“All in a day’s work.”
“Don’t be so cavalier.”
“Hey, Palomino Girl. I’m standing right here. Nothing happened. Maybe you should learn to trust me.”
“Mmm… Said the spider to the fly.”
“I have an unopened box of Cheez-Its if you want ‘em. White cheddar. Pretty damn good.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the clerk was holding a large red box, but I was still fighting tears. Maybe ridiculous, but I couldn’t imagine learning that Axe had perished in a fire.
Like a venomous snake, Axe snatched the box from his hand, yanking the bottle of whiskey into the other while nodding toward the door. “Shall we?”
“Yeah, I think we should.”
“Does that mean you’ll follow my rules?”
I pursed my lips before answering. “Of course I will.”
Somehow, we both knew I was lying.
That made the moment that much more exciting.
CHAPTER 18
Axe
By the time I managed to unlock the door, my cock was painful enough I had to stop and adjust my crotch.
Right before sliding the chain lock into place. I dared anyone to interrupt us.
“At least we have a lovely view of a car repair shop parking lot.”
“I beg to differ,” I told her as I took a step closer. “The view is pristine, the mountains just over the canopy of trees.”
“Then we’ll need to snap a few pictures tomorrow morning for our wedding album collection. Too bad I forgot my wedding dress.” Kenzie rubbed the flats of her hands down her abdomen to her hips and all I could think about was fisting a handful of her hair, holding her while I fucked her.
“Trust me, darling. You look absolutely gorgeous just the way you are.”
“You do much better flattering a girl than you used to.”
“Are you saying my compliments were lame?”
“Yes, I am.”
“You wound me,” I told her.
“I assure you you’ll survive. You’re a big boy now. Quite the big boy.”
“Should I take that as a compliment?”
Her shrug was nonchalant, driving me even crazier than the words she’d issued. “That’s entirely up to you.”
She backed away, laughing softly in the same lilting voice that had permeated my eardrums. When she flicked on a light, we stood where we were, both fighting laughter.
“Well, if we do end up getting married, we’ll need to return for the real honeymoon.” She finally allowed herself to laugh, swaying back and forth as she covered her mouth.
The room itself apparently hadn’t been renovated since the facility had been built, deep within the nineteen-eighties. With a garish turquoise bedspread and an attempt at creating a canopy with gauzy material draped over what had to be white plastic pipe, the only appealing aspect to the room was the mini-fridge and wet bar complete with glasses.
