He’d been saying that pretty much every morning since Caleb had entered our lives, no matter what the time.
“What if I told you I’m ready?” I worked to keep the telltale excitement from my voice, anticipating his reaction.
Both eyes flew open and he stared at me for a few beats. “Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?”
I grinned. “Yep.”
“Fuck. Finally!” One of his big hands slid across my waist to squeeze my butt. “I never thought I’d have to beg a woman to marry me.”
“Well, in all fairness, I have been kind of busy raising our son.”
“Excuses, excuses.” He rolled his eyes, but his ruse wasn’t convincing me. His enthusiasm was bleeding into everything he did.
With a quick kiss, he threw back the covers and shot out of bed, reaching for his phone on the chest of drawers. His fingers whipped across the keyboard before he looked at me again.
I arched an eyebrow at him. “What was that all about?”
“I told the team to set Operation Wedding into motion. They’ve been on standby for months, ever since you accepted my official proposal.”
Brock had gone all out. He’d wined and dined me, showered me with flowers, and arranged dinner under the stars before getting down on one knee to pop the big question—officially. It was perfect.
“Operation Wedding?” I barked out a laugh. “Are you serious?”
“Hell yeah!” But he’d already turned around and was pulling clothes out of the dresser. I watched his fine ass slip into boxers with a lamenting sigh. Despite the new baby, I’d still managed to get my fill of the man; I didn’t think I could ever grow tired of making love with him. Life with the alpha grew more rewarding each day.
“Where are you going in such a hurry?” I finally asked, after he’d pulled pants and a t-shirt on, concealing my favorite parts.
He ran his fingers through his hair and walked out of the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging from his mouth, talking around it. “We have a wedding to set in motion. Molly, Tianna, and Sabine are waiting to help you pick out a dress, and Haru, Reo, Cass, and Ray are waiting in the wings to help with whatever else we need. I thought we might get married here, on the land that’s been so important to both of our ancestors.”
Moving to rinse his mouth, when he returned he sat on the bed next to me and took my hand, looking down at the engagement ring I hadn’t removed since I put it on there, right before Caleb’s birth. “What do you think of all that? Would you like to get married here? The ceremony could take place next to the creek behind Belinda’s cabin.”
I sat up and wove my fingers through his. “I think that will be perfect. I really just want to marry you, Brock. I don’t need all the fancy stuff.”
“That’s what you say now.” Delight twinkled through his eyes. “Just wait till you see everything the girls have prepared to show you. I think you’re going to love it. But obviously, it’s whatever you want. Whatever you want to do, I’ll be happy. I just want to marry you.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but Brock captured my lips in his, and whatever I’d been about to say whisked from my mind, and suddenly I wanted to marry Brock with desperation, like yesterday.
Weaving my hands into his thick hair, I pulled him back into bed with me. As expected, he didn’t resist, his hands spreading all across my body in that way of his, where he somehow seemed to touch me everywhere at once.
He slid my thin camisole over my head and immediately brought his tongue to my nipples, banishing all rational thought in an instant. When his fingers skimmed beneath the waistband of my sleep shorts, and he began to slide them down, my own hands went to work, and I had him naked by the time he returned the favor.
“What about the wedding planning?” I asked against his lips, already breathless.
“Everything else can wait. This is what I want. This is what I’ve always wanted.”
Thank God Caleb had moved into his nursery a few months ago.
Moving directly over me, Brock kissed me with enough passion and desire to make my knees go weak. I spread my legs and pulled him down against me, closing my eyes in preparation for the intense pleasure I knew was about to arrive.
And then a baby’s shrill cry over the baby monitor filled our bedroom.
We both groaned, and Brock rolled off of me. “Everything else can wait ... but Caleb,” Brock said.
“Everything but Caleb,” I affirmed, already tugging my sleep clothes back on. Like his parents, Caleb lacked patience, and his crying would only get louder if one of us didn’t attend to him right away. I sighed, reached over to lower the volume on the baby monitor, and got out of bed.
The handle to our bedroom door in my hand, I looked back at Brock over my shoulder. With his hair mussed, and his clothes pulled back on in a rush, he looked delectable. “As soon as I settle Caleb, I’ll start approving and setting up wedding stuff. You figure out an exotic honeymoon spot, where we won’t have neighbors and I can scream in ecstasy all I want.”
Brock’s face split into an eager grin. “You got it, baby. I’m thinking white sandy beaches and lots of naked time. Uncle Cass and Aunt Tianna can babysit.”
