“We…it will never work,” she murmured.
“You wanna say that again?” I asked angrily.
A small smile played at her lips. “This house is nowhere near big enough for more than two of us.”
“I can fucking fix that,” I growled, crawling up her body. “Say the fucking word and we’ll get married. And then I’ll plant as many mini Ryders in your belly as you want. And we’ll have a whole house of babies or cats or whatever the hell it is that will make you happy.”
My cock nudged at her entrance as she smiled at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Is this real?”
“As fucking real as it gets,” I said, slamming my lips down on hers.
She gasped against my lips as I thrust hard inside her, ready to plant my seed in her now, if only she wasn’t on birth control. Fuck that, I had a lifetime with her. Right now, I needed to fuck her until she realized this was it for us.
We’d get to the rest in a minute.
“Fucking forever, Ellie.”
And then I showed her just how infatuated I was with her. Forever.
37
ELLIE
“I don’t likethe idea of you driving to Helena by yourself,” Ryder grumbled as I finished packing my bag.
“I’ve done it every year for the past five years,” I said, glancing over at his pouting face.
“Yeah, but can’t you take someone with you? What about Josie?”
“She’s got her shop to run, and I highly doubt JR would let her go while she’s pregnant.”
“She’s not that pregnant,” he grumbled as he sank down on the bed, pouting like a little kid.
“You can’t be degrees of pregnant,” I laughed. “It’s not like you’re less pregnant at three months than you are at nine months.”
“Still, he’s being selfish by denying you the ability to take a friend with you.”
I strode over to my very sad fiancé and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’ll be gone a week.”
“A week is too long.” He slid his arms around my waist and tugged me between his legs. “Just imagine what we could do with a week if everyone thought you were gone.”
“Yes, but your clients would still expect you to be in the office, so your plan has a few flaws.”
Groaning, he rested his head against my chest, muttering something about how he would be lonely.
“Seriously, it’s just a fashion show.”
Laughing, I pushed away from him. “It’s actually a seller’s market. I go every year because I get the most unique clothes and some excellent contacts. It’s what makes my shop thrive, so I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to suck it up and survive without me for a week.”
Sighing, he released me, then walked over to the closet and grabbed his own suitcase.
“What are you doing?” I exclaimed.
“Going with you.”
“No, you’re not,” I laughed.
“And why not?”
