Page 54 of Flame
“You peel me out of this shirt and slam your cock inside me?”
He rolls his hips against me. He’s rock-hard, and the sensation makes me whimper.
“No.” He pulls away. “I’m not fucking you now until our honeymoon.”
I drop my hands. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, sweetheart. You have a thing or two to learn about me.” He turns and moseys into the kitchen like our exchange didn’t happen. “When do you want to get married?”
“To you? Maybe never now.”
He pours a glass of tea like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
I’m clearly going to lose this battle. I might be able to wage a solid war if I had my shit together. But my emotions have been shredded and strewn today, and getting a solid plan together to screw him back is a little out of my capabilities this afternoon.
I slump into a seat as exhaustion settles into my bones. I’m frazzled and overwhelmed and just want this part of it to be over.
“It’s really hard for me to figure out the logistics of this wedding without knowing anything about this area,” I say. “Hell, Foxx, I still don’t even have clothes here.”
He takes a sip of tea and then sets his glass down. “We’ll get you clothes today. Do you want to arrange to bring some of your things here from Nashville?”
I hadn’t thought of that. “I mean, yeah. I’ll want a few things, but I’ll coordinate that with Astrid. She’s already sending me a care package, but I’ll need a lot more. I’ll call her in a little bit.”
“What are we telling people?”
“That we’re getting married, right?”
“It must be believable. We must have a consistent story, so it’s not questioned.”
I grin. “Want to say we’ve been having a hot affair behind closed doors, and you fell so madly in love with me that you can’t take it anymore?”
“They do say that lies are more believable when they have truths built into them.”
I’m not sure what he means by that. But I am sure he’s not going to tell me.
“That’s fine. Let’s say that,” he says, moving along before I can question him. “We’ll say we’ve been in a quiet relationship for a couple of years, and we decided to get married.”
“How do we do that? Get married, I mean?”
He leans against the counter. “You don’t want to go to the courthouse, right?”
I shake my head. “No. I understand that ethics at this point are moot, but it’s important to me.”
“I’ll go talk to my mom and see what she recommends. But be prepared. She’s going to love this. She can be … a lot.”
“The woman who bought all the houses on her street so her kids would stay close to her? That’s surprising.”
He chuckles.
“Can I meet her?” I ask.
He runs a hand down his face. “Let me talk to her first. Let me break the ice and ease her in.”
“At least you’re easing into one of us.”
He frowns.
“I’m kidding.” I roll my eyes and stand. “I need to call Astrid and my mother before she hears this from my brothers. I don’t need that drama.”
