William leads Hailstorm to the holding pen that Clyde is in, and returns just as Avery and Thea skid to a stop.
“It’s pandemonium up there.” Avery doubles over, laughing so hard.
Thea grins, a short lock of her dark hair falling on her forehead. “Stanford demanded someone stop you and bring you back, and the bride lost her ever-loving mind.”
“Lost it!” Avery wheezes while frantically nodding.
“Mama Hawthorne and Sydney are coordinating the chaos,” Thea continues, grinning like she’s won the lottery, “but last I heard, Stanford was screaming that he deserves better than a hillbilly bride, and Rayburn was shouting that Stanford’s a two-timing cocksucker who should be castrated.”
Avery recovers enough to get out, “You missed January telling him that she deserves someone who can find the clit and doesn’t obsess about his ex.”
I rub my thumb up and down Campbell’s shoulder. “Couldn’t have happened to a better couple.”
She puts her hand on my abdomen.
“Oh my God!” Avery pushes both hands through her hair. “Jamison, I recorded it. You have to watch Campbell get swooped up by her man.”
Jamison grins. “Can’t Stanford practiced for hours, and he couldn’t nail it.”
“Durban didn’t need a second to master it,” Campbell says and pats my chest.
Damn, I’m going to blush, and my brothers will never let me hear the end of it. “A good horse helps.”
“A good cowboy,” she murmurs.
I tip her face up to capture another kiss. My brothers groan.
“Get a room,” Haven calls.
“I happen to have a place.” I pick Campbell up again.She giggles and throws her arms around me. I’m parked by the barn, where I sped to in order to take Hailstorm from William.
I didn’t do it just to be flashy. I did it to steal something back that had been taken from her. I’ll give every piece of her dream back to her, even if it’s bit by bit.
Carefully, I deposit her in the passenger seat. I brace my hands on the frame as she buckles in. “I’m going to take you home, and we’re not getting out of bed until every guest for this wedding is gone. You’re mine. And long after they’re gone—you’re mine.” I lean in, the muscles in my arms stretching. “You’re who I want.”
A playful glint enters her eye. “I feel like you need to prove it.”
“I will, Belle. Every damn day.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Campbell
I’m naked and stretched out on Durban’s bed, and I’m up one orgasm. He laps his tongue over my belly button, where he poured some Chapel House whiskey. The party favors were still in his truck, and he brought in a few with him when he carried me into the house.
When I left this morning, I thought it was for forever. But Durban makes me feel like forever started as soon as he brought me home from Bootleg Tavern that night.
“The best infusion is you.” His hot breath gusts over my fevered skin. I arch into him as he prowls up my body and nudges my legs open.
He pushes inside, slow and sensual like he’s savoring it, like he was afraid we wouldn’t have this chance again.
I hook my ankles around his hips and run my hands over his shoulders and into his hair. “I need you so bad.”
“You have me,” he says, pumping in and out in asteady rhythm. “You know why I’m not mad about those years I wasted waiting for the wrong person?” He thrusts hard, and a moan leaves me. “I was really waiting for you.”
My heart swells so big I’m going to burst before I shatter for the second time. “I can’t be upset that something awful made me move back home.” He pulls out and plunges inside, and my brain fractures. The man scrambles me from the inside out. “It was when a moody cowboy could take me home.”
“I’m not going to quit taking you home.” Pump. “I’m not going to quit making you smile.” Pump. “I’m not going to quit making you laugh and showing you that we’re fucking perfect for each other. You were made for me. This pussy is mine.”
