Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“You let me know when you’re ready, wife, and I’ll give you all the proof you need.” His words are sealed with a quick, firm press of his lips against mine. The guys all hoot and holler. I bury my face in his chest, trying to get my breathing under control.
I’m in so much trouble.
I want to have sex with my husband.
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
Legend
“Today was a good day,” I say, reaching over to take my wife’s hand. I can’t seem to stop touching her. All day, I’ve cuddled her or kissed her, and now that we’re headed home from our wedding reception, I know I have to reel it in, but I can’t.
The only not-so-pleasant part of the day—and to be honest, I’m just neutral about it—is the fact that my grandparents’ attorney was in attendance. Monroe and I said hello and thanked him for coming, but we otherwise ignored him. I’m not even sure when he left. He was here; he saw the proof with his own eyes that I’m married. I don’t have to be friends with the guy.
“It was perfect.”
Her wistful tone makes me smile.
I softly squeeze her hand before bringing it to my lips for a kiss. I’m crossing lines, but knowing is not enough to stop me. I want her. It’s that simple. For the last few months, we’ve been dating and sharing a bed where she wakes up in my arms, and now she’s my wife. I’m having a hard time remembering that this isn’t real.
I was worried that she would get hurt at the end of all of this. In the back of my mind, there was this lingering anxiety that her heart would be broken. Now, I realize it’s not Monroe I should have been worried about. It’s me. I should have been safeguarding my own heart. Instead, I was too worried about hers, and she slipped her way past my defenses.
My wife has quickly become my favorite person, and I don’t know how in the hell I’m supposed to give that up. We have an entire year before that happens. It speaks volumes that we’ve been husband and wife for a matter of hours, and I’m already dreading the day she walks away from me.
When we make it to the house, I kill the engine and turn to face her. “Stay put.”
“I can walk, Legend,” she sasses. She tries to act like she’s annoyed, but the smile playing on her lips gives her away.
Leaning over the console, I slide my hand behind her neck, guiding her to me. “I know you can, wife. But it’s our wedding day, and I’m going to get your door.” I kiss the tip of her nose, drop my hand, grab my keys, and climb out of the truck.
As I pull open her door, she grins, shaking her head as I reach in and unbuckle her seat belt. “Did I miss the part of our vows that says my husband has to cater to me?” she teases.
“You must have.” Before she can turn to climb out, I reach in, scoop her up in my arms, and lift her from the truck.
“Legend!” she screeches. It turns into laughter when I use my hip to close the door and start walking toward the front door. “What are you doing?” She loops her arms around my neck.
“Carrying my bride over the threshold.” I wink, and her grin grows even as she playfully rolls those beautiful blue eyes of hers.
“Legend, you don’t need to do all of that. Come on, put me down.” Her request is stale at best. She makes no move to unclasp her hands that are threaded together behind my neck.
I lean down until my lips are right next to her ear. “No.”
I keep making my way to our front door, ignoring her laughing protests. I manage to enter the keyless entry code without putting her on her feet and push open the door so that I can carry my wife inside.
My. Wife.
That’s something else I can’t stop doing. Referring to her as my wife—in my head and out loud. It’s like now that she’s mine, I need to let the entire world know it, including her. It’s ridiculous, and I can recall a moment not long ago when I gave Roman shit for doing the same thing. He told me I’d understand one day, and that day is finally here.
It hits differently, the feelings of knowing she’s now Mrs. Legend Raines. I never would have believed it until I’d lived it.
I kick the door closed, and it makes a loud crashing sound. She jumps, causing me to tighten my hold on her. “Sorry, gorgeous.” I didn’t mean to scare her.
“You can put me down now.” While she says the words, she keeps her arms wrapped around my neck. Again, her words are stale. An empty request that has me holding her a little tighter. She thinks she’s supposed to tell me to put her down, but she’s perfectly content in my arms.