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I smile and tip my face into his touch.
“We’re going to the city tomorrow.”
“Oh?”
“To get rings. Three of them.”
I giggle again. “Okay. You don’t want to surprise me?”
He threads his fingers in my curls. “I would if it didn’t mean spending the day without you. That’s not going to fly. I want you with me. So, we’ll go together. Pick out what you want. Have lunch somewhere. We’ll get married on Saturday.”
I gasp. “Saturday? That’s in three days.”
“Yep. If you want a special dress, we’ll get that tomorrow, too.”
I push to sitting. “Dallas, we can’t get married in three days.” I know I’m wrong, though. We can, and I have no doubt we will. Both of his cousins got married this fast in the past month. I shouldn’t be surprised.
“Sure we can. Tiago and Reagan get home on Saturday morning. We’ll get married in the afternoon so they can be here.”
I stare down at him in the faint light coming through the window. “You’re serious.”
“Very.” He reaches up and strokes a finger down my breast, circling my nipple.
I arch into his touch.
“When is your period due?” he whispers.
My breath hitches. “I just had it last week.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. “So, you’ll be fertile on Saturday. Perfect.”
A shudder wracks my body. “Or we could use condoms for a while.”
He shakes his head and grabs me around the waist, tugging hard, so I roll onto my back. “Nope.” His knee comes between my thighs, and he rubs against my pussy. “I’m going to fill you up and put that plug in your cunt so my come can’t leak out of you.”
I gasp. My breasts grow heavy at the suggestion. “Dallas…” My fingers tremble as I drag them up his arm.
He lowers his face to my neck and nuzzles behind my ear. “The idea of being filled with my come makes you so fucking horny that you’re shaking.”
He’s right. Darn him.
He nibbles on my earlobe. “While we’re in the city tomorrow, I’ll book us a hotel room for the weekend. We’ll go there after the ceremony. That way, we can fuck all night and not worry about my brother and cousins harassing us in the morning.”
I like that idea.
He continues to murmur against my ear. “I’m going to fill your sweet cunt over and over and make you stay on your back for thirty-six hours. There’s no way your body will be able to reject my sperm. I’ll have you knocked up before we check out of the room.”
I shudder yet again. Goosebumps rise on my skin. How did I go from being alone in my apartment night after night to sleeping with this giant bossy man to marrying him and getting pregnant in less than two weeks?
It’s got to be in the water. I feel sorry for Brody and any other man who comes to this estate.
I’m still stroking Dallas’s arm several minutes later when I ask, “Are there any female grandchildren in the Wilde family?”
“Yep. A few. Brody and I have a sister who’s twenty-two.”
I jerk my face toward him. “How did I not know that?”
He shrugs. “I guess it never came up.”
