Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Callum started to laugh, then tossed his arm around my shoulder.
“I’ll help, baby. We all will.”
I knew that he would.
Even more, I knew that I wouldn’t be doing this alone.
Not anymore.
“Okay.” I breathed out a slow breath. “I’m okay now.”
Darby plopped down next to me. “Doesn’t Malloy own a Bentley?”
I nodded.
“Do you think that it’ll make it down our dirt road?”
I laughed. “I have no idea.”
Chapter 22
Probably whiskey.
-Coffee Cup
Desi
Two months later
When I told Callum that I wanted a wedding at home, I hadn’t expected him to make it as beautiful as he did.
I also hadn’t expected him to pull it together in two months.
But I was more than happy that he’d been able to manage it.
I’d been so busy with the opening of the store that I hadn’t had time to plan my own wedding.
Then again, if I’d had any idea that Callum would be able to pull it off like he had, I wouldn’t have said ‘I’ll marry you whenever you can pull the wedding together.’
But he had pulled it together, and now I was staring at my wedding dress that my husband had picked out for me.
“Do you think,” Codie said as she too stared at the garment bag. “That it should be white? I mean, you’re no longer virginal, and you’ve been married before.”
I flipped her off.
“Yes,” I snickered. “I also think that it won’t fit. Look how small the bag is.”
Codie pushed me and said, “Reach in there and open the zipper.”
There was a knock on the door before I could.
I looked down at my mostly dressed state.
Honestly, the only thing I was missing at this point was my dress.
My makeup was done, my undergarments—which Callum had also picked out for me and happened to fit like a glove—were on. My jewelry, which, you guessed it, Callum had also purchased for me, was in place.
And I had a white silk robe hiding everything from view.
Codie, who was similarly attired as me, looked at the door.
Then walked to it and opened it wide.
I smiled when I saw Callum on the other side.
“Hey,” I breathed.
He pulled me in for a hard kiss on my mouth.
“Knew you were probably almost done, so I wanted to come help you into it.” His eyes lit. “That okay?”
“I’ll just take my dress and get dressed in the other bathroom,” Codie said, understanding what was going on here.
I giggled when the door closed behind her.
“You scared her off,” I teased.
“I did.” He shrugged unrepentantly. “I don’t care, though.”
I didn’t either.
Neither did Codie.
He walked me backward until I had my backside pressed against the vanity.
When I had nowhere else to go, he laid another wet one on me.
And that was when I was fairly sure that he didn’t come in here just to get me into my dress.
“Callum Valentine,” I said softly. “What are you doing?”
He pressed a kiss to my collarbone and then lifted the silk up over my ass.
“I’m dying,” he said. “I’m horny. And I don’t want to wait until tonight.”
I didn’t have the ability to deny him anything.
So, when he unzipped the front of his black skin-tight jeans and pulled his erection free of the confines of the denim, I did nothing but spread my legs wide for him.
“These panties look good on you,” he said as he stroked his cock against the delicate lace. “I want to rip them off of you later,” he paused. “But not yet.”
So, very carefully, he pulled them down my legs. He didn’t stop until they were dangling around my ankles.
“Kick them off so I don’t break them,” he ordered.
I did, kicking them to the side of where he was standing.
Moments later, he had his cock pressed up against my entrance, and he was pressing inside.
I spread myself wider, welcoming him with an eagerness that surprised even me.
But honestly, it shouldn’t be surprising. Anything this man did made me want him.
Walking away? Yep. Looking at me? Double yep. Lying in bed naked? Oh, good god, I was a goner.
And the absolute worst test of willpower? Seeing him in tight jeans, leather chaps, and his cowboy hat, shirtless and sweaty.
We’d tested my willpower for just that yesterday as he was laughing his ass off chasing a Bronco around the corral.
Yeah, we’d made it to the hayloft before I’d caved.
“You’re so tight and wet,” he breathed, his mouth against my temple.
I moaned and pulled him into me tighter.
He laughed at my exuberance, quickening his thrusts.
And then, before I knew it, I was coming on his cock, and he was exploding inside of me at the same time.
When we both finally came down, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“It’s getting quite ridiculous, how easy you can play my body,” I told him.
He pinched my ass cheek.
“Or maybe it’s just perfection because it’s you and me,” he suggested. “Now go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. I know that I wouldn’t mind having myself leak out of you all night, but I know that’ll make you uncomfortable.”