hugs me tight. “I know he’ll be a good husband,” she says, and maybe it’s so quiet that only I can hear it, but that’s okay.

She’ll find her voice with them once we’re on the ranch.

A car pulls up and our lawyer steps out.

“Good morning,” she says brightly. Her gaze slides briskly over our outfits. “The clothes look good.”

Noah coughs and Drew barely manages to muffle a laugh. Trick thumps them both, then points them at the door. “Inside,” he says gruffly. “I want to get back to my wife.”

As they lead the way in, I ask the lawyer for our marriage license and the other items I’d tasked her with buying for me.

We announce ourselves at the counter, and our voices must carry because from the cell in the back, we hear Daisy’s mother screech a protest.

“Who’s that?” Trick asks.

Daisy’s cheeks turn pink. “My exhausting family.”

He grunts. “Don’t sound like family to me.”

I wrap my arm around her. “They aren’t anymore. We’re your family now.”

The deputy who showed up two hours ago and arrested them gives us a friendly greeting, the fact he arrestedusjust yesterday apparently forgotten. “Howdy, folks. Here to see the judge?”

“Yes, we are,” Daisy says, her voice louder now than before.

---