"Say it, Letty baby."
"Yes, I'll marry you."
He loses it, fucking me so deep I know I'll feel him tomorrow. His hands are everywhere. So is his mouth. He nips and bites, breathing filth and sweetness across my skin until I feel like I'm flying.
When I fall, he falls with me, holding me against his chest and whispering my name over and over, like it's the only thing he knows.
"You said yes," he pants in the aftermath, his face buried in my throat. "Christ, Sunshine. You said yes."
I run my fingers through his sweaty hair, smiling. "You thought I'd say no?"
"Wasn't willin' to risk it, baby." He pulls back, meeting my gaze. "I told you before, there are twenty other men on this ranch alone who can give you the same things I can. There's only one of you. A cowboy knows heaven when he finds it."
"You're wrong," I whisper, brushing my lips across his. "There are no other men on this ranch or anywhere else who can give me what you do, Walker. There's only you."
"Fuck." He holds me tighter, whispering a prayer that has tears stinging at my eyes. "I love you, Letty baby."
"I love you too." I arch a brow at him. "But we seriously need to discuss your timing, you know. I thought you were dead or dying."
"What? Why?"
"It's the middle of the day, and you sent Abel into the kitchen."
"Shit." He grimaces. "Didn't think about that. I just knew I wasn't going to make it through another day unless my ring was on your finger where it belongs."
I glance down at the ring, smiling softly. It's perfect, not too big or flashy, just perfectly beautiful…precisely like the man who chose it.
"Come on," he groans, tightening his grip on me before hauling himself to his feet.
"Where are we going?"
"To bed, Sunshine. We've got some celebratin' to do."
"What? I need to cook."
"Not today, you don't," he murmurs, already striding toward the bedroom. "Abel is taking care of it."
"Well, you're a dead man walking," I mutter, looping my arms around his shoulders. "They're going to kill you."
"An afternoon with you naked will be worth it." He palms my ass, smirking down at me. "Especially when you're round with my baby in a few months."
My core clenches, a moan tumbling from my lips. "You're right. Totally worth it."
Epilogue
Walker
Five Years Later
"Let me have a little taste, Letty baby," I murmur, not above begging my wife to get what I want.
"Walker Jessup." She whirls on me, brandishing a spatula. "So help me God, if you don't get out of my kitchen, I'm going to…"
I grab her wrist, hauling her up against my chest before she can finish her threat. I already know how it ends. She threatens my life or my manhood. Might as well skip it and get to my favorite part—where I fuck the fight out of her.
She grunts against my lips, her ass landing on the island.
I wrestle the spatula from her hand, tossing it toward the sink.
