“That’s where you’re fucking wrong. It’s me who doesn’t deserve you. Not even a fucking little bit.”
Shifting back slightly, I look up into his eyes. “I think we’ll have to agree to disagree on that.”
“Let’s go home.”
Home.
I don’t know what that looks like or where we’ll be, but I have to admit, thinking about a home with him seems absolutely magical. A couple of months ago, I could have never even fathomed that this would be my life, that I would be married to this man. But I can’t wait for the future.
GOOSE
ONE MONTH LATER
Picking up the towel, I slide it down my face to wipe the sweat off. It was another great workout. I think I’ve gained at least a couple of inches over the last month. Sexual frustration is fucking real, and I’ve been working it out in the gym. I’m trying not to push my wife, but at the same time, I would love nothing more than to be inside her.
Ivy is standing in the doorway as I make my way toward the exit. I haven’t seen him much since we returned from the wedding. I know his parents are throwing a reception for us in a few days, but I haven’t been part of that shit at all.
“Help you?” I ask when he remains standing in the doorway.
“You fucked Cidney without my permission, then you married her without even talking to me. You just don’t give a fuck, do you?” he asks.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I dip my chin slightly, my gaze searching his. I don’t really have a response for him. I don’t give a fuck. Not in the goddamn slightest. I love my wife. I love my life, and I don’t give a fuck about Ivy. Obviously, he’s spending more time thinking of me than I am of him, and that’s just kind of sad.
“I’ll see you at the reception,” I say.
He jerks his chin, looking down his nose at me. “I fucking hate you. I cannot believe you did this.”
My inner voice tells me to ignore him and walk away, but I’m not a very good listener. “You can’t believe I fell in love with Cidney and married her?” I ask.
“I’ve forgiven her, but I’ll never forgive you,” Ivy grinds out.
“I don’t give a fuck,” I state. “I love her, and that’s that.”
Walking past him, I reach for the door handle and stop. Turning my head, I look over at him. He clears his throat, and I wait for whatever he’s going to say. I’m not sure what he could say at this point anyway. Everything has already come out by this point.
“I want to hate you,” Ivy mutters. “But I can’t. You’ve been good to Cidney. Better than I thought you could be. Still, if you hurt her, I’ll probably kill you.”
“If I ever do that shit, I hope you will,” I murmur.
His lips twitch into a smirk as he jerks his chin toward me. “Hope I don’t have to kill you.”
Chuckling, I shake my head. “Never,” I say. “I’m going home to my wife now.”
Leaving the gym, I head straight home. I bought a log cabin for us. It’s only a two-bedroom, one-and-a-half bath, but I figured it would be enough for us for a while. A long while. Looking up at the house, I smile at the sight.
We haven’t consummated our marriage yet, but that shit doesn’t matter. I could seriously be happy jacking off for the rest of my life as long as it meant I was with this woman. I love everything about her. About our lives.
Walking into the house, I call out her name. I move through the house. It doesn’t take me long to find her, and when I do, my heart stops inside my chest. She’s in our bedroom, wearing nothing but her bra and panties.
“Cidney,” I call out.
She turns her head, looking over her shoulder at me. When her eyes find mine, both of our breaths hitch. She slowly turns around to face me. I want to look at every single inch of her, but I can’t. Her eyes hold me hostage.
“Hey,” she breathes.
“Hey,” I respond.
I want to ask her what this means, but before I can say a word, she unhooks her bra, and I watch it fall down her arms, exposing her perfect tits to me.
