Page 114 of Buckled in Barbwire

“I’ll make you beg for mercy,” I rasp into her ear.

She mewls and sags into my grasp. “What else, boss?”

“Eat you for every meal.”

Her whimper spurs me on. “More.”

“Spend the rest of my life making passionate love to you,” I breathe against her parted lips. “And then you’ll never forget this is real.”

Our noses bump when she nods. “Nothing fake between us ever again.”

“We’ll fix a bunch of shit around the farm. Chase cattle and chickens. Have a couple kids to expand the family.” My palm wanders to her flat stomach that I can picture growing round. “Keep convincing you that I’d be lost without your twinkle. Those sparkles will brighten my darkest days.”

“And then we’ll ride off into the sunset.”

“Bareback on one horse,” I add.

Her gaze is bleary when she blinks up at me. “I’m very happy that you coerced me into marrying you, husband.”

“Best damn decision I never planned to make.” My thumb traces the shape of her upturned jaw.“You’re stuck with me forever, wife.”

Paisley leans into my touch. “No regrets.”

“Or limits.”

“And so much more than in name only.”

“Everything,” I rasp before sealing our fate in a kiss.

Eight months later…

Ifeel Brody approach me from behind. It’s an instinctual awareness that thrums through my body whenever he’s close. My lashes flutter shut while I soak in the comfort of his presence, just like a warm hug.

“Mind if I steal my wife for a moment?” His gravelly tone is a shot of hot arousal.

I bite my inner cheek to rein in the urge to squirm. A knowing grin instantly appears on my cousin’s lips. Cassidy’s husband Drake wears a smirk to match. Gemma and Ryder exchange a glance. The conclusions they’re jumping to are less subtle than Lynn Ellen Paige. I brace for embarrassment when my cousin smiles brightly.

“Give yourself more credit, stud. I’m sure it’ll take longer than that.” Cassidy’s wink is aimed at me. “Although, your boobs are boner-inducing in that sweetheart neckline,Lee. Might only last a few pumps drooling over those voluptuous cans.”

I choke on a sip of champagne, shooting her a glare. “Did you seriously just say that?”

“Women spend a fortune to get cleavage like that.” She points a manicured nail at my chest.

“And theirs still pale in comparison,” my husband rasps.

“Good grief,” I mumble and fan at the flames on my face.

“She’s right, by the way.” Brody’s voice drops lower, drifting across my neck to incinerate me completely. “But I’ll do my best to make it worth your while.”

“Um, what?” The heat is getting to me.

“I’m trying to be discreet,” is his response. “Don’t want to draw too much attention to our disappearance.”

“We’ll create a distraction if people start to wonder,” Gemma offers.

“Only if it involves that redhead at the bar.” My brother wags his brows. “She can cause a disruption under me all night long.”

The bubbly I’ve been drinking is about to make a reappearance. “Oh. My. Gosh. What is happening?”

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