Accidental Knight: A Marriage Mistake Romance(111)

He grabs both my shoulders, a feral snarl pushing through his teeth.

The look in his eyes just stills me.

Every inch of me, every word, every breath.

His dick is still in my hand, but I’m just holding it, waiting for his next move.

This is his choice. I’m his, and I think I’ve shown him that’s not changing. So I wait, and pray to God it’s what he wants, too.

“You mean it?” he asks, his smile growing.

My heart leaps. “Yes, I mean it, silly. We’re married. For better, for worse. For richer, for poorer. So fuck me like a married woman.”

He grabs my hips and lifts me up. I hook my arms around his neck, spread my legs, and wrap them around his hips.

“Let’s make this the start of a long damn honeymoon. Till death do us part,” he says, thrusting so deep.

My eyes roll back, and I’m gone, lost to his rhythm, just the steady building hiss of the water and this inked madman who has a gift for making me see stars.

It’s heavenly, so perfect, I kiss him while pressing down, taking him deeper inside me. “I love you, Drake Larkin.”

“I love you, Annabelle Larkin.”

God, that name.

But it’s nothing compared to when he starts pumping.

Then there’s nothing to do but spread my legs and enjoy. Glory in the raw, wild sensations that instantly fill me.

It doesn’t last long, and it shouldn’t with people waiting for us downstairs. I’m a lucky, lucky woman when I remember how his dick teases my clit, how his stubble teases my throat, hurling me over the edge to bliss.

“I was gonna ask you for real, you know.”

I arch, pressing harder against him as the pressure inside me builds.

“Ask what?” I whisper between gasps.

“To marry me, Bella. Marry me for real.” He sucks in air. “You’ve got your ring. You’ve got my dick inside you now. Nothing else we need except the ceremony, making it official.”

Holy hell.

He can’t be proposing...like this?

Oh, but he is. And it’s totally, totally Drake.

I dig my nails into his shoulders, urging him on, even as my pleasure peaks.

I’m so freaking close now, so close it steals my focus.

The wave hits like lightning, this harsh, delightful release that takes every last crappy thing from the past twenty-four hours, and crumples it into a ball of white-hot sweetness, this void where Drake does me so good I forget. If only temporarily.

He picks up speed, slamming into me, sandwiching me between his hard body and the wall. Then he goes rigid, except for that final, fateful thrust.

I think I’m starting to love his release just as much as my own. Our pleasure mingles and I’m leaking him with a smile on my face when I say it. “Okay.”

“Okay? You’ll marry me?” he asks, leaning back against the shower wall. “Again?”

He’s still holding me when I look up, diving into those blue eyes.

I could stay right here forever.

So I lift my head, kiss him, and nod. “Yes, Drake. I’ll marry you again. I’ll marry you a hundred times.”

“Hot fuckin’ damn! Darlin’, you know I’ll hold you to it. A hundred kisses, right the hell now.”

Lord, do I try.

But I think what happens is that we just end up melding a hundred into one long, unbroken, all-consuming kiss. And it consumes me all over again, leading to another messy, sexy round.

Eventually, we finish our shower, and while he goes to his room to get dressed, I use the blow dryer on my hair.

Once that’s done, I look in the mirror and smile.

One dream complete, time for one more.

Breakfast is on the table, just like Mom promised, by the time we’re down. I sit down next to Drake and reach over, laying my hand on the table next to Dad.

He smiles at me and pats my hand.

I draw in a breath. Here goes nothing. Or everything.

“Dad...I’ve been thinking. I don’t want to sit on the founder’s seat of North Earhart. I don’t know enough, and I won’t know enough six months from now, either. Would you consider taking over that seat for me, Dad? Holding it until...someday when I’m ready? Please?”

He squeezes my hand. “Honey, your grandfather was very specific about—”

“I know. Look, I know Gramps willed it to me, but I also know he willed it to me to decide what to do. I’ve made my choice. I’m going to live here, on the ranch.” I reach over and lay my other hand on Drake’s arm. “With my husband.” I glance at Drake. “I want to raise horses and hopefully, children someday, right here with him and all our memories of this place.”

He smiles at me and nods. “Me, too.”

Happy, so very happy, I turn back to my dad. “I want you to sit in that seat, to oversee North Earhart Oil for Gramps. Someday, when you’re done, I’ll take over and do something else.” Optimism fills me. “Or maybe one of my kids will. Who knows? Life’s just full of surprises.”

Dad nods and then looks at Mom.

Once again, there are tears in her eyes as she nods back at him.

“She’s proven herself, Gary. And so have you.”

Before I can say another word, Sherry comes running into the kitchen from the living room. “Can I give Edison a candy cane, Uncle Drake? He really wants one.”