Grabbing my fiancé's hand, I drag him into his truck, the rain beating on the roof, and climb onto Colt from the passenger seat. Grinding into him, I steal his mouth with mine and feel him harden immediately.
"Here?" he asks roughly.
"It's dark and raining, no one can see us," I say, enjoying how his arousal feels against my throbbing pussy.
"You're wearing pants."
"Cheap yoga pants that have a hole in the crotch," I say with a giggle, "rip them open."
My fiancé gives a low growl in the back of his throat and reaches down, finding the hole with his fingers and tears it open. I help him release his ready cock from his jeans and, sliding my panties to the side, and help my grumpy cowboy enter me. His thickness stretches me as I moan into his ear.
"You're so warm and tight," he breathes, while the rain patters against the windshield.
Our lovemaking is desperate and rough. Within minutes, we shatter together, groaning out each other's names when we come. Colt wraps his muscular arms around me, holding me close as we recover, listening to the rain.
After a few minutes, he says, "Let's get my future wife back home."
11
Colt
Standing beneath the ancient oak tree in the Corvid Valley Arboretum, I adjust my tie for what feels like the hundredth time today. The autumn air is crisp and perfect, and the trees surrounding us are ablaze with reds, oranges, and golds that complement the wedding colors Serena chose. Benjamin stands beside me as my best man, grinning like he's almost as happy about this day as I am.
"You ready for this, man?" he whispers.
"More than ready," I say, and I mean it completely.
Everyone who matters to us fills the wooden chairs arranged in front of us. Armando and Erin sit in the front row with Gabriel and little Luz, who's now walking and getting into everything. Tessa is practically bouncing in her seat, having claimed partial credit for getting us together since she was the first to call out my obvious crush. Goldie from the farmers market gives me a thumbs up when she catches my eye.
The string quartet begins playing, and my heart nearly stops when I see Nova walking down the aisle as maid-of-honor. She flew in from Florida yesterday, and Serena is thrilled to have her cousin in town.
But when the music changes to the wedding march and my bride appears at the end of the aisle, everything else fades away. She's wearing a flowing ivory dress that moves like water as she walks, with autumn flowers woven into her auburn hair. Serena made her bouquet entirely of herbs from both our farms, rosemary and lavender and sage that fill the air with their fragrance.
She's walking herself down the aisle, independent as always, and when her eyes meet mine, her smile is so radiant it takes my breath away. I have to blink back tears as she gets closer, this incredible woman who chose to love a grumpy farmer and somehow made him worthy of her magic.
When Serena reaches me, I take her hands and lean down to whisper, "You're perfect."
"So are you," she whispers back.
The ceremony passes in a blur of vows and rings and promises for the future. When the officiant finally says, "You may kiss the bride," I don't hesitate. I pull my wife into my arms and kiss her like it's the first time.
Epilogue
Serena
Two weeks after our wedding,I stand on the balcony of our room at The Tomich Hotel in Glen Affric, wrapped in Colt's arms while we watch the sun set over the Scottish Highlands. The October landscape is beyond anything I could have imagined, with heather-covered hills painted in shades of purple and gold that rival any autumn display back home in Corvid Valley.
"I can't believe we're actually here," I murmur, leaning back against my husband's chest.
"Best honeymoon idea ever," he says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "Though I have to admit, I was skeptical when you suggested Scotland."
I laugh, remembering his face when I pulled out the travel brochures. "You said, and I quote, 'Why would we go somewhere cold when we could go to Hawaii?'"
"And now look at me," he says, gesturing toward the ancient forests below us where pine, birch, and oak trees create a tapestry of rich autumn hues. "I'm already planning our next trip back."
The perfectly placed lochs reflect the mountains like mirrors, and the Highland air carries a crispness that reminds me ofour own valley mornings. Last night, we were lucky enough to glimpse the northern lights dancing across the clear sky, holding each other close as we watched nature's magic unfold above us.
"I love you, Mrs. Tuttle-Dalton," Colt whispers against my ear.
"I love you too, Mr. Dalton," I whisper back, knowing that whatever adventures await us, we'll face them together in our own magical corner of the world.
