Page 96 of Exes and Oh Hell No

ME: Let me talk to her about who she wants in the wedding. I’ll let you know.

CONNOR: Did you seriously wear her down?

ME: *GRINS. You’ll see for yourself when we get there.

CONNOR: Goddamn it. I just lost $50 bucks.

ME: To who?

CONNOR: Gram. The hustler bet me this morning that you’d change her mind today.

ME: You’re a dumbass. Never bet against Gram!

CONNOR: Dammit. I need to go to the ATM.

JAKE: I’m packing my things and making arrangements.

COLE: Me, too. There’s a small B&B on the other side of the lake.

ME: Oh, yeah. I forgot about that place.

JAKE: Looks nice. Maybe you wanna have an outdoor wedding there?

COLE: You could have one on the dock. Get an arch with some flowers.

CONNOR: I’m looking at the pics. That looks perfect.

ME: I gotta go. Stop planning MY wedding!

I toss my phone on the nightstand, then roll on top of my future bride.

Her eyelids flicker a few times before opening.

A slow smile curves her lips.

“Good morning.” Her hand cups my face.

“Good morning, my soon-to-be-wife.”

Her smile grows from my words, her body remaining relaxed.

Mine.

She’s all fucking mine.

Forever.

I plant a kiss against her palm, noting the marks on her wrists from the handcuffs.

I smirk, my heart thrashing excitedly from the marks I put on her.

I capture her lips with mine, a long, slow kiss that has her moaning against my mouth as I claim her.

“Tell me who you belong to,” I whisper.

Her lips curl up in a feisty smile. “Myself.”

I growl at her, nipping at her lips.

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