Page 37 of Running to the Mountain Man

I’m with my future wife, in the shower, washing away the bad memories of the day. Making new ones.

Her slick body is pressed against the tile as we reassure each other with our lips, hands, and limbs.

“I need you, Barrett.”

“You got me. Whenever you want me, Goldie.”

I swiftly hike one of her soft thighs up, helping her hook it just right around my middle. And then, the other.

“Barrett,” she gasps as I slide into her.

She grips my shoulders tight, holding on while I take her.

My Goldie is wet and snug, and built just for me. She looks like an ethereal mermaid backed up against the tile, the water slicking her long golden hair, her breasts flushed with arousal.

Gripping her fleshy ass, I move in her.

Her eyes roll back in her head, and she pushes her hips out. “More.”

“You want more? How about this? How about I love you, Goldie?”

She opens her eyes and her lips part.

I keep moving in her. Out then in, I don’t know how many times, until her throat bobs, and she says it back.

“I love you too, Barrett.”

I shake my head, ashamed of myself. “I should have said it before you took off. Before that sonofabitch grabbed you. What if you had…what if I never saw you again?”

I can’t tell if her eyes are welling up with tears or if it’s from the shower.

“Shut up. Don’t even think like that.”

Breathing deeply, I say the truth. “You’re here.”

“I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

“You’ll always be here to tell me stories.”

She smiles wickedly, clamping down hard with her tiny, demonically strong muscles. I see stars.

“Thanks for not kicking me out for trespassing, Barrett.”

“Thank you, Goldie. For turning everything upside down.”

Chapter Nineteen

Goldie

Barrett was caught up in the moment following our successful caper with Louisa, Olivia, and everyone else. He wanted to marry me immediately.

But I insisted that we wait until my legal troubles are behind us.

Which is today.

At least, I think so.

Audrey subpoenaed all of the trail cam footage from the day of my kidnapping, and she’s 99 percent sure the prosecutor is going to drop all charges against me, or I’ll be able to plead guilty to a lesser assault charge that won’t send me to jail.

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