“We can be waiting when they open,” I confirm as I shift us onto the bed and roll us so she’s beneath me. “Now, since we have several hours to kill before I can make you my wife, I’m going to fuck you like I hate you, then make sweet love to you.”
“Oh, that’s the best news I’ve ever heard.”
Chapter Nineteen
JULIET
“They’re taking forever to open.” I’m sitting in the front seat of Brooks’s truck, my knee bouncing with nerves and my eyes pinned to the door of the courthouse, which is still locked. We’re parked right out front, waiting. I’mnotpatient.
We were the first ones here.
“They still have ten minutes before they open.” Brooks is as calm as can be next to me, and I turn to look at him.
He’s in a crisp white button-down, the sleeves rolled up on his forearms, showing off muscles and veins anddamn.Don’t even get me started on the gray slacks that show off that hard ass to perfection.
“Keep looking at me like that, Wildfire, and I’ll fuck you right here for all the goddamn world to see.”
I press my lips together and feel my cheeks heat at his gravelly voice. We never went back to sleep because he was too busy fucking me senseless for the rest of the night.
No regrets.
“I’m still sore from earlier,” I inform him, and watch as he smirks, his eyes full of mirth and joy and …lust.“I’ll be walking funny on our wedding day. Are you proud of yourself?”
“Fuck yes, I’m proud of myself. Tell me, Juliet. Am I still dripping out of you?”
I can’t even look him in the eyes now, and he chuckles as he reaches over and brushes the back of his knuckles over my white dress, right where he knows my nipple is, making it pucker.
“I’d better still be running down your thighs. I’ll be making you my wife with my cum all over that pretty soft skin.”
“Brooks.” His mouth is filthy, and I freakinglove it.
He grins and leans over to me.
“The next time I’m inside you, you’ll be my wife.”
Okay, that sends a shot of electricity right up my spine, and I reach for his hand, gripping it hard and lacing our fingers.
“You like the idea of that.”
“Yeah.” My voice isn’t altogether steady. “I do like that.”
“Me too, baby.” As he kisses the back of my hand, someone unlocks the door of the courthouse, and we turn to face each other. “Are you sure about this?”
“Never been more positive about anything in my life.” A grin spreads over my face. I put on a full face of makeup today, and I’m wearing a pretty white dress that I’ve had for a while but never worn before today.
I’msoready to marry this man.
“Then let’s go. Wait for me.”
He pushes out of the truck and circles around to open my door, and then, before I know it, we have a marriage license and are standing before a judge.
“Congratulations,” he says, smiling at Brooks.They must know each other.“When we get to the vows, do you want to go with the traditional ones, or do you want to speak your own?”
“We’ll speak our own,” I answer, and Brooks winks at me, making me melt.
“Sounds good. Dearly beloved …”
There are only two people here, the janitor and a cop who was walking by. Those are our witnesses, and frankly, that’s fine by me.
