Chapter Twenty
BROOKS
“That was fun.” Taking Juliet’s hand in mine, I help her out of my truck and onto the concrete of the driveway. She’s carrying her sandals in her free hand, walking barefoot. “I don’t remember the last time I was at a party for like ten hours.”
I smirk and lift her hand to my mouth. Everyone spentall dayat the ranch, laughing, eating, and just being together. Some people came and went, but it was a steady stream of celebrations all day.
“And not one of them was mad at you,” I remind her, and she smiles softly.
“No, no one was mad. It was really nice.”
Rather than lead her into the house, I pick her up in my arms and carry her across the street. I can see the candles flickering in the window upstairs.
“What are we doing?” She curls her arms around my neck and kisses my cheek.
“Going home.”
“It’s back there.”
“We’re headed tothishome,” I inform her and walk up the steps of the porch, then open the door that was left unlocked, permy request. “I want to spend our wedding night in our forever home.”
“You’re a softie,” she murmurs and nuzzles her nose against my neck, making my cock twitch. “And I kind of love it.”
I head straight for the stairs and climb them easily, then move into what will be our bedroom, and turn so she can take everything in.
“Oh God.” Setting her on her feet, Jules looks up at me with wide eyes and swallows hard. “Brooks.”
A king-sized wrought-iron bed has been set up with pretty white linens and fluffy pillows. Flameless candles flicker all around, dozens of them, lit and sending bouncing light against the walls and ceiling. It smells like roses from all the petals spread on the floor, and when I hit a button on my phone, music starts to play out of a speaker in the corner.
“It’ll do,” I say with a nod, and my wife lets out a surprised chuckle.
“This isgorgeous.”
“I agree.” She catches me looking at her and shakes her head. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Wildfire.”
She turns into my arms, pushes her hands up my chest, then starts to unfasten the buttons of my shirt, one by one, setting my skin on fire.
“It wasn’t a traditional wedding day,” she begins softly. “But it was everything I ever wanted. So much better thantraditional.”
“I’m glad you had a good day.” I brush her blond curls behind her ear, then let my fingertips drift down her neck to her collarbone, and my lips twitch when goose bumps break out over her delicate skin.
With my shirt undone, she pushes it over my shoulders, and I let it fall to the floor, allowing her to take the lead.
The dynamic will change soon, but I’ll let her have this control for now.
“My husband is sexy as fuck.” She glides those little fingers down my abs, to my belt buckle, and when my pants are unfastened, I step out of my shoes and then the pants, casting them off to join the shirt on the floor.
“What now, beautiful?”
She starts to lower to her knees, but I shake my head and lift her in my arms.
“Not on this floor,” I tell her with a growl. “No splinters in your perfect knees, Wildfire.”
“But—”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t suck my cock,” I remind her as I join her on the bed, which is actually really cozy, and help her out of her dress. She’s not wearing a bra, and when she’s left in lacy white panties, I growl, not willing to wait any longer to get my hands on her.
“I like pretty underwear.” She shrugs. “But I like it better when you get me out of it.”
