“I don’t want revenge,” I tell her quietly. “I don’t need a damn dollar of his money. I only need you. You do whatever you want with it. Save it, burn it, give it away, build something new. It’s your life. Your future. I trust you with all of it.”
Her lips part, tremble. “You… you’re serious.”
“As a heart attack,” I murmur, brushing my thumb along her cheek. “And if you try to hand it back, I’ll hide it in a trust and name our future kids as beneficiaries so you’ll never find it.”
A soft, choked laugh escapes her. Tears spill over. “Heath…”
I kiss her knuckles one by one, slowly and deliberately. “I didn’t marry money. I marriedyou.”
And right then, I know that if she told me to give every cent away tonight, I’d do it without blinking.
Because I already have everything I’ll ever want.
We say our goodbyes. Jem squeezes Sienna so tight that I’m surprised ribs don’t crack. The townsfolk clap us on the back, offer pie, and give teary smiles. My family keeps their distance, which is fine by me. A few stiff congratulations, some narrowed eyes, but none of it matters.
I scoop Sienna into my arms the second the door closes behind us at home.
She squeals softly. “What are you doing?”
“Carrying my wife over the threshold.”
Her grin dissolves into something soft and breathless as I carry her inside and kick the door shut behind us. The house is warm, lit only by the flickering flames of the fireplace. Pine and vanilla fill the air. Her dress rustles as she shifts in my hold.
“My wife,” I murmur against her temple. “God, say it again.”
She cups my jaw. “Your wife.”
Something primal snaps inside me.
I walk straight to the bedroom and lay her down on the bed like she’s breakable glass and the most precious thing I’ll ever own. She sits up, fingers trembling as she reaches for the buttons on my shirt, and I let her undress me slowly, even though every fiber of my being is screaming at me to fuck her hard and fast.
“So hot,” she murmurs, her hands rubbing over my chest.
My body trembles as I hold myself back.
Sienna looks up, smirking at me. “You want me, huh?”
“Badly,” I bite out.
She grins. “It’s such a turn-on. To have someone like you, someone so big and strong and handsome, want me so badly.”
“Only you,” I tell her.
“Then take me. I want you to show me how badly you need me,” she whispers.
My restraint snaps. I’m on her in a flash, my fingers fumbling with all the little buttons on her dress as I kiss her, pouring all my love and need into the embrace.
“Off,” I grunt, pulling down the dress.
She lifts her hips, and I tug off the fluffy fabric, tossing it onto the dresser before I come down over her once again. Sienna’s black hair is tangled across the sheets, and she stares up at me, her eyes dark and heavy-lidded.
“Need to get you ready before I fuck you,” I mutter.
She laughs. “Oh, I’m ready.”
Still, I kiss my way down her body, taking time to play with her tits, sucking on the stiff peaks until she’s writhing and panting beneath me.
“Heath! Oh, God! Please!” she cries as I lick a path down her torso, over the soft swell of her stomach, and settle between her thick thighs.
