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“Children?” Banked hope hides in the slight tip of a smile and the instinctive clenching of her hand on my chest.
“However many you want. Marry me, baby, and I’ll fill that little pussy of yours until you’re overflowing with my seed, then I’ll fuck you again for good measure.”
Addie gasps right before I steal another kiss. Let her think about those words as I prove I’ll satisfy every need of hers—starting with a precursor to those babies she wants.
IT’S BEEN TWO DAYS since I issued my promise to breed Serenity Ranch’s curvy new owner. Two days since I took over for Billy who was preparing to drive a horse down to Missoula and spend the night before returning.
Addie asked for time to think the proposal over after we regretfully ended our steamy makeout session in the barn.
I agreed to her wishes, but I also knew if I stayed on the property I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from crawling into her bedroom window and demanding an answer. Or persuading an answer out of her by fucking her with my tongue.
So, I buckled into the work truck and hauled the trailer down the interstate, keeping to the speed limit and distracting myself by reciting The Rifleman’s Creed. We learned it in basic training when an obsessed drill instructor pounded it into our memories, but I haven’t thought about it in two fucking decades.
Strange what unknowingly lives in our brains until the exact moment the knowledge becomes necessary.
I stayed in a hotel last night then waited until early evening today before driving back home. My patience has reached its end, and I plan on marching into the main house, finding Addie, and coaxing a yes out of her by any means necessary.
But when I enter the house, applause blares from the television as Addie’s voice rings out every so often.
“Who is Elizabeth Barrett Browning?” she asks, and I wonder who she’s speaking to because Samantha is gone helping her friend at the bakery prepare for a birthday party.
“Yes!”
Peering around the doorway, I spy Addie on the couch with an open laptop next to her and a notebook in her lap. She scratches something on the paper before returning her attention to the television screen.
“This 3-letter word can refer to a state of intoxication, making a person incandescent,” the game show host says.
“What is lit?”
A contestant answers correctly a second after Addie, and she bends her head to write something else in her notebook.
Fuck me. She’s keeping track of her score. She’s sitting there cross-legged in another knit sweater with her hair in a messy bun and playing along to Jeopardy! on TV.
This woman is literally trying to kill me with how fucking adorable she is.
I need to make her mine.
My wife.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ADELINE
“I can’t get enough of you, sweet girl.”
I TALLY MY TOTAL SCORE after the final Jeopardy! clue answer is revealed and shrug in annoyance. This is one area where I allow myself to ‘risk it all’ but today did not go in my favor. $3600 down to $0.
Oh well, maybe I’ll have better luck tomorrow.
“How'd you do?” The curious voice surprises me, and my head jerks to the right to find Heath propped against the door jamb. His arms are crossed over his chest. His booted feet crossed as well.
How did I not know he’s been here watching me this entire time?
He's too attractive for my own good, and he wants to marry me.
“T... tied for last place, not my best work.” This man wants to be my husband. It’s the only thing rattling around in my brain now, so I continue to ramble, afraid that maybe I imagined the whole thing.
“I prefer to win. Though I also prefer the episodes when Alex Trebek was still the host. I'm sad that we lost him. He seemed like a good guy—”
