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I tip my hat. “I’ll take you back to my place, tie you to the bed, and eat you out like I’m fuckin’ starved. That’s foreplay.”

Her cheeks flush a deep crimson and my dick aches.

“And then what?”

I let out a laugh. “Now that, my dear wife, you find out when you come home with me,” I tell her, holding out my hand.

Her glance flicks between my hand, my crotch, and my eyes.

“Fine,” she huffs. “I’ll come.”

“Fuck yeah you will.”

She shoots me a pointed stare. “I agree, this sexual tension we have is distracting. One and done.”

I salute her. “One and done.”

Her tattooed hand lands in mine and a spark of electricity shoots through me, right into my damn chest. I shake my head, trying to stop whatever the hell that was.

“To clarify,” I pull her closer. “One night, not one round.”

She rolls her eyes, so I arch an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re searching for your last remaining brain cell too?” I tease.

“You’re really fucking annoying, Colten. I hope you fuck with your mouth shut.”

I blink at her. I have never, ever been spoken to like this before. And never been more turned on in my thirty-four years on this planet.

“Be a good girl, tell your brother you’ll see him tomorrow.”

She hitches up her dress an inch and slides her blade in its leather thigh strap; I have to bite on my hand to stop the groan from ripping out of me.

I tap her firm ass as she walks away.

I’m not happy about being married. But I’m ecstatic about fucking my wife. You win some, you lose some, I guess.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Gianna

Song- Slow Down, Chase Atlantic

The sun is starting to set behind the mountains. Harper was right; this is one of the most beautiful sights in the world.

“You know, there ain’t anything wrong with a fuck in the truck,” Colten tells me as he taps on the steering wheel.

“I’m sure it’s great. Real wild,” I say flatly.

He glances over at me as he slows for the “traffic”, which I’m sure is a cow that’s loose.

“You want to try it?”

“I’m not l—” I snap my mouth shut. I almost said I’m not losing my virginity in a truck. I cannot tell this man I am a virgin. Yeah, I’ve fooled around. I’ve bent the rules as much as possible with the few men who couldn’t stop themselves, even if it meant dying if my father found out.

But I have kept that one rule. I have never had a dick inside me. And finally, finally, I get to break the rule I’ve been desperate to. I’ve tried a very extensive selection of sex toys; none I imagine are quite as good as the real deal, but it’s got me through this long.

The last thing I need is him finding out my weakness. A trigger he can pull. I don’t want him to treat me differently either. Fuck the candles and the sweet making love. I want what I read about. I want to be fucked so damn hard I cry.

I need him to hurt me. To make me feel something. That’s the only way I know how. And he won’t do that if he knows the truth.