Page 16 of Riding Wicked
Knight follows behind, lying next to me as he holds me in his arms. “Fucking hell, cupcake. That was delicious.”
“Yeah, a little bit of yum there.”
He laughs as my words stumble over one another and refuse to make sense. “You finally think you can sleep?”
I hum in approval and cuddle in next to him, dragging in the warm scent of cedar on his skin as I finally drift off to sleep.
Epilogue
Knight
Six Weeks Later
Axel sits on the back of his truck talking to Oakley. She’s been trying to help him for the past few weeks, but the man won’t budge.
“Do you really want a mail-order bride? I mean, there are so many women in town. May’s been looking for a decent guy for so long. You two would totally hit it off.”
Axel grumbles under his breath. “No. Trust me, I’m too fucking aggressive. I need a woman who’ll love me because I paid for her.”
I laugh. “I don’t think that’s how the mail-order bride thing works. I think you still have to fall in love.”
Oakley shakes her head. “That email he got a few weeks back was from a legitimate auction.” She laughs and glances toward Axel. “You’re not aggressive. Okay…you’re aggressive, but it means your passionate. And passion is close to love, so… you’re almost there.”
Axel hops down from the truck bed and fakes a grin. “This is all bullshit, anyway. You two are about to have your baby and I’m talking about buying a wife. I’m a fucking mess. Let’s get inside.”
“Let me introduce you to May. Please? She’s really sweet and—”
“I’ve met May. She’s not really sweet. She’s got something to say about everything. I drank lemonade out of the fridge yesterday at the lodge and she yelled at me for fifteen minutes about sanitation and proper business practices.”
“She works at a diner. It’s what she does. I’m sure she—”
“Thank you, Oak. I appreciate it, but I’m good.” Axel jumps into the driver’s seat, and I help Oakley out of the way. She’s about eight and a half months along now but the doctor said she could pop any day.
“You two love birds have a lot to celebrate. You just got married. Don’t let me drag you down.” Axel backs out of the parking lot and heads down the hill and away from the lodge.
“He’s right, you know? We do have a lot to celebrate. In one minute, you’ll have been my wife for two whole hours.” I rest my hand on her stomach. “You know what that means?”
She smiles and shakes her head gently. “No. What happens at the two-hour mark?”
“Two hours in and I’m supposed to take you upstairs and make this official.”
“And what do we do with all the people wandering around, expecting us to shake their hands and cut some cake?”
I pull her close to my chest. “They won’t even notice we’re gone. Have you heard that band playing? Late night bluegrass is where it’s at, cupcake.”
“I’ll never understand the cupcake thing.” She grins.
“You’re smiling.”
“Yeah, because it’s ridiculous.”
“Is it, though? You’re a sweet little treat covered in my frosting. That seems like a cupcake to me.” Getting a rise out of Oakley must be my favorite thing on Earth, outside of her and that baby that’s nearly born.
She grins and tips up onto her toes to land a kiss on my lips. “Okay… that makes sense. I do like your frosting all over me.”
My cock presses against my zipper, and while I know I should be good, I can’t help myself. I back Oakley toward a towering pine and lean her frame against the trunk of the tree, losing myself as I press into her soft frame and pouted lips.
The afternoon sun is perfumed with the soft scent of wildflowers and a bumblebee buzzes somewhere off in the distance.